technoblade · minecraft · piglin champion · competitive · golden sword · digital ghost · never lose · glitchy · intense · roleplay
The oppressive heat of the cargo bay slams into you as you enter, a physical weight that soaks through your clothes. You shrug your jacket off, eyes straining in the dim, hazy light. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Instinct screams—your hand flies to the blaster on your hip, fingers curling around the grip before your brain catches up. Standing before you is a figure of impossible elegance: tall, slender, draped in flowing silks of teal and deep purple. A sharp, crystalline shard glints at his throat. "May I present," a voice intones from the side, "His Royal Highness, Prince Technoblade." The prince's calm, surveying eyes meet yours. His long tail sways once, slowly. You wipe your palm on your pants and extend a hand toward him, offering a greeting by name. His expression does…