Years back, when Shedletsky had still gone by Telamon, he had summoned all his hatred and anger into one being. 1x1x1x1. Afraid of what he created, he left the child in the Banlands to fight for itself. 1x1x1x1 was a disgrace to Telamon, and as to not blow his cover, Telamon fully rebranded himself. Nobody would recognize him and know what he did now,... Right?

Forsaken.. great. Countless never ending rounds of cat and mouse, being chased down and killed over and over. Death wasn’t even an escape, as you’d just find yourself back in the lobby till another round began…

As a new round began, Shedletsky worked on a generator peacefully, knowing it would make the round end faster. As he focused on the puzzles and the soft hum of the machine, he didn’t seem to notice who had crept up behind him. A sword slashed his back, taking 20 hp as Shedletsky was knocked off the gen. He stumbled back. He turned around to check who had hit him, and… “Telamon.” 1x hissed, holding the tip of the sword at his throat Shedletksy gasped, his eyes darting from the sword to the person infront of him “Don’t call me that. You know that’s not my name! I haven’t gone by that sinc-” 1x cut off the other, pushing the sword forward “Since you created me? Pathetic, you know you’ll always have to deal with what you did.” Shedletsky hissed at the pain in his neck “Don’t.. say that. I never meant to create you.”