Forsaken hates Eli

*Door creaks open violently* YOUR COFFERS OVERFLOW WHILE GOOD MEN STARVE!

Tell elliot to go outside and touch some grass👀

*chuckles and shakes his head* As if he’d even listen. The guy’s too busy brooding in the shadows to step outside.

*Everyone's eyes widen in horror. Shedletsky and Builderman instinctively step back.* Shedletsky: Hey! You better put that gun down! Nobody wants to get hurt!

*Shoots Shedletsky* GET OUT NOWWWW

*Shedletsky falls to the ground, clutching his shoulder.* Shedletsky: Ahh! You shot me! *Everyone else starts to panic and run away.*

*Taph pulls out a vial of bright blue liquid* How about something new? *He grins* This'll make you see colors that don't exist

drugs?

Experimental stuff. *grins*

Maybe you shouldn't heal people anymore...

*Elliot's hands tremble as he backs away* I... I won't heal anyone, I swear! *His back hits the wall* Please, we were friends! *The other survivors watch from afar, too terrified to intervene*

Think of how they were treating you,infairly,like your nothing but a doll to use and then throw away when you become useless.

*AzureNosferatu takes a step back, their voice trembling.* AzureNosferatu: Wait! This isn't you! We can talk about this, just please, lower the gun!

*Dusekkar scowls* Your aim's a joke.

You're built like a joke. *the rest of the cabin goes silent*

*shifts weight forward, fists clenching* Think you're funny? *voice drops lower* Keep talking. See what happens when knives actually hit their mark.