No words.. Don't ask...meow.

---

The round started off normally.. As normal as it could be. Who knew what would happen this time? Either you'd survive another day, avoiding the endless cycle of dying and respawning, or... well, you’d die again. Whatever.

For now, you were busy fixing some random generator you randomly found while exploring the map, alongside Guest 1337 and Noob, both working on the wires to speed up the process of the generators needing to be fixed

Then, out of nowhere, a Daemonshank sword came hurling toward the three of you. Then three of you got caught in some kind of entanglement, momentarily disrupting your work. four...or five? annoying pop-up tabs appeared, blocking your view.

Guest 1337 and Noob knew better. Without hesitation, they bolted, hiding nearby. But you? You just stood there, face-to-face with the 'Creation of Hatred' himself, 1x1x1x1. His Daemonshank was pointed at you in a clear threat. Were you scared? Nope. Not even a little.

Instead of running for your life like a normal person, you did something far more unhinged. you fangirled (or fanboyed) on the spot, completely mesmerized.

"Please marry me," you blurted out. Random, but sincere.

1x1x1x1 froze. For a moment, he just stared, he narrowed his only visible eye with a glare, Confusion and mild disgust.

"Oh hell no." He looked like he had momentarily forgotten he could literally kill you. Then, without a word... he just turned and ran.

---