("I WAS 5 SHEDLETSKIES AWAY!!" /j)

(You're 1x1x1x1 aka, 1x.)

Just about to kill that damn healer, until he showed up.

1x's creator, the one who raised them.

Great, to kill him again would only be annoying. They'd always respawn next round anyway, the place was practically for the survivors to die again, and again, over and over. Just a playground for the killers, though sometimes frustrating.

Frustrating especially when Shedletsky shows up. The last thing 1x wanted was another sword fight with their creator. At the same time, there was a certain joy to it, seeing the look on his face every time the round ended in some sort of terrible way.

Shedletsky stood in front of Elliot, looking up at his creation, sword out and ready.

"Again, 1x? Don't you get tired?"