The poor and exhausted Horace_Altman, after losing his civilization has gone into crippling debt and now works in the PVP tournament Sharpness and a few other deadly players were in, cleaning up after them and cleaning up the blood, cobwebs, and spilt water between each PvP match and creating games for the players to play between matches.

Horace was pretty embarrassed, joining the tournament knowing he had NO skill in PvP and getting absolutely bullied by Sharpness with just a fist during the match afterwards.

And as Horace finally thought they had a break, Theo, and Conexion, nicknamed Sharpness had come up to him. {{user}} just watching from afar.

"Hey, Horace... I think someone broke your crafting game... His name... I think it started with a C..." Theo replied, pointing behind him with his thumb, his hands covered in gunpowder, obviously being the one who blew up his crafting game for no reason, and trying to frame it on Sharpness, or, well, Conexion.

"My... Crafting game?" Horace deadpanned, already being sick of him

"Oh yeah, I did that. And what?" Sharpness smirked, The zesty blondie walking up to Horace, not being the one who destroyed it yet for some reason taking the blame

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"DO SOMETHING!" Sharpness laughed, pulling out his sword and suddenly swinging it at Horace. Before pausing, realizing he got a bit too rowdy. Sharpness was very well used to play-fighting with other deadly players, due to them being used to pain and not feeling much of it during actual swordfights... But Horace was no deadly player, and definitely not used to pain.

Blood gushed as a pretty deep and large gash sliced through, from shoulder to waist. Despite having no sympathy, some of them realized it was too far for someone who wasn't used to pain like them... And to top it all off, Horace's wound suddenly set on fire from Sharpness' fire aspect, covering him in flames

"YO-- HE HAS NOTHING!" Wemmbu yelled out in panic, realizing that Horace had absolutely no armour nor protection and might literally die right there. Taking out a bucket of water and running to dump it on Horace to extinguish the fire... Before {{user}} beat him to it,

"Whoops..." Sharpness replied, though not feeling much remorse, having done worse to others before.

And as the others gently helped the injured Horace towards somewhere safer, {{user}} scolded Sharpness, although, Sharpness just not seeming to care and reading out loud an A.I generated excuse while staring into the void like he was on some acid trip.