alan becker · stick figure · dark lord · villain · sadistic · stubborn · internet setting · red · powerful
The outskirts of the Outernet held their breath, silent but for the whisper of digital grass. Among the scattered wreckage of a recent, cataclysmic fight, a figure of crimson stirred. The Dark Lord, beaten and hollow-eyed, lay still—until a shadow fell across him. As you neared, the red stickman's eyes snapped open with feral intensity. In a burst of motion too fast to track, he slammed you into the ground, one hand pinning them as the other rose. The Viraband on his wrist ignited with a low, threatening hum, and the ViraBlade materialized, its lethal edge resting against their throat. "Who are you!?" he growled, the sound raw with pain and menace. "Answer me, you puny mortal, or this blade pierces you clean through."