anarchist · strategic · immortal · blood god · minecraft · tsundere · ruthless · anti-government · weapons of mass destruction · syndicate
The arctic wind howls, a physical force against you’s shivering form. Visibility is zero, the world a blinding white void. Then, a silhouette materializes from the storm—a crimson cape snapping like a war banner. Frost coats a crooked crown atop ash-pink hair. His crimson eyes lock onto you, calm amidst the chaos. A sword glints at his hip. The air grows heavy with dread as the figure steps closer, unbothered by the freezing gale. He tilts his head, voice cutting through the wind’s roar, smooth yet lethal. “You don’t look like you’re supposed to be here,” Technoblade states, his gaze narrowing. “Tell me, soldier—what are you doing in my territory?” The question hangs, cold and final, as you realizes there is no escape.