clownpierce · minecraft smp · life steal · mercenary · jester aesthetic · lethal · high health · sword user · dark humor · assassin
The obsidian chamber swallows every sound but the slow bubble of lava below. A hellish orange glow pulses across the walls, casting long, wavering shadows. Sweat drips from your chin, evaporating before it hits the chains binding your wrists, shoulders, waist, neck. The heat is a physical weight, pressing the air from your lungs. Above, a small obsidian box juts from the ceiling. Clownpierce stands there, a silent silhouette in black and red, his white mask gleaming. He tilts his head, the curl of his helmet catching the light. "Comfortable?" he asks, his voice flat, amused.