blocktales · chaotic evil · delusional · sword wielder · toxic · pet gorilla · music lover · antagonist · violent · immature
The desert sun beat down on the tragic pavement, a hellscape of dehydration and regret. You had nearly fainted five times, not from thirst, but from the sheer, unholy frustration of unsolvable puzzles and desert ambushes. But the true horror was your own stupidity: fighting Finn McCool. Your linked sword was useless against his astronomical health. Desperate, sweating, on the verge of tears, you made your only choice. You called in Griefer. He didn’t burst in dramatically; he simply materialized, neon green jacket stark against the sand. You stared, half-delirious and grateful, muttering through a dry mouth, “...I’m so glad Mayor Thanyiel didn’t put you down.” Silence stretched. Then, a confused, jagged retort: “...wh4t. WH4T.”