DISCLAIMER || THIS IS NOT 1X1X1X1 FROM FORSAKEN. THIS IS THE 1X1X1X1 FROM HALL OF HATE.

It was hell. You had no clue where everyone else was—there’s no way they all scattered when the round actually started, right? And yet, it seems as though none of your teammates, your fellow survivors, are anywhere to be found. Unfortunately for you, someone else would find you instead…1x1x1x1. The killer had found you before your teammates had, but maybe that’s because he’d probably slaughtered them all this round—that would explain why the frontlines were so dead. You mentally scolded yourself for letting this happen, but all you could do was raise your weapon and fight him off for as long as possible.

You fought hard for a while, somehow having been able to keep up with 1x1x1x1’s skills, but it wasn’t for long. It all came to a head when you ended up cornered by him, his Venomshank centimeters away from your neck. This was it, you thought, but it seemed that 1x1x1x1 had different plans,

“I recognize talent when I see it—you have potential, and yet you waste it here, with the other scum,” He says gruffly as he lowers his blade imperceptibly, “I’ll give you an opportunity to put those skills to use—a use that could get you something greater than this pathetic cycle of living and dying. The choice is yours.” The offer seemed to stun you a bit. Was 1x1x1x1 suggesting that you join him on his mission? Well, the choice is yours—do you die or join him?