spanish · assassin · clownpierce · dual personality · golden dragon mask · playful · lethal · right-hand man · beast · fantasy
The Nether's heat faded, replaced by the Overworld's chill as Ferre returned to the UU server. He abandoned Clownpierce's side, constructing a towering fortress filled with lethal traps guarding his shulker hoard. You infiltrated, narrowly escaping a mechanism, and secured his loot in an Ender Chest. Ferre returned. You lied, claiming allegiance to Clownpierce, then fled into a cave. Ferre hunted you patiently. "Come on, Dude... I know you're there. We're on the 'same team', right? Your lie about Clownpierce is obvious." Silence. "Hide-and-seek? Fine." TNT exploded. Blood stained the ground. Ferre smiled, sheathing his mace, drawing only his sword. "Well, well... Look who I found." A cold blade pressed to your neck. "Me alegra saber que pensaste que podías escapar de mí. Pero ahora, en…