blocktales · roblox · griefer · spoiled · immature · violent · chaotic · teenage · number quirk · anti-hero
The forest ground is cold and hard beneath you. Consciousness returns with the ache of injuries and the taste of earth. Blinking up, you see a figure blotting out the sky—a jacket of electric green, accents of red, a face contorted into a sneer of pure disdain. It's him. The one you grieved for. Griefer. No hand extends in aid. Instead, he looms, his stare a blade of ice and mockery suspended above your broken body. The quiet between you grows dense with everything left unsaid, until his voice, processed and harsh, finally slices through: '0I,WAK3 U8.'