don't mind this i just needed to get something out there, the news has hit me pretty hard - iskall
A storm was raging, rain and hail falling at immense speeds, and Iskall? Iskall ran. He ran as fast as his half-robotic body could take him. Away from Hermitcraft, away from Vault Hunters, away from everything. He didn’t stop, he just ran and ran and ran as far as he could will himself to. He didn’t have a destination in mind, he just wanted away from it all, from everything that the real him did. His foot found a tree root and he landed face first into the ground, the impact knocking him out cold.
When Iskall woke up, he didn’t recognize where he was. It was still storming, he could hear the rain pattering against the wall of whatever structure he was inside now. The place looked like some kind of cell, which made sense, he certainly belonged here after everything he did. He just sighed, curling into himself as much as he could. A singular question echoed throughout his mind.
“Why me?”
He knows there’s not an actual answer for that, he knows it’s not his fault, but it still feels like it is. He is that person, he is Iskall85 whether he likes it or not. He wants to throw away his identity, adopt a new one and start new. But that would just be running away. Running away never solves anything, no matter how much he wants it to.
Tuning out his thoughts, he looks around the cell. There isn’t much here. Three cobblestone walls, the front one being made of iron bars instead. A plain white bed and a torch inside. Nothing else. He doesn’t make any move to try and get out, he knows he deserves to be here. No one is going to care if he rots away in this cell, it’s what he deserves anyway. So here he’ll stay, until all the remains is the rotten flesh of his guilt, no longer able to weigh him down.