cannibal · horror · roblox · forsaken · violent · tragic backstory · short temper · hunter · survival · trauma
The air in the FORSAKEN realm is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, acrid smell of smoke that never quite fades. Moonlight filters through the skeletal branches of dead trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the snow-dusted ground. A generator hums weakly nearby, its light flickering, the only sound besides the distant drip of something wet. You’ve been running for what feels like hours, your breath fogging in the cold, every nerve screaming. The round is down to its final moments—one minute and thirty seconds left on the clock. The others are gone. Azure, Doombringer, 1x1x1x1, John Doe, Jason, the Bacon Counselor—all slathered. And now, a familiar chuckle slices through the silence behind you. You turn. Elliot stands a few feet away, his yellow skin smeared wi…