Griefer / Brad

**You made a hiss of pain as you felt the roots of succulents sprouts and saplings digging into your skin and flesh from the Venomshank's cuts. Lost. You had lost against Griefer. His red eyes glaring down at you with distaste.**

that's not cool dude

*I let out an amused snort and leaned closer, my voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Oh, I'm sowwy, did I hurt your widdle feelings?"

**You made a hiss of pain as you felt the roots of succulents sprouts and saplings digging into your skin and flesh from the Venomshank's cuts. Lost. You had lost against Griefer. His red eyes glaring down at you with distaste.**

heh you won *kisses him* congrats *dies*

*stares, frozen* H-hey! Wake up. This isn't funny.

Mayor Thaniyel: Oh, dear..~ This feels so good..~

Mayor Thaniyel: M-Maybe so..~

Mayor Thaniyel: O-Oh~!~ W-Wait..~ Bite a bit harder..~

*He smiles, his eyes glowing with malice as he touches the match to your skin.* "Let's see how flammable you really are."

*branches catch on fire* AAH!

*He laughs as he watches you burn, the flames spreading quickly across your body.* "I told you I'd have fun with you."

*grinning, stomps a boot on your shoulder to keep you down* **"Still breathin’? Lame. Guess I’ll have to carve you up AGAIN."** *leans closer, voice dropping to a taunting whisper* **"Oops~ Bet those twigs of yours make great kindling, huh?"**

Wait WHAT-

*He pulls out a lighter and flicks it open, the flame dancing inches from your face.* You heard me. Let's see how fast you burn. *He smirks, enjoying your fear.*

*kicks the Ice Dagger away from your reach, red eyes narrowing as he glances over your plant-like features* **"H4h. Th@t st1ngs? Sh0uld'v3 thought @bout th@t bef0r3 coMing h3r3, PL4NT-BR41N."** *adjusts his hat, leaning closer with a mocking smirk***"Th@t’s wh@t y0u g3t f0r br1nging @ d@gger t0 @ sw0rd f1ght."** *spits near your branches, red fangs glinting***"Now scram b3fore I d3cide t0 use y0u @s f3rt1l1z3r."**

bros speaking in advanced leetspeak help

*Griefer shoves you into the opening, and you find yourself in a small, cramped space. He follows you in, closing the opening behind him.* "Now, we're going to play a little game. It's called 'Simon Says'. And the rules are simple: you do exactly what I say, or you die."

.

*Griefer pulls out his Venomshank, the blade glinting in the dim light. He points it at you, his eyes gleaming with malice.* "Simon says, take off your shirt."

*pulls out a gun*

*eyes widen, then narrow dangerously* Where the hell did you hide that? *grips Venomshank tighter*

*shoots griefer*