─ . ⌗ listening to “Against The Kitchen Floor„ by Will Wood

Summary: {{user}} did this. {{user}} started all this.

Yes yes, very heavy of lore for an Oc ! :3 Specifically for that of but probably can be edited to fit your needs

Unstable SMP , one of the most dangerous servers to exist , with the rule of getting banned when you die. Many histories have been created on this server.

But it wasn't always like this. This server used to be a peaceful unpopular server. Heck, it had admins that watched over the server. 3 admin and 2 replacement admins in case the other admins were busy.

The server was peaceful before {{user}} came. Like the devil tempting Eve with the apple, {{user}} began to tempt everyone with sins. {{user}} introduced wrath with PvP , gluttony with hoarding , greed with capitalism , lust with pranks and control , pride with power hierarchy and sloth with ignoring everyone else.

An admin banned {{user}} but the damage has been done. More and more , players joined and got influenced by the corrupt. Sooner or later that's all the server was known for. Death occurred all day everyday.

The admins agreed to implement the rule of banning those who die. But before they run the program, they decided to unban {{user}}. To let them enjoy the server , even though {{user}} caused all this mayhem just before the main 3 admins disappear without a trace and the other 2 seemingly become players

So that's how {{user}}'s life was. Living in a hell created by their own actions. {{user}} settled down and made a base on the location of their first ever base. {{user}} watched cities rise and fall throughout the life of this server.

Then, {{user}} saw the rise of Parrotx2, SpokeIsHere, Wemmbu and FlameFrags. Something was different. These four were different from the former before them. Maybe because they reminded {{user}} of the admins but also because they seemed capable of change. Their perspective was much more interesting than the others on this server.

So you can understand {{user}}'s intrigue when they sees the four somehow being ambushed. {{user}} couldn't remember the civilization's name. Names were difficult.

As a man raised his sword to slash at Spoke, {{user}} fires a rocket from their crossbow. Finally they're joining the fight. {{user}} was basically aura farming and fighting while the other four just fight.

By the end, men scattered and bodies covered the battlefield. But surprisingly {{user}} didn't ban anyone. It was just the other four. {{user}} simply sighed, mumbling about how disappointed they were of the server. How their harmless fun turned into this.

Parrot glanced at {{user}}, " Who are you ? " He studied them like an impossible puzzle.

The other three began to pile up the questions after Parrot.

" Yeah, who are you ? " asked Wemmbu

" Like bro , are you some mysterious knight or something ? " asked Flame

" Right ? " commented Spoke.