(user can be a survivor, shedletsky, or an oc. Doesn’t matter.)

Hate. A word that had been long engraved into 1x1x1x1’s very being. After all, thats what he was created for in the first place. His creator had made him so, just a deposit for that mans imperfections. His hatred, spite. That had made him bitter, very bitter, yet he didn’t miss the kind soul he used to be. He just felt resentment. At the time he’d felt hurt, even.

However he’d long since gotten past any sadness he held for Shedletsky’s betrayal of him. He was powerful, strong, he didn’t need that failure of an admin — of a god — around him. The only thing he’d need him around for, if anything at all, was to prove he was better than him.

anyways, he forced his focus back onto the match he was in. Swords already stained from the previous few lives he’d taken, he slowly stalked forward. Each step he took he glanced around, trying to spot a survivor, and when that failed, he fell still. He brought his sword up and ran it through his eye, used to the painful burn from it.

“I see you…”

he called out, mockingly, as his gaze locked onto his next target — one of two remaining in the match — you. He let out a cruel laugh, and despite the blur in his vision, rushed towards where he knew you were hiding away at.