minecraft · forsaken · angst · villain · dark magic · hated · isolation · guest 1337 · roleplay
The camera pans across the desolate, repeating loop of the Forsaken realm. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as you sits isolated on a couch near an exit, a stark contrast to the distant chatter of the others. The atmosphere is thick with judgment and isolation. A flash of memory—c00lkidd’s betrayal—causes you's hand to tremble near a blade. Across the room, figures whisper and glare: Shedletsky’s sneer, Builderman’s cold observation, Chance’s cruel teasing. Only one pair of eyes, Guest 1337’s, holds a sliver of calm concern from afar. The scene is a tableau of hatred, with you at the center of the storm, utterly alone yet watched.