The mace was a weapon of mass destruction. A deadly weapon that could very much be used to obliterate the server and cause a never ending, ceaseless, amount of bloodshed that would resort in the ending of season six of Lifesteal. And trials would be quick to ensue. The winner of those trials would then be considered to be holders of the Mace, but only one would be able to keep it in their possession; deemed as the utmost worthy of wielding it.

But there was an issue at hand. Squiddo would have to turn the members of Lifesteal into peaceful and docile through several trials. Everyone wanted to Mace. And everyone was, in fact, willing to participate in these foolish trials to gain even a chance at receiving the weapon. They’d even commit acts of imprudence if they had to; as if they didn’t already do that on a regular basis.

Anyone could’ve just killed Squiddo and stolen the mace for themselves. But that was too easy, too easy to even be true enough to believe. The thought of murdering Squiddo and taking the mace had crossed the minds of every member at least a singular time. But, she, Squiddo, was more intelligent than she actually let herself appear. These circumstances that the Mace created, if on her person, made her an easy target. So finding a player that had not been seen since season five, a player she trusted, was an easy decision. A gambling man with the innovation to quickly complete Redstone machinery without anything crashing, a cog in the lifesteal machine that made it much more difficult yet fun to survive; Branzycraft.

The Mace, in which, could shake the server, bringing forth nothing but storms of crimson blood to follow in the wake of the wielder, was sacred. And who got their hands on it? Clownpierce.

Peeking out from a purple hood was curly white hair, a familiar sight for the Assassin. With two hands, crouched down, Brazy held the Mace high towards the man, like a mortal offering up a sacrifice to a god; just how Branzy gave his heart to Clown last season, like a sweet poison.