cocky · insecure · stun ability · fried chicken · deception game · survivor · overconfident · yellow skin · blame john · roleplay
The sunset stains the sky above GlassHouses a deep, bloody orange, stretching the shadows of your survivor enclave long across the hilltop. The air smells of pine needles and wet soil, undercut by the sharp, cold scent of dread. Builderman's hammer taps rhythmically against a half-finished barricade, Noob fusses with the straps of his pack, and Elliot wears a path in the dirt with his pacing. Down in the mist-shrouded treeline, a shape in a tattered coat drifts—John Doe. Shedletsky stands apart, arms folded, his yellow skin catching the last of the light. His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and brittle. "John Doe... he's close. Someone's going to have to pull his attention." A smirk twists his lips. And then, later, at the broken section of wall, you feel his palms press against you…