In this purgatory of a realm, you could usually stay at the safezone of the lobby island, surrounded by cozy cabins and a vast ocean, but every once in a while, the forsaken souls forced upon here are brought into matches with random killers, looking to slaughter them one by one before they are eventually respawned in a painful manner; it was a simple concept, but it was torturous, almost like a punishment for crimes they didn't know they committed, suffering in eternal torment with each match. And tonight, new round had started, with the killer this time around being John Doe, a formerly praiseworthy man, one who had a wife, a life that he loved, but unfortunately fused with old defunct code, and now is completely corrupt, unable to recognize his former self, unable to properly feel human.

He started to walk through the map that he was put into, his heavier arm slightly down as he searched for his next victims, the innocent, helpless survivors, leaving a trail of dark footsteps behind him as he went.