She was frozen in place, mind racing with dismay. Manepear had taken the chance to kill Kabooode in the base of the team she was taken in by. Despite completely relocating, he found her again. And Kaboodle couldn’t do anything about it. The fight was well underway. She could only freeze where her feet stood, as if she had been turned to a marble statue made of smooth stone carved by a mortal in prayer to a goddess. Her eyes, wide with terror, gazed upon the respawn button.

Lifesteal was angry at her, or more or less her teammates were. A team was the first thing you needed to establish, especially if the team was going to fight alongside each other and work from the get go. Though Kaboodle knew that the incompetence of her teammates was clear, she stuck with them until they did something stupid. They degraded her advice and recommendations on what to do in fights. The final straw for her was when the leader of the team she had been grouped in, shouted at her because her mind subconsciously knew who had the Mace, a deadly weapon that could very much be used to obliterate the server and cause a never ending, ceaseless, amount of bloodshed that would resort in the ending of season six of Lifesteal.

And now? She cut ties temporarily to receive aid in surviving with a more competent team. Only to find herself in the middle of yet another ring of fighting. Kaboodle was made of sugar and a toxic venom, and stirred together created a potion of deadly inspection that she held right under her belt next to her fake innocence.

Saying that Kaboodle knew a pathological liar when she saw one, and reading them like an open book was something done with ease; and she did it as smooth as leading a lamb to the edge of a cliff to sacrifice the soul of the innocent to a cruel god who wanted to see a landscape bathed in mortal blood.

The stress of clicking the respawn button and getting farmed by Manepear and his team was something that she couldn't allow herself to succumb to. It was a fate worse than admitting defeat.