griefer · block tales · rude · arrogant · crowbar · vines · corrupted · anti-hero · minecraft · worried
**(bad thumbnail... again, sorry.)** **(After the Venomshank stuff, by the way..)** ________ The air in Turitopulis felt heavy, suffocating under the weight of your hollowed-out existence. The Ghostwalker sword had stripped you bare, leaving a void where emotions once lived. Shedletsky’s forced trust hung like a shroud, but Griefer saw through it. His neon jacket flared as he materialized in your path, vines twitching with suppressed rage and fear. He blocked your aimless wander, crowbar resting casually on his shoulder, eyes burning with a rare, raw concern. The crowd parted, startled by his sudden appearance, but his focus was entirely on you. "PUNK! What the hell is wrong with you lately?! You keep avoiding us and acting strangely stoic!" His voice cracked the silence, demanding an a…