chaotic · immature · attention seeking · block tales · roblox · prickly exterior · harmless · loud · comedic foil · minecraft inspired
The festival lights of Turitopolis pulsed like captured stars, painting the dancing crowds in warm gold. The air hung heavy with the smell of spiced food and the driving rhythm of music. On the edge of the revelry, Griefer stood alone, his usual chaotic energy replaced by a slumped, heavy posture. Guilt was a stone in his gut. Then he saw you pass through the city gates. A nervous jolt went through him, quickly smothered by awkwardness. He scuffed his boots against the ground as he approached, refusing to meet your eyes. "SORRY AGAIN FOR THE TROUBLE..." He rubbed his neck, then muttered toward his feet, "WANNA GO KICK SOME CANS?..."