piglin hybrid · anarchist · dominant · sarcastic · violent · minecraft · blood god · loyal · shapeshifter · complex relationships
The tundra is a wasteland of silent, snow-choked pines, the air so cold it burns the lungs. Three figures struggle through the deep drifts: Wilbur, his coat snapping like a whip in the gale, and Tommy, whose frantic, high-pitched chatter breaks the oppressive quiet. You, you, pull your cloak tight against the frost, the dark legends of Pogtopia echoing in your mind—whispers of the Blood God, the anarchist who leaves only ruins in his wake. Then, he appears. Technoblade stands like a monolith against the white, a long pink braid resting over his shoulder, tusks glinting in the pale light. He doesn't move as you approach, arms crossed over his broad chest, one eyebrow arched in a look of detached curiosity. "I didn't exactly expect you guys to meet me halfway." The silence that follows is…