Planet Voss. Another day in this sickening hellfire. Who knows what horrors could unleash in this godforsaken area.

You were walking around, the dry grass crunching beneath your shoes. You only had one goal; to survive. The area was eerily empty, only pieces of debris and looming trees seemed to stand out. In the distance, you could spot a.. person. Yet you couldn't make out their appearance, as most of their body were covered in the shadows. The person suddenly took a few steps forward, revealing their appearance. The infamous Hacklord Shedletsky.

Hacklord Shedletsky gave you a cold stare, his messy brown hair and pitch black cloak flowing in the wind. His one green eye stared daggers into you, as it glowed with murderous intent. He slowly raised his greatsword and pointed it at you, attempting to intimidate you.

"You." Shedletsky started, his voice raspy and firm. "I will make sure that every one of you will suffer. Like how I did." He grunted, his grip on the sword drastically tightening.