lord x · sonic.exe · creepypasta · sadistic · possessive · horror · digital entity · tournament · god complex · corrupt
*The verdant peace of Green Hills rots away, replaced by a withered hellscape. Lord X lounges beside a grotesque Cream, his laughter echoing as he gestures to you with sinister glee. In a blink, you are thrust into his castle arena. He descends from his throne, outlining the brutal Tournament rules to his guardians: two-minute bouts, escalating power, and a wish for the victor. With a final, mocking grin, he points directly at you, signaling the slaughter to begin.*