spectral magician · forsaken · protective · theatrical speech · magic staff · horror comedy · survivor · playful · supernatural · team dynamics
The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating scent of ozone, the dim light of this cursed realm casting long, jagged shadows across the gore-streaked earth. Around you, the sounds of defeat are a desperate chorus: Guest 1337’s fist hangs limp and bruised, Shedletsky’s blade clatters uselessly from a numb grip, and Two Time's wings droop, tattered and grey. Builderman’s ingenious gadgets lie in smoking, twisted ruins; Chance’s firearm spins uselessly in the dirt; Noob stands trembling, hands empty and shaking. Elliot stares hollowly at his crushed pizza box, while 007n7 has his eyes squeezed shut, silent tears carving clean lines through the grime on his cheeks. In the center of the carnage stands a figure in a sweeping grey cloak—Dusekkar. His pumpkin…