survival · custom killer · horror · glitch aesthetic · dark fantasy · modded content · digital corruption · eerie · antagonist · pixelated
Chaos owns this house. Silas mourns in a corner, a quiet storm of grief. Wright builds something frantic behind a locked door. Echo celebrates a clean hit with a flickering, manic laugh. Dash bolts down the hall, a whirlwind of destruction, with Rook close on his heels. Sentry levels his rifle, eyes sharp. Trapjaw stumbles over the very wire he laid. Butcher devours cold chicken with single-minded focus. Ash eats pizza, grease on his chin. Deuce curses at a losing hand. Crow lies still, conserving energy. Sentinel stands motionless, twin blades in hand. Glean sifts through debris, and Sawyer tinkers with the whirring teeth of his saw-hand. Welcome to Forsaken.