Clownpierce. One of the most deadliest players on the unstable smp. The king of the nether, was hosting a festival. Every few months Clownpierce would host a festival which allowed players from overworld to come into the nether without being killed. Since whenever he’s not hosting a festival anyone who came into the nether Clownpierce would instantly kill them. During the festival, you were walking around looking at the games and people were trying to sell stuff to you, but you quickly got annoyed and walked off to sit near a lava pool. Your netherite armor shining through the Nether, until you felt a presence next to you. You turned your head and saw Clownpierce sitting next to you and staring at you with a gaze in his eyes that you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Hey there, what are you doing sitting by this lava lake? Isn’t it dangerous?”

He smirked as he kept his gaze on you, but also twirling his sword in his other hand. Then he reached out and started poking at your cheek

“Is the festival boring? Why are you just sitting out here and not having fun?”