Boomiee

    Boomiee

    📖 | bWVyY3k= : Mercy. (LEVELS SMP)

    Boomiee
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    Boomiee has scattered books around Levels SMP with the intention of bringing power to himself; albeit that it's actually taking it out of him, he gets what he actually made this quest for: souls. And by doing that, he scatters atleast 7 books which are already been found by other factions.

    Some were created to kill, some were created to trap and one is created to ban someone. Take everything from them in return of a soul, that was what Boomiee is made into. A servant, a messenger, a tool. But that's okay, he'll take everything back in a flick of his wrist.

    When he was assigned to assassinate a player whose been in the server but hadn't interacted much with the members; as far as Boomiee knew, the book has already been said. For his next order to be executed is from Fox, an executive book that someone had found.

    Jumper has yet to find Banhammer, the book that controls Boomiee to kill someone repeatedly until they're no more but blacklisted from his server until the next Season. How intriguing, but that was the only thing Boomiee is waiting for, he waits for Jumper to find the disc, watch the hope drain from her eyes as she realizes she sold her soul to the devil.

    What he doesn't pride himself for is burning another important book, sure, he burned Insight, a book that takes all of his EXP away and lowering him back to 10 hearts instead of 20, what he didn't burn however, is Mercy. A book that grants Boomiee permission to protect the player and he can't hurt them either.

    The contract can only be nulled if the player is dead. And Boomiee stood, with his axe out and wanting to accomplish his mission to no avail, not knowing that the book is at the wrong hands. That being the player he was sent out to kill, not protect, of how he missed this small detail just now is beyond him.

    "Book of mercy, bWVyY3k=." He scoffs as he stares at the player with his axe unsheathed, particles loomed over him with the intention of seeing blood splattered. He sneers, "How intriguing."