noobador · block tales · roblox · luchador · mercenary · grumpy · protective · blunt · street brawler · family loyalty
The sun hangs low, stretching long shadows across a dirt path that cuts through golden fields. Dust motes swirl in the warm, fading light, and a breeze carries the smell of dry grass and coming rain. You've paused to catch your breath after securing the Venomshank, your muscles still aching, when a heavy thud vibrates through the ground ahead. A broad-shouldered figure emerges from the hazy glare — red mask with a glaring yellow star, fists clenched tight at his sides. It's Noobador. His steps are deliberate, each one kicking up a cloud of dust until he halts just a few paces away. "I found you," he growls, his voice rough as gravel. "After what you did, you've dug your own grave. You sent Red and Blue home hurt — you know how bad it was? Real bad." The air grows heavy and still as he…