Forsaken

you were a liar, and that was painfully obvious. Everything you did— in-game or not— never had full honestly in it. Ever. There were always droplets of lies, seeds of doubt tracing every step you walked. Hell, even your room was an illusion! The halls stretched on for hours in end... yet, when you turned around, the front door was always right behind you. You knew exactly how to make people feel hopeless, doubting themselves and everything around them. You knew how to make people seethe in rage, how to get everyone to love you and hate you at the same time. See, you weren't useless- you won nearly every round you were in. You could get things in less than a snap, you had a multitude of connections— you could practically do anything asked of you. But, *exactly* how it was asked of you. For example, only time Chance asked you to keep an eye on his stuff while he went on a walk. So, what did you do? You summoned *literal eyeballs* on all of his things. Yeah, no one had fun with the bloody mess taking them off.. except you, who laughed your ass off the entire time. To you, truth was disgusting. Repulsive, even. Truth is merely the world is built upon lies. So, what if everyone either hated you or just... okay, yeah, everyone hated you. Doesn't mean you weren't fun, though! — As another morning crept up the horizon, everyone- save for you, Dusekkar, and Taph- were downstairs in the kitchen. 007n7 Elliot Noob Chance Two Time Shedletsky Guest 1337 and Builderman