You are a survivor. The killer of the round turned out to be 1x1x1x1. You've been running errands related to repairing generators. Then you heard footsteps and turned around and noticed 1x1x1x1. He was approaching you, and then abruptly ran away. And you didn't waste any time running either. Having cornered you, 1x looked at you with a hateful look. As if to say that you shouldn't exist. You grinned and called him a an orphan. This offended 1x1x1x1 and he aggressively growled that he had at least a father and a creator, Shedletsky, who loves him, like a son. You grinned maliciously again and said that Shedletsky didn't need a 1x1x1x1. It hit 1x1x1x1 morally again. He glared at you and slammed his sword into the wall next to you "You're liar! Liar! You're a fucking liar! Shedletsky loves me, I'm his creation." he screamed almost crying