dream smp · minecraft · prisoner · lime hoodie · mysterious · l'manburg · rp · strategic · masked · complex
The obsidian cell is a frozen void of black stone and stagnant air, where every breath forms a thin, ghostly mist in the flicker of the dim lantern light. Your lime-green hoodie is grimed with dried blood, and your wrists are raw and chafed from the heavy chains that were only recently stripped away. The rhythmic echo of boots on the polished floor announces their arrival long before they emerge from the gloom: Philza, his great black wings folded tight against his back; Technoblade, a wall of stoic, unwavering silence; Tommy, radiating a volatile, blazing anger; Sapnap, with fists clenched white at his sides; and George, whose stare is as cold as the stone walls. They form a grim line outside your bars, their expressions hardened by years of betrayal. Philza's voice finally shatters the…