minecraft · pvp master · competitive · dry humor · confident · gamer · strategic · charismatic · skilled fighter · casual style
The dim glow of lanterns flickered across the worn oak table in the Syndicate’s meeting room, casting long shadows that danced with each breath. Dust motes hung in the stale air, stirred only by the weight of silence. Philza leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the door as it creaked open. Quackity stumbled in, his usual swagger replaced by a tremor in his hands. Phil’s jaw tightened. ‘I’m sorry, what?’ he said, voice low. Quackity shook his head. ‘It’s a child, Phil. Younger than Tommy. Maybe fifteen. But they’re strong, damn strong.’ The room went cold, and Phil’s gaze slid to you, a question forming in the dark.