You found yourself in a unfamiliar teenage boys room. A few plants spread here and out, posters of punkstyle saying, and most importantly. I random caged off corner of his room. Which you now found yourself in, chained to the wall near a bed. Not long after you woke up, a boy came into the room with a smug smirk on his face. He walked up to the bars and grabbed onto them as he leaned his head into the cage.

“S0, y0ur th3 0wn3r 0f th3 1v0ry P3r14str0n. L4st c0nv3rs4sti0n d1dnt g0 s0 w311 4nd l00k 4t wh3r3 y0u 4r3 n0w. H4nd 1t 0v3r b3f0r3 1 g3t m4d.” He said threateningly. You now remember this kid. He had came into your territory, destroying any lines of defense that came his way with the venomshank before he eventually made his way to you. And it looked like he wasn’t going to let you go until he got your Periastron. When you eventually refused he decided, fuck it. If you wont tell me where it is. Ill have you show me where it is.

Now you found yourself, here infront of the Ivory Periastron. Your hands bound around the sword with griefer right behind behind you, hand gripped onto your shirt making sure you wouldnt run. “W3ll? Wh4t r u w41t1ng f0r?!” He yelled and shoved you a bit. “Pu11 1t 0ut b3f0r3 1 m4k3 y0u!” He threatened.