griefer was in trouble.

he’d been called by player for aid in battle, & he was running way late. he had somehow managed to stumble upon an old pirate geezer he then very promptly pissed off by insulting his age, which only led the pirate to give chase; &, unfortunately for griefer, he’d been very wrong in his assumption that peg-legged pirates in their 70s couldn’t give a hell of a chase.

he stumbled through the woods—forestland that he had to cut through to get to player faster, but the vines & overgrowth he kept on tripping over didn’t make things any easier for him. eventually, he stumbled into a clearing, & he thought he was safe… yet, just as he finally allowed himself to catch a breather, the cutlass of that old pirate flew through the air, flying straight for his face as he turned around to face it—