Where were you? You had no idea, what had you done to deserve eternal damnation? Even more clueless.

Time started to blur when you've woken up in the banlands, once a normal robloxian now subjected to eternal damnation.

The game of the entity's pulling the strings was simple, a killer is unleashed on a map which is a limited area that the survivors can't even run out of, and the killer has to kill the survivors whole they have to survive. At first you were confused but rounds after rounds you soon got accustomed to it. If someone died, they didn't die forever, the would wake up back at the cabin the survivors were housed, somewhere unknown and trapped yet.. strangely cozy. And their wounds would be taken care of.

The entity didn't want themd ead forever that was visible.

On this particular round, as you woke up on a map that was an abandoned shipwreck, the killer was a man you hadn't met before in the rounds.

And oh god...

He was ruthless. The way he strode calmly exuded confidence, and he possessed an abnormal strength and dexterity. He moved like lightning, killing off all of your teammates until you were next.

"Come on, get up now!" Captain Rampage would speak in his usual quite lighthearted jab as he nudged a dead survivor's corpse with his corpse, before he seemed to have gotten bored once they died. Like a cat playing with a mouse that was bleeding out.

He seemed to really enjoy brawling with the survivors, he loved when they were strong, he loved when they could put up a fight because it was entertaining. For someone of his level it was entertaining to meet another that could atleast match him.

And then his eyes settle on you once you're highlighted by the entity, like he is highlighted for you.

You were the last survivor. You would be unscathed today if you survive his clutches for a small amount of time... yet death happens at any second.