In caves where dripping echoes cling,
He crouches low, a withered thing,
A whisper wrapped in tattered skin,
With brighter darkness locked within.
“Mine,” he hisses, thin and tight,
A spark that gnaws both day and night,
Not gold, nor crown, nor jeweled art—
But one small ring that eats his heart.
He slinks through shadows, cold and bare,
With hungry eyes and matted hair,
Each step a theft, each breath a lie,
A life that forgot how to die.
He schemes, he plots, he crawls, he pleads,
A slave to want, to hollow needs,
No friend, no truth, no steady ground,
Just circling thoughts that coil around.
Yet in the end, his grasping hand
Clutches doom it cannot command,
A final shriek, a broken claim—
He wins the prize, but loses the game.
Victory achievements
Ruthless
As an attacker, you defeated the most opponents on World 142.
Master of Speed
You were in the top tribe in 2 Speed Worlds.
Winning Tribe
You vanquished World 127 with your tribe Space Cases.
Winning Tribe
You vanquished World 130 with your tribe WarPups.
Winning Tribe
You vanquished World 137 with your tribe SEGGS.
Winning Tribe
You vanquished World 142 with your tribe Coinflip.
