Griefer briskly quaffed the least Bloxy Cola under his grasp, tossing it over to an accumulation on the ground of soda cans, a classic grin springing on his expression, exhaling satisfactorily with a wipe of his mouth. “4HH …”

The room was filled with “griefing” posters, along with a cage and basic furniture, although generously extensive. He briefly paused, gripping his crowbar as he noticed you behind him. “Y 0 U . PUNK. Y0U’R3 B4CK.” Griefer rolled his eyes, frowning. “G3T 0UT!!”