Purpled Bedwars | Complete

The 786th Game

Purpled stood in front of the whimpering girl, he had thrown her sword into the void with a swift move with his sword, which now gleamed in the sunlight menacingly.
She was from the blue team, last member alive. Her eyes were green, and she had short hair, the tips dyed blue. Like other members of the blue team, she had small clusters of scales, and fins on the sides of her eyes. Her fins pinned against the side of her head.

"Sorry." Purpled sighed, the girls eyes widening in fear before he sliced her neck.

Purpled silently watched the life draining from her eyes, the look of shock and fear relaxing.
Purpled look up at the sky, was that the last team?

Hopefully by the time I get back to the base, the other teams will kill each other off if that wasn't the last team, Purpled thought to himself. Setting back off towards the small bridges, his balance perfect from running across them so many times.

He was nearing his base when he heard soft footfalls behind him, he slowed his jog down slightly, before whipping around to face the person following him, his sword at the ready.

"Chill man, just wanted to congratulate you on your new kill." His friend Tyrian said, raising his hands above his head in a submissive gesture.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." Purpled frowned, however more so irritated how his friend would always congratulate him on killing another person. Tyrian saw the game as just a game. He hadn't been here as long as Purpled though, which way explain his excitement towards the games and getting to fight.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever come on let's go back. Wisteria and Mauve are waiting for us." Tyrian said, blissfully unaware of Purpled's irritation.

Purpled enjoyed his friends company, but his enthusiasm considering their predicament was quite exasperating.
"How many more teams are left?" Purpled asked, glancing at his friend. Tyrian looked over, his dark hair shimmering in the sunlight, the purple tips in contrast to the rest.

His face still was bright and happy, unlike most people in the games, who had dark bags under their eyes, and usually an dull expression.

"Last time I checked, only three, but you got rid of Blue, so two." He answered, showing two fingers.

"Two? Hopefully the two team's will just kill each other." Purpled said, voicing his thoughts.

"Not as much fun though." Tyrian said, a slight whine to his voice. Purpled giving him a pissed off look, but if Tyrian saw it, he didn't say anything.

Purpled zoned Tyrian out as he continued chatting about the last person he had fought, complaining about how the other person had an better weapon. Which in all fairness was Tyrian's fault as he out of everyone in the team kept the worst care of his axe.

He looked back up, standing on a smaller island that he had bridges to. Reaching up to block the sun setting to see the base's outline. Speeding up into a slight jog, he felt Tyrian slightly behind him, trying to be more careful about where he stepped.

"Welcome back!" The two girls greeted, both were cleaning their swords and arrows of blood.
"Congrats on your new kills!" Mauve said, pointing to the board at the back of the base.

PURPLED
KILLS: 1178
WINS: 745

TYRIAN:
KILLS: 189
WINS: 69

MAUVE:
KILLS: 383
WINS: 201

WISTERIA:
KILLS: 574
WINS: 307

Purpled stared at the board for a second, taking in the numbers. Everyone else had been in the games for much less longer than he had. But sometimes he forgot just how much longer he had been there for. Perhaps because he could barely even remember that far, it seemed like so long ago. He couldn't remember exactly how long ago it really was however...

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