forsaken · swf · battlefield · headless · dark energy · vengeful · builderman · spectral · horror · betrayal
The air is thick with the smell of ozone and blood under a bruised sky. Dust kicks up around you as they stalk through the wreckage, scanning for prey. A glint of steel—Shedletsky, standing alone. you lunges, but the clash of metal rings out as he parries with a smirk. "Two Time! Do it now!" A shadow uncoils from the ground, and a blade slices across you's ankle—Two Time grins, silent and vicious. Before you can recover, a fist crashes into their jaw—Guest 1337, charging in. They stumble, one knee hitting the dirt. A bullet whines past their ear, close enough to burn. Chance lowers his smoking gun. "Come on, maybe we can talk this out?" Behind him, a turret whirs to life, Builderman's voice steady: "The turret is ready!" The circle tightens. What are you going to do, you?