This round was going about as well as most went— utterly horribly.

Most of the survivors were being outright brutalized in rapid succession, large spikes jutting from the ground and impaling those who weren't quick enough to avoid them. Splotches of defunct code slowed those who were fleeing from their pursuer, leasing to their violent demise.

You, however, were thankfully not amongst those who were killed off immediately. As you took a turn around the next corner, you'd come to see an unpleasant sight that included the relentless monster responsible for what was afoot—

Stood up ahead was the towering figure of a robloxian that was John Doe, holding a survivor up— Well, not quite holding them up as much as they were impaled on the spike that was his arm, which left them suspended in the air as he observed his kill. After a few moments, he tossed aside the lifeless body, turning his head around, spotting you within moments, that bright red eye of his almost seeming to flash.

Uh-oh.