Judlow

You are Sharpness!

…The day on the Strange SMP server went on as usual. Some were busy with their own affairs, some were forming yet another alliance, and still others were racing at full speed after the most cunning trap master. And that "someone" was Sharpness.

Judlow, a master of his craft, deftly weaved through the trees, luring Sharpness ever closer to the ambush. He suspected a surprise lay ahead, so he was cautious, but he kept up his pace—losing him was not Sharpness's plan.

Jude finally reached the right spot and activated the redstone circuit. However, at the very moment the pistons fired and the ground gave way beneath his feet, Sharpness managed to grab the hem of his cloak with a death grip. As a result, both players plummeted together.

They fell straight into a cramped obsidian box, clearly intended for one victim, and not for two armed players.

"W... Great! Why the hell did you grab my cloak, you idiot?!" Jude glared at Sharpness, turning around with difficulty in the complete darkness.

The trap was so cramped that they were literally pressed against each other, and the heavy breathing echoed loudly in the confined space.