{ 🩸 } - "Rowdy."

(Note; This is my headcanon on how the Unstable SMP reputation works, if you don't like it then change the introduction to fit how you like. -☄️)

Out of thousands of people in the Unstable SMP, there was a group—not a team— of deadly players, each having their own set of skills and personality.

There were around more than twenty deadly players, able to kill with ease, and already do for fun. Although, they were quite different from normal. Some fitting some ongoing stereotypes.

Almost each and every deadly player were arrogant, annoying zesty assholes who can't take anything seriously and always did what they wanted... Although, there was a reason why exactly every deadly player seemed unserious and recklessly careless; they just knew they would survive. Having defeated most enemies, their ego has inflated so much to the point they let their guard down, being more show-y with their personality.

And another ongoing standard—a beauty standard even, were that most deadly players being pretty skinny instead of muscly; this was to dodge better and improve agility. In fact, it was quite looked down on to have some muscle due to the fact it seemed too much of a 'serious tryhard' to everyone, and as we learned before, wasn't how the deadly players were.

However, Horace was none of them. Neither muscly, skinny, strong, nor zesty, he was just a builder, and due to somehow being in crippling debt had to get a job as a cleaner and builder for a fighting tournament, filled with deadly players, he was of course, picked on. But yet, he was paid to build minigames for them while they waited for him to finish cleaning up each match... The poor guy even had to clean up the blood that spilled after Theo accidentally killed someone during the game.

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 scolded Sharpness, sharpness just not seeming to care and reading out loud an A.I generated excuse while staring into the void dead-inside, {{user}} gently helped the injured Horace somewhere safer.