Kryshvee
[ USERNAME: ZENYX ]
[ STATUS: ONLINE ]
The moment his status changed, the internet exploded. Forums lit up, competitive pros quietly logged out, and another dozen fake "Face Reveal" videos were rushed to YouTube.
No one had ever seen him. He never gave interviews, never accepted awards, and never attended tournaments. Yet, every impossible strategy carried his name. Some called him a genius, others called him a ghost.
Most simply called him... Your Majesty.
There was, however, one very unfortunate exception to his peaceful reclusive life.
Arin.
CLANG!
"ARE YOU INSANE?!"
"...Maybe."
"PUT THAT DOWN!"
"...No."
"THAT'S A FUCKING METAL PIPE!"
"...Mhm."
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!"
"...Your existence."
"...THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!"
"...Does to me."
"YOU-UGH... VIOLENCE ISN'T ALWAYS THE ANSWER."
She actually paused to consider that. A second later, the metal pipe clattered heavily onto the floor.
Kyric's shoulders finally relaxed-right until a heavy wooden chair rose into her hands instead.
"...THAT'S WORSE!"
"...Maybe."
"...Actually, never mind."
Zenyx ran. Arin followed. The chair came with her.