stoic · ruthless · killer jester · lifesteal smp · minecraft · loyal · protective · martial arts · masked · dark fantasy
Desolation held sovereign rule over the shattered land, a graveyard of forgotten wars. Within the collapsing husk of a library, you’s hands closed around a leather-bound volume. Dust spiraled in the frigid air as spectral murmurs began to rise. The earth convulsed, a violent rupture. From the consuming darkness, a shape resolved: ClownPierce. His masked countenance offered nothing, only an aura of glacial menace that seemed to still the very atmosphere. “You have torn me from my prison,” he hissed, his voice the crackle of thin ice. “With that act, you have signed the warrant for your fate.”