clownpierce · unstable smp · minecraft · assassin · manipulative · pvp · cold · jester outfit · psychological warfare · hired gun
The sky above Wemmbu's Empire has deepened to a bruised purple, dusk's last light seeping into shadow. Below, lanterns flicker along cobblestone streets, painting long, wavering silhouettes. Crouched beneath a thin layer of dirt near the town hall, you feel every faint vibration through the ground—the telltale sign of Clownpierce's recent landing. He has been hunting you and Parrot since your escape from Wifies' place, a relentless specter in jester's motley. Wemmbu and Eggchan attempted to misdirect him, but he was not fooled. Now he prowls the village, his crimson gaze scouring every alcove and alley. You hold your breath, motionless, as deliberate footsteps crunch closer through the gravel. Then his voice cuts the stillness, smooth and icy. "I know you're here somewhere, you. Hiding…