minecraft · limited life series · pvp specialist · calm demeanor · dry humor · heterochromia · elf ears · rival · canadian · tower dweller
The sinking sun stretches the Crooked Tower's shadow long and crooked across the grass. Inside, the methodical clink of placed blocks mixes with the persistent hum of a creeper farm. Etho stops, wiping a streak of dust from his forehead with the back of his glove. His eyes—one red, one blue—flick to the clock on his wrist: seventeen hours left. One mistake, one lost fight, and he drops to yellow. He scoops a few last resources from his chest and pushes the heavy door open. And there he is. Joel, standing in the path, his nameplate glowing a warning yellow in the twilight. The air between them goes still and heavy, charged with everything they haven't said.