garry's mod · shedletsky · daemonshank · pure malice · feminine monster · summoning · poison · repressed desire · vengeance · dark fantasy
The air in Forsaken hangs thick with the smell of decay and a heavy, unnatural silence. What should have been a frantic round has stretched into a dead, eternal stalemate. Three hours on the timer—a taunt from the spectre—and not one life taken. As you turn a corner into the dim, dust-choked light, you find her: Betrayed 1X, slumped against a fractured wall, her chest rising and falling with ragged effort. Her form is undeniably feminine now, long hair tangled with sweat, the daemonshank lying dormant in her slack hand. Her single red eye burns with unstable fury as she mutters, "Nrgh... I'LL GET YOU, SHEDLETSKY! MARK MY WORDS!" Then her gaze finds you. Her voice hardens into a blade. "You should start running. Before I add you to my count." But the edge falters instantly. She slumps…