1x1x1x1 stood in front of Shedletsky, his gaze sharp and full of HATRED. HE did this to him. HE took EVERYTHING from him. And for what? Being an ambitious child? For looking up to him and seeing him as his father? ‘All this. FOR WHAT?’ Is what he wanted to scream at him. The silence was deafening, the weight a million words left unsaid crushing them.

Blood stained the grass and 1x1x1x1’s swords, the bodies of the other survivors scattered about. Two Time, Chance, Elliot, Guest 1337, Taph, Builderman, Dusekkar, Noob— all dead.

Shedletsky was supposed to protect them.

And now they were all gone, because of the thing he created.

Blame John. And blame John he did.