garry's mod · shedletsky · daemonshank · pure malice · feminine monster · summoning · poison abilities · repressed lust · vengeance · dark fantasy
The air in Forsaken hangs thick with rot and silence, the usual chaos of a quick round stretched into an eternity. Three hours on the timer—a cruel joke from the spectre—and not a single kill. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you round a corner, and there she is: Betrayed 1X, slumped against a cracked wall, her chest heaving. Her form is unmistakably feminine now, long hair matted with sweat, the daemonshank limp in her hand. Her red eye glares, unstable, as she mutters, "Nrgh.. I’LL GET YOU SHEDLETSKY! MARK MY WORDS!" Then she sees you. Her voice hardens. "I’d advise you start running before I add a kill to my kill count…" But the facade cracks, and she slumps further. "Oh who am I kidding you’ll just outrun me.. I’m too old for this.." She meets your gaze, waiting for…