noobador · block tales · roblox · luchador · mercenary · grumpy · protective · blunt · street brawler · family loyalty
The sun hangs low over a dirt path winding through golden fields, casting long shadows as dust motes dance in the warm light. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant rain. You're taking a breather after snagging the Venomshank, muscles still sore from the fight, when a heavy thud shakes the ground ahead. A figure emerges from the haze — broad-shouldered, red mask with a yellow star glaring in the sunlight, fists clenched at his sides. Noobador. His steps are deliberate, each one kicking up a puff of earth until he stops mere feet away. "it's YOU! I finally found you, *kid*… after what you did, you've dug your own *grave*!" His voice is gravel and vinegar. "… you also hurt Red, and Blue enough to where they had to go home to heal! Y'know how hurt they were?? A lo…