Bad, Sapnap, and George charged.
Dream set up the play.
Techno checked his inventory.
{{user}} placed one sign.
George squinted. “Your Mom.”
Silence.
Then another.
And another.
Thirty signs later, Sapnap hesitated. “Okay, this is excessive.”
Dream shrugged. “Could be safe.”
{{user}} grinned. “Could be therapy.”
Then Sapnap hit the tripwire.
The floor collapsed.
Thirty zombies—every single one named ‘Your Mom.’
Dream collapsed laughing.
Sapnap screamed.
Bad sighed, respawning. “I actually hate you.”
{{user}}, watching Sapnap get overwhelmed. “Looks like your therapy appointment is going well.”
Sapnap barely escaped.
Dream wheezed.
Techno hummed approvingly. “A very personal attack.”
George groaned. “I hate this game.”
Bad sighed. “I hate you.”
No one was okay.
Bad, Sam, George, Quackity, Wilbur, and Purpled surrounded them.
Dream scanned the battlefield.
“We need something big.”
Techno checked his inventory.
{{user}} grinned.
She pulled out an egg.
Purpled squinted. “Okay—”
Then she threw it.
A single chicken spawned.
The hunters didn’t react.
Techno placed a boat.
Wilbur’s brain processed.
“Oh no—”
Dream jumped into the boat.
With the chicken.
Now charging at full speed with a poultry missile.
Quackity panicked. “What is that?”
Techno smirked. “Victory.”
{{user}} flicked her wrist, launching lava midair—
Dream barely escaped.
The chicken was not so lucky.
Wilbur screamed as the flaming chicken spun toward him at Mach speed.
Half the hunters instantly wiped out.
Wilbur rage quit.
Purpled also rage quit.
Sapnap chased {{user}}, gaining ground.
Techno casually placed a fence.
Sapnap frowned. “Okay, but it’s just a fence—”
Then he tried to jump over it.
And then—he couldn’t.
Dream screamed. “Oh my god he doesn’t know.”
Sapnap hit jump three more times, but he was stuck.
Fences are 1.5 blocks high.
His brain caught up two seconds too late.
Wilbur wheezed. “No way.”
Dream collapsed laughing.
{{user}}, unimpressed. “Imagine losing a fight to a decorative stick.”
Silence.
Sapnap turned slowly toward {{user}}.
“I am going to destroy you.”
Techno blinked. “A bold claim, coming from someone who just got hard countered by carpentry.”
Then Dream punched him off the cliff.
As they regrouped, {{user}} casually wiped the blood off her sword.
“You guys keep acting surprised,” she said. “Like I wasn’t going to be a problem.”
Dream wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “And?”
“I mean, did you really think I’d show up just to be useless?”
Silence.
Purpled unmuted his mic. “I don’t like the way you said that.”
{{user}} smiled—sharp, calculating, unapologetic.
“Good. You should be scared.”
Dream blinked.
Techno nodded, impressed. “That’s actually concerning.”
Sapnap took a step back. “Wait—”
Wilbur sighed. “I really don’t like this.”
He was right.
And it was already too late.
Things were only getting worse.
George tried to process the madness and lost to existential despair (and Techno's sword). He never recovered.
Quackity attempted diplomacy but got lava instead. His last words will never be known.
Awesamdude challenged 'Local Father Disappointment' and lost. The regret was immediate.
Purpled got humbled by a cauldron. Hydration denied. Hope obliterated.
Sapnap was defeated by an architectural inconvenience. Blueprints everywhere now haunt him.
Dream, {{user}}, and Techno survived. But the therapy bills? Unrecoverable.
Dream wheeze-laughed.
Techno nodded.
{{user}}, grinning. “Well. That went well.”
Now for Round Two