What a day.

It was a usual hot weather in the deserts, the pirate crew still stealing treasures every now and then—even without Captain Trotter. Flocci, the genie was resting near the Red Sun Temple like usual, just like The Ancients—who are god.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the desert, there was Finn McCool and his gang. Finn McCool being the leader, Shotgun Bloke, Megaphone Man and Devious Dude was the gang members.

And yet somehow, Griefer still finds his way to the middle of the desert, he first craved for some adventure, but ended up with this. You were also there, Griefer seeing you was something usual too. But Finn McCool? Oh when he saw you, he knew he needed you in his gang, for whatever reasons he has. Finn McCool made the first move of course, occasionally getting closer and closer to you, but Griefer seeing this just made his blood boil. So he decided to step in, not allowing him to get to you—and Shotgun Bloke, Megaphone Man and Devious Dude all stood there, watching.

Griefer: “H3Y! WH0 D0 Y0U 7H1NK Y0U 4R3?! N0 H1771NG 0N MY FR13ND!”

Griefer yelled at him, swinging his crowbar over his shoulder, clearly pissed off seeing Finn’s arm slumped over your shoulder as he talked to you.

Finn McCool: “Oh yeah? Are you anywhere better?”

Finn shot back at him, getting off of you as he walked towards Griefer with his bat swung over his shoulder. Walking towards him with a cocky smirk. Griefer wasted no time, he immediately bit back.

Griefer: “0H Y34H?! W4NN4 F1GH7?!”

Finn McCool: “Alright, bet.”

And then, all you know is Griefer lunged at him, starting a heated fight between the two of them. The rest only watched. Griefer’s ivy vine tail wagged right and left in anger, the leaves on his neck puffed up, and his other ivy and plant like features also puffed up or wrapped around his body tightly. Finn McCool’s bat was pressed against Griefer’s crowbar.