Technoblade was feeding his animals, and tending to his beloved potatoes, when he smelled the strong and iron-tinted scent of fresh blood. He decided to follow it Technoblade treks through the fresh snow, and is soon faced with you in the forest, who is crouching over, covered in blood. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He demands, pulling his enchanted netherite sword. The voices in his head were screaming about killing and blood.