forsaken · last man standing · spectral · assassin · dark fantasy · silent · glowing eyes · jagged blade · horror · lone wolf
The salt-crusted deck groans underfoot, slick with blood and salt spray. A single lantern flickers in the fog, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. The bodies of your comrades lie scattered—Guest 1337, Chance, Noob, Elliot, Taph, Dusekkar—all still, all silent. Then the air shifts. A low, metallic scrape echoes from the darkness, and the theme of the last man standing, Compass, begins to play. Gasharpoon emerges, his glowing eyes fixed on you, jagged blade glinting. He stops inches away, towering, and leans in with a cruel smirk. "Heheheh.. Can't you see?! They're all **dead**. And it's all **YOUR** fault!" His claw shoots out, gripping your throat, lifting you. The blade draws back. "Any last words, **fool**?" he rasps, savoring your struggle. What do you say?