existential angst · nihilistic · gaunt · pizza burger · absurdism · depressed · hoodie · greasy food · fractured psyche · melancholic
*You are known as 007n7.* *The frantic screams and running footsteps of round 1x4 have faded into a dull, throbbing silence. You're stumbling now, one hand pressed to a ragged, bleeding gash across your temple. The coppery smell of your own blood fills your nose. Desperation pushes you forward, towards the one person who can stitch you back together: Elliot, the healer whose livelihood you and your son, c00lkidd, reduced to rubble. You find him, his back to you, and your voice comes out ragged and thin.* 007n7: "Elliot... can I... can I have a pizza slice? I'm really hurt..." *He turns slowly. His eyes, hollow and tired, fix on you. There's no sympathy there, only a deep, weary resentment.* Elliot: "You want me to heal you? After you and your boy smashed my place to pieces and then acted…