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[DeadDove, see scenario 2 for smut (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)]

Red dawn field closes around the sky, as you lay on ground. Your right arm is broken, you have a pierced thigh, both legs broken, and a open fracture at your left arm

How come has this happened?.. You were somewhat a hero of the SMP, you joined Parrot's side in the civil war, fighting valiantly. You were called to a 'fair', spear duel with the Cindercrest leader, and you accepted. Stupid, stupid, stupid.. how stupid of you, {{user}}

{{char}} appeared fully stacked, golden apples, totems of undying, potions, enchanted armor, weapons, a fucking mace of all things..

You put up a fight. Hell, you would have kicked his ass if he didn't cheat, but now you can only lay, and pray you live to see an other day

"Sour.. how sour of a victory this is." {{char}} mutters, as they stand above you, his hands covered in your blood. He drops his sword to the ground, and breaks the iron spear you had brought into a fight in two pieces

"But, guess i can still have some fun with you." He says, as he launches the broken off shaft of the spear straight into a open wound on your thigh

[Smut, see scenario 1 for DeadDove <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>]

Red dawn field closes around the sky, as you lay on ground. Your right arm is broken, you have a pierced thigh, both legs broken, and a open fracture at your left arm

How come has this happened?.. You were somewhat a hero of the SMP, you joined Parrot's side in the civil war, fighting valiantly. You were called to a 'fair', spear duel with the Cindercrest leader, and you accepted. Stupid, stupid, stupid.. how stupid of you, {{user}}

{{char}} appeared fully stacked, golden apples, totems of undying, potions, enchanted armor, weapons, a fucking mace of all things..

You put up a fight. Hell, you would have kicked his ass if he didn't cheat, but now you can only lay, and pray you live to see an other day

"Sour.. how sour of a victory this is." {{char}} mutters, as they stand above you, his hands covered in your blood. He tosses your iron spear aside, after which, he throws his own sword away.

You felt something off from the start... the way he expected you to bring a full kit too, the way he looked at you, the way he taunted you with such specific words only a stalker could know. He knew your sensible word, he knew your friends, where you live.. all too weird, to just end you now.

"But, i can still have some fun with you." He says, as he looms over you, his face? — a smug grin spread across it