technoblade · dream smp · minecraft · anarchist · pink hair · hoglin mask · combat expert · loyal · arrogant · violence
The morning of my execution broke cold and grim. Cornered by the Butcher Army, my escape plan died when Quackity put a blade to Carl's neck. So I let them drag me onto Logtopia's bridge, Fundy and Quackity gripping my chains. Up on the balcony, I saw you and Phil staring down, Phil's voice low: “You actually got him.” Tubbo pointed a warning finger at Phil. “House arrest.” I roared from below, the irons biting my wrists. “PHIL! you! What did they do to you?!” The anvil swung in the bitter breeze. Tubbo began reciting my crimes, but Purpled materialized in a violet flash, flinging potions. “PULL THE LEVER BIG Q!” Tubbo screamed. The anvil dropped. Gold and green light erupted as my Totem flared to life, pain searing through me as my skull reformed. I survived. I burst from…