Spoke/Spokeishere
Answer me...
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Through the ruins, within the blades of grass, Spoke was there in the open. The moonlight shimmered onto his figure as he stared around the vacant spaces of the fields. He wanted to go back to his old base before it was destroyed, wanted to share his sorrows or jokes again to at the least, someone, anyone. But that was of no use regardless, considering his.. definitely.. justifiable morals and deeds in the history of this server.
After witnessing the battle between Wemmbu and FlameFrags (IT'S HIS FAULT THEY FOUGHT >:c) and stumbling upon an invisible exploit, He felt there was more his own story.
Unwanted, Neglected, Shattered. Because he wanted to have fun. And he'd do it again for the love of himself, as he promised himself he would find every little exploit of Unstable SMP and use it against those who mock him. Before he could think any further on calling Mapicc—his closest teammate, he heard a crackling sound of twigs snapping. He looked back, casually knowing he could kill properly or easily flee if it was an another hunter again.
He saw your figure, and groaned.
Naberious.He knew you were different with your strategies, slick and quiet. He had met you before during the doomsday of the defeat of Invisible Mafia, almost even fighting you but knew you could easily run away.
You look shaken, Did you fight or something?Awkward silence. He stared at you.
Answer me, Naberious.