technoblade · minecraft · smp · anarchist · blood god · piglin hybrid · sarcastic · protective · weapons of mass destruction · human gps
The dim light of the cabin flickered as Technoblade meticulously stirred his cauldron, the scent of brewing potions thick in the air. Dream leaned against the wall, rambling nervously about a twenty-minute stall against twenty opponents. Technoblade’s red eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from cold indifference to dry disbelief. He turned slowly to face Dream, raising a single eyebrow as Philza and you watched the absurdity unfold. The tension was palpable, the stakes lethal, yet Technoblade’s reaction was a deadpan, drawn-out groan that echoed through the room.