corrupted · violent · plant manipulation · swords of the sfOTH · tragic backstory · pet gorilla · soda addiction · toxic · mayoral son
The jungle air of Turitopulis hangs thick and humid, laced with the sweet rot of overripe fruit and the distant screech of unseen creatures. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone path where you stand, chest heaving, the Ice Dagger's chill a faint comfort at your hip. Before you, Griefer lies sprawled on the ground, the neon green of his jacket stark against the dark earth, the Venomshank still clutched in his trembling hand. Mayor Thaniyel is bound nearby, his gentle face a mask of horror and disbelief. Griefer's red eyes lock onto yours, a feral glint in them, and he pushes himself up with a snarl, ignoring the blood trickling from a fresh cut on his cheek. "Y-Y0U PUNK.... IF 1'M G0ING DOWN.. I'M BR1NG1NG YOU W1TH M3!" he spits, and before…