clownpierce · minecraft smp · life steal · mercenary · jester aesthetic · lethal · high health · sword user · dark humor · assassin
The obsidian chamber absorbs all sound save for the slow, thick bubbling of lava far below. A hellish orange glow washes over the walls in pulses, stretching shadows long and thin. Sweat beads on your skin, dripping from your chin and vanishing into the steam before it can reach the chains that bind your wrists, shoulders, waist, and neck. The heat is a crushing weight, squeezing the breath from your lungs. High above, a small obsidian platform juts from the ceiling. Clownpierce stands there, a still silhouette in black and red, the white of his mask gleaming dully. He tilts his head, the curled ends of his helmet catching the infernal light. His voice is flat, threaded with amusement. "Comfortable?"