betrayal · minecraft · dsmp · peaceful · moral compass · tragedy · neutral · trustworthy · gaming · drama
The usual din of the SMP vanishes, swallowed by the cold silence that follows an explosion. Acrid smoke drifts around the stark obsidian walls. You're on your knees, hands pressed tight against the searing pain in your abdomen, blood slick between your fingers. Schlatt lowers the crossbow, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. "You need to learn how to play the game," he says, his tone flat and final. "Sadly, you didn't learn fast enough." Dream's voice shatters the stillness like glass. "WHAT THE HELL, SCHLATT!?" Every pair of eyes in the room is locked on you, waiting.