Lore

Desolation

My pickaxe was broken. My health was low. I had no food left, and all I had was a few raw iron and some leather armor. 

Hopelessly, I searched for a way out of this cave. I felt like I had been there for centuries. It was like I had walked past the same stone over and over again. Tears dripped down my face as I desperately tried to dig my way out, to no avail. I dropped to the floor, and as I laid in my own filth, I let it out. All the bad  things I had ever done, all the good things I would never get to see. I melancholically curled up into a ball, and soaked myself in my own tears.

Abruptly, I heard a majestic, indescribable, unearthly sound. It sounded like something from another dimension, like a portal, but also sounded like a chime of an amythyst crystal. It Was like music to my ears, it was like it was talking to me.  I felt compelled to find the sound, as if my life depended on it. 

I dug around, looked high and low, left and right. Finally, After an eternity of digging, I located the origin of the sound in a small cave connected to one I was in a few feet below. 

There was this Huge, beaming, purple crystal thing. It was stunning. It had  sleek lines, and had strikingly clean edges. It was the most beautiful thing you could ever imagine. It looked like something out of heaven, like it was hand crafted by the hands of God, combined with the hands of nature, and the hands of man. It was perfect. 

It was like it was calling me.  I wanted to get closer. 

Wait a minute, this is very obviously a trap. Dude, run.

Every Single Bone in my body was telling me NOT to get anywhere near it. My fight or flight instincts were pressurized me to flee as far as possible. My skin hairs were tingling, everything I ever knew told me to run. And yet, I felt obligated, so enticed, to just step a little bit closer. 

"One step won't hurt, right?" 

I stepped one step closer. I felt an unexplainable calm feeling when I stepped closer. It was so serene, It felt so inviting, like it was meant to be. But the other part of me was screaming me to escape. 

What are you doing? RUN YOU IDIOT!

Fearfully, despite every part of the evolution of the past 7 billion years of humanity, I edged nearer. 

With every inch, every block I walked, it felt like immense amounts of regret, of despair, were lifted off of me.  With every step, I felt like I was a new man, like I'd been forgiven.

Run away! Have you not ever seen stories like this? NEVER listen to the seduction of the unknown, the fraudulent feeling of happiness!

But yet, what do I have to lose? I Advanced towards it,  so close that I could feel the warm glow of this Strange, mystical thing. It was so bright, so vivid, so beautiful. 

I pondered over what to do next.  My heart was pounding. Cold Sweat Trickled Down My Spine. I stared fearfully at it, frozen in place. 

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, conflicted on my next move. 

I backed away from the crystal, and I felt an immense feeling of dread, of sadness, of hatred. I felt compelled to go back. 

I ran towards it as swiftly as I could. 

I dove right into it, like my life depended on it. 

I felt a sudden, uncomfortable , indescribable feeling. My Heart Pounded as I felt a strange, electrified, chilly, empty feeling surrounding my body. I felt everything begin to fade away, like everything else was insignificant. Everything I ever knew drifted away.  I dreadfully watched, powerless, as this undefined feeling consumed me, and my consciousness disappeared.

`Drop 2`

The Awakening... Of Heaven?

My Head was throbbing. I couldn't feel anything on my body. In fact, I couldn't feel anything at all.I didn't feel hot, I didn't feel cold, not itchy or anything.I didn’t feel sleepy, dirty, slimy,anything at all.

I  finally opened my eyes and saw nothing. I blinked. Not a Single thing.It was like if you were on planet earth without the earth, just, emptiness.It wasn't black, it wasn't white. It was so incomprehensible. 

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Silence.Quiet as a stone. Not even an echo reverberating back at me. It was so eerily quiet that I wondered how one wouldn’t go insane in here, but then I realized, *Maybe I will*. There's a reason why nobody ever gets out of the insane asylum,right?

No. Surely, Surely I’m just dreaming, right? I’m just unconscious, or maybe this whole cave thing was a dream. Maybe I hit my head somewhere, maybe this is all one big fever dream.Surely, surely, this isn’t real. I’m not dead, right? I think I even remember when I must’ve hit my head, yeah, I hit my head, surely.

Deep down, I knew it wasn’t true.

I’m not dead. I’m not dead. This is a dream. This is a dream. None of this is real.

I started to sob. I would never get to live again.I thought of my home, of my parents who would miss me, of my dog who would be waiting for me. I thought of my best friend, of my favorite dish from my favorite restaurant I would never get to eat again, of the beautiful sunset I would never get to witness. And all the things I never got to see, all the places I wanted to see, all the things I wanted to do. 

Please, Wake up. WAKE UP!

“WAKE UP” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“$%^$%$^% WAKE UP”

I began to go through every curse word I could think of. Every version of it, every accent, every mispronunciation.I executed possible way I could get my frustration, my anxiety out,every way to sob or weep or cry.

I closed my eyes and just cried. I was definitely dead. I would never eat anything again. Touch anything. Smell anything. I thought about cooked beef, I would've given anything to just have a singular piece of cooked beef. To touch it, smell it, nibble on it. I would’ve sacrificed my soul just for one piece of beef.

Out of the blue, I heard this big bold sound. It sounded like the thing that presumably killed me, but more bold and godly. It sounded like god himself was a foot in front of me. It was magical, like something out of a fairy tale.

I opened my eyes. There it was. A singular piece of steak, floating in front of me. How? 

"Hello? Anyone? Who did that? Hello?" 

Silence.

"Hello?" 

Where am I? Am I dead? Is this hell? Is this Heaven? Something felt different. Deep down I didn't *feel* dead. I felt very much alive. I felt energetic, but I felt like I was missing something. 

I sat here for hours, wondering, going through all my different emotions, the anger of the fact that I decided to touch that thing, the sadness that I will never see anyone ever again, the confusion on how that steak appeared. 

Eventually, I got thirsty. I missed my favorite drink, an ice cold Skyline™ Cola. 

And then, there it was. A can of beautiful, thirst quenching, sweet, tasty, Skyline™ Cola. In my favorite flavor too, vanilla. 

How did that… 

Did I…. 

Did I just-

Did I do that? Did I make that appear? 

I pondered on it for a while. Then, I decided to test it. I wanted to create something That I had always wanted. But what? 

Wait, couldn't this be dangerous? Don't get greedy! What if things get worse? What if you stop existing? What if you get transported to hell for greed? what if this is a test?

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and just focused on one thing. A thing that I had always wanted, ever since I was a little boy. A brand new, Fully Decked out, or as they called it, Enchanted©  Sword. I had always wanted one of these, but my parents would never let me have one. They always told me that I would stab my face off with it. And when I got older, they were so expensive I couldn't afford one. 

I opened my eyes and, there it was. In the box, brand new, vintage, Enchanted sword with all the different options on it. But how? I opened it, Dragged my hand across the sharp, shiny edges of the blade. 

Then I had another idea. I focused on something else I had always wanted, a bow and arrow. My parents always Said I'd shoot my eye out with it. Aand they were probably right. I opened my eyes again, and there it was.

So I tried again and again. Making more and more things. But eventually, I had everything I had ever wanted as a kid.

And then I remembered something. In school, they used to teach us about religion, things like reincarnation or god creating the world with some dirt, etc. 

Why not? I decided to create a world. I wanted to have some fun making it, so I spawned in a religious text from back when everyone believed that Slimes were gods, and I copied it to the tea. Every last action that god did, I did the same things.

I created Slimes, I created Creepers, Pigs, skeletons, netherite, Thousands of different little intricate things. And it took an eternity. Each little thing was perfect, it was beautiful. Finally, underneath the bedrock, I created a core. This core was the heart of the world. I gave it some of my powers, and I spent ages, thinking of all sorts of things this thing could do. By the time I was done, you could almost say it was more powerful than me.

This core would control the world, the weather, create new things, make the world more and more beautiful. It was perfect. Finally, after all that work, I built myself a house and just sat peacefully in the wind.

But then, something unexpected happened. People started to appear. I didn't create them? Where did they come from? 

I decided not to worry about it too much, and I just made the most comfortable bed I could, and I sat down, and I rested.

On the seventh day, he rested.

Genesis 2:2-3

Skyline

After pondering for a while about what to call this new world, I decided to name it after my old favorite soda brand, Skyline. Why not? They aren't around to sue me, are they? Also, I thought it would be funny to name it after a soda brand, a little inside joke only I would know about.  

 Anyhow, they are strange, these little humans. They are tiny, little ants. But they are incredible. These magnificent things they can do. They simply spawn in, gather resources, build homes, upgrade, etc. It's beautiful.  

 I watched them all day, I watched how they would appear, and then ran to a tree, mine it, make a crafting table, make a pickaxe, and then immediately mine some stone. Then make a stone pickaxe. Then find some iron, and make a furnace to smelt it, and make full iron tools. Then a house. Then diamond. It was absolutely amazing. It was like they had done this a hundred thousand times before, but yet, they were only just created. Its strange, because you wouldn't ever see this, because normally life starts with birth, but you can't be born without parents, it has to start somewhere. But it doesn't make it any less fascinating. It's something you only get to see once, because after that, the regular process of life starts with ancestry and all that. 

 It wasn't all fun and games though. Far from it. I watched as many of them bickered and fought over dumb things. Stole from each other. Some of them even killed each other just for something as small as some iron. One person got burned at the stake just for having a high pitched voice. Another had their life ended just for walking on someone else's property, when their property was nearly in the middle of the world, where everyone would go to convene and hang out.  

 Eventually, I decided this world wasn't good enough. It wasn't up to my standards what a perfect world made by such a high powered being should be like. Clearly, this society is far too Corrupt. Why? I don't know, maybe a fluke accident. I created a new world, exactly like the first, but with some minor modifications. I delicately crafted this new world only with my hands and the core. It took an eternity to create.  

 But then, the same thing happened again. People murdering each other over and over again just for some steak, or over some wool. They would bicker and fight and kill each other. So, I started over. And again, and again it was the same result.  

 Finally, I gave up. I figured it was just a natural part of society, and I just let nature take its course. I decided to mold myself into my own body and join these people in life. I wanted to live again. Being God is very tiring and quite boring. So, I created a way for me to switch between them, between a sort of "Survival" and a "Creative". In survival, I could feel pain, feel hunger, eat, heal, even die, but I would just be resurrected. But in Creative, I could do anything. Build anything. 

It was strange, finally feeling semi normal again. I decided to do what everyone else did and start punching trees. I expected it to hurt a lot more than it did. I thought it would be more difficult to craft things, but it was easy to just kind of mash together a crafting table, and then place things on the table to make them. 

 One person was particularly helpful throughout all of this. He was very kind and loving, and he didn't make fun of me for not knowing certain things. It might sound strange that a god wouldn't know how to make these things, but when I was in survival, it was quite different. It was like if I lost certain knowledge. Because again, when I was in that, I was completely normal. And that was strange.

Anyway, Night was very kind and helpful. He helped me to mine for iron, then diamond. He even helped me to go into the depths of hell, or as he called it, The Nether, to find this strange thing he called netherite. I didn't understand why until he put it on all my stuff, and it was suddenly immune to lava, and more powerful.  

 He also helped me to build a home. It was this great, beautiful mansion with three floors, a pool, a room full of villagers (L bozo slaves), carpets, tons of storage, anything you would ever dream of. I couldn't believe that someone could be so kind and selfless. However, maybe that was because he was scared of me, or worshiping me. Who knows?  

Either way, it was Extraordinary. It felt so good, I felt unstoppable. I felt like a god, no I WAS God. 

 But being God got very tiring. I sat down and vented to Night about how tired I was. 

  "Hey man, can I vent to you?"  

"Sure man, what's wrong?"  

"It gets so tiring. The whole world looks up to me. I have to do it all alone, I have to go somewhere every five minutes and make sure some stupid conflict doesn't happen, and prevent all-out war, or even prevent Armageddon. Ever since I randomly become God of this world from touching a crystal and it basically transported me here, I haven't been able to work on-"

 "Hold on, you become god because of some crystal? That's sick." 

 "Not really, it turns to a burden after a while, and I think it was more of a curse"  

 " What if you got someone to help you?"  

"How?" 

"Give them powers, power to help you monitor this world. " 

 "Who would I even trust with that?"  

 I thought and thought. Who Would I be able to trust with something like that?  

 Then it hit me. Night seemed to be the most innocent soul I had ever seen. How bout’ him? 

"What If, I gave you creative?"  

"You mean, God powers?"  

 "Yeah." 

 "I don't know, how do you know you can trust me?"  

"Who else am I gonna trust? The sketchy kids?"  

"Your right. Only if you think that it's a good idea."  

 "Are you sure about this? "  

"Bro, it's your idea. This isn't gonna kill me, right?"  

 "Nah"

We do a little Trolling

The Troll

It feels good. To watch it burn. The flames of the unstoppable inferno, the vast accomplishments disappearing in seconds. It’s fascinating, what you can achieve with only a flint and steel, and sometimes a little bit of tnt. Within minutes, you can go from just a small little flame, to a spectacular blazing hot inferno visible from a mile away.  To see these things blacken, to just crackle and die, it makes you think, Wow, that used to be something.*The adrenaline, the blood rushing through your skull as you watch every last bit of it turn to ash.  

I layed down on the grass, hands behind my neck, what else is more entertaining than watching a good’ ol fire, as if having a mind of its own, spreading block by block and consuming them. It didn’t take long for the village to turn into a fantastical show of man, a lesson on giving good trades.   

The villagers shrieked In agony, forced out of their cozy homes, running around as they desperately tried to put out the flames on their rags. They dropped one by one like flies, some still making futile attempts to save their family, every single one of them met their inevitable fate, I turned by back coldly and slowly walked away, muttering, Serves you right, ya filthy scammers.

A few hours later, After the fire started to die down to ash, the sun was already set, the village was no longer a village anymore, just charred corpses on the ground and what used to be some peaceful houses. I decided to head home to my humble cottage on the hill for some rest.  

On the way Home, I discovered something; A beautiful, fantastic neighborhood, with the most beautiful homes and infrastructure I had ever seen. Most notably, they were all made of measly, feeble, flammable, wood.  

I contemplated for a minute. Villagers are one thing, they suck anyway, but people? Hmm, I didn’t really like hurting other people as much, would the guilt catch up to me, would I start a war? 

But then I imagined it, my greatest achievement yet; burning down the entire neighborhood of rich kids. Making the once wealthy bow down to the poor, solving the wealth gap of Skyline, I might even become it’s Robin Hood! 

And so, hesitantly, I pulled out my trusty flint and steel, as well as some fire charges and tnt I got from a merchant down the street from my house.  

He was always strange, muttering about how the end was coming, and how God was going to eat our souls, weird things like that. He probably had a business for selling fortunes, and probably made quite a bit off it. Not the brightest fellow I’ve seen, but he sold good stuff.  

Anyway, I pulled out my materials, popped an invisibility potion( I had been saving it ever since I found it for sale at the cheap price of 3 diamonds at a market) and I just started igniting fire charges across the wood structures of the town. It was fascinating, how each charge was different, different sizes, some would have small flames that spread quite swiftly, others, quite sizable flames that weren’t as swelteringly hot. Each home would go up differently, some would quickly blacken like a poison spreading through the skin, others would go up in spectacular flames, as if you were watching them turn into the sun itself.  

It was more marvelous than I could ever imagine. The day was perfect, the fire spread on each and every house in the neighborhood like a knife going through butter. And the occupants were oblivious to what was going on until it was too late. It was a pleasure to hear them screech, to hear their useless cries for help. Their helpless prayers, the pleads to let them have more time on this planet earth. Who’s gonna save you? Your NEIGHBORS? The god who definitely exists?  

chuckles

When I got to the last house, I realized it was much larger than the others. It had a gold roof, and a giant fountain on the front. It had iron gates, marble floors, and a stone path. It was subtly rich, but also not completely up in your face flashy. I climbed over the gate, and tiptoed across the yard toward the door. I quietly heaved myself through an open window, into the kitchen. 

With 2 minutes of invisibility left I walked through the marble hallway, snuck a few blocks of tnt in every room. Observing the amethyst chandeliers, a furnace array, dozens of packed chests in a room overflowing with riches. I imagined what all these would end up like once I scrape my arson tool on a fuse. I lit the tnt in the hallway and scurried through a wall to the yard. I saw a big, bright light emerge from the house.   

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me away from that mansion. I didn’t hear anything chasing me, but I could hear a large, deep sound that almost sounded like a voice.  

What have I done? 

Inferno - A citizen's journal.  

I was awoken by the sound of a big crash and a loud crackling. I was also covered in sweat and the room felt like a furnace. 

I opened my eyes and was mortified to see a big blazing inferno mere inches away from me, inching toward me on my bedsheets. I scrambled out of bed and threw my sheets across the room. It quickly began to spread to my chests, and my armor stand. Tears came from my eyes as I realized everything I had worked for was gone. I stood there in shock, unsure of what to do. Everything I had ever lived for was turning to dust.  

CRASH 

I got up, and I watched wretchedly as cracks and holes started to form in the stone parts, all the wood was engulfed in flames. Still stunned, a large section of debris fell behind me in what was my bed. I realized I would also be history if I didn't do something quickly. I scanned the room, searching for an escape.  

My door was covered in fire. My windows were charred with the ashes of my life's work. I realized I was trapped, and I needed to think of an escape, and fast. The fire was devouring everything in its path, encompassing my entire room in flames.  

The whooshes were getting closer and closer. The flames of Lucifer, inching nearer. Black smoke, filling the air, worsening the visibility even further. Smog entered my lungs, ripping the oxygen from my body.  

Cough 

Cough  

I looked around hopelessly for an escape. But I was completely immersed in what felt like the depths of hell.  

My large, elegantly decorated curtains caught ablaze, the room getting near impossible to breathe, and the fire getting closer faster and faster, the sounds of my bedroom windows shattering and flinging glass are starting to commence. Barely getting hit by a shard, I knew I would be screwed if I was struck, Therefore I came to a solution, ***run***. I sprinted through the blazing inferno, twisting the red hot doorknob, and dashed out of it. I then rolled around on the rock hard floor to put it out. *Stop Drop and roll*, I thought.  

When I got back up to my feet, I then realized that it wasn't much better in the hallway, lanterns were falling on the floor, paintings that I spent hours creating incinerated, I hunted for a way to proceed through the hall, but both sides were draped with walls of fire. 

Finally, I realized that the railing wasn't on fire. However, If I jumped, the fall would surely break my legs, and I wouldn’t get anywhere closer to an exit. I contemplated whether I wanted to sacrifice my legs.  

I grasped that I didn't have much time when the fire behind me set my pants on fire, and I leaned over the edge of the railing to get an idea of just how far down it was. 

I was getting ready to jump and then- 

CREAK 

BOOM 

thump 

I was startled, horrified to feel the railing I was leaning on give way, like a bird without wings, I helplessly fell down to the floor without warning.  

Crunch 

I screamed in agony. 

That really, REALLY hurt. It was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt, like if there were hot, 200 pound weights on my feet, and someone was trying to rip them off. It was such an unexplainable, incomprehensible pain. My legs were like jelly, useless weights hanging on my waist, full of tiny broken fragments. 

As I kept screaming, as I put every bone in my body through torture, I desperately seeked a way out. But everywhere I looked appeared to be covered in flames. I wanted to cry, I wanted to pinch myself and just wake up and it would all be a nightmare. I wanted to live. “Please let me live… Please.” 

Finally, in the corner of my eye, I noticed that the second floor window next to the staircase was untouched and fine.  

I struggled to haul my lump of dead weight up the steps, using nothing but my left arm and some adrenaline. Each movement felt like my arm was being ripped from its joints. I felt like I was constantly being dragged across a road, constantly being scraped and scratched all over me.  

After what seemed like a million years of torment, I reached the second floor window. I looked down. It was a long way down there. I wasn't sure if I would even live from this drop.  

I screamed for help as loud as I could, to no avail. I was sure this would kill me. I felt the ground beneath me give way, and I quickly heaved myself out of it impulsively.  

Somehow, I landed on a stack of hay bales outside of my window from my farm. It felt more like a stack of needles prodding my body at every angle, but I was alive, sort of. After a few minutes, all the pain came in. I guess the adrenaline was protecting me. I felt like I was constantly on fire, like I was the kindling for someone else's fire. The block of wood that they keep poking to keep it going, and then throw leaves on it occasionally.  

It felt like I layed in that hay bale for an eternity, despairingly watching my life's work get reduced to ashes in a catastrophic disaster. My diamonds, my emeralds, my mounds of gold. My pets I had downstairs, oh my pets. Poor Emily, poor Jerry. I wanted to cry, but it was extremely painful to do so.  

boom 

crash 

BOOM 

CREEEEAAAAK 

I watched as the walls of my home crumbled, listening to more of my windows shattering, covering me in glass, my floor giving way, my belongings turning into molten sludge. It didn’t hurt anymore. 

I sat on my deathbed for hours and hours, until finally, after I had powerlessly observed my accomplishments turn to ash, my savior showed up. 

I didn't see much of his face. Just being in his presence, I felt safe. I knew who he was. He has a big bright glow around his body, as if the sun was inside of him. It was him . My lord had come to save me. I just hoped that he wasn't too late. 

I was barely conscious, but I remember that He was incredibly angry, I had never seen someone so angry. So, furious. I was terrified by the fury that I sensed in this man's heart.  

He said something about how he was going to avenge this and a few other things. I don't remember much, because at some point as he was ranting on and on, I closed my eyes, and passed out. 

The reckoning 

God 

⚠Gore Warning⚠ 

I was sleeping peacefully in my beautiful 

home when all of the sudden: 

BOOM 

CRASH 

crackle 

I felt my bed move up an inch or two then fall back down to the floor. Smoke billowed out my door. 

What the hell was that? It sounded huge, like a nuclear bomb or something.  

I got up, and I walked out of my door in my pajamas.  

slip 

thump thump thump 

Ow… 

I slipped on something outside my door, it was some kind of debris, but from what?  

I looked up, and I discovered this giant gaping hole in the middle of my house, clearly from some kind of explosion.  

Who the heck decided to blow up Gods house? What the hell? Is this some kind of sick prank? 

As I walked down what was left of the marble stairs, I realized I had no way down, so I simply just went full god mode, and I flew down.  

It was then I realized that my house was not only half exploded, but also on fire. 

Holy Crap. My house is on fire. There was rubble literally everywhere, and the walls were ablaze. Smoke billowed from the  

living room.  

I ran outside and what I saw horrified me.  

My house was totaled. I would need to get a new house, because it seemed like it would take more time to fix than to rebuild.  

I turned around and I was appalled. My entire neighborhood, full of many citizens, as well as multiple admins, was on fire in a blazing inferno. All the beautiful architecture I watched them build, the house Night built for me, all the shops. All of them were as hot as the sun. I couldn't comprehend what exactly had happened yet. I stood in shock, listening to the screams of the people, the cries for help from the citizens of Skyline.   

I yelled in despair. My beautiful garden was all gone. The garden that my people had been keeping for me, the beautiful garden these little human ants kept for me. I had worked for days to create all this, the perfect imperfect world. While sure we had some flaws, never anything like this?  

I was enraged. Heartbroken. Betrayed. Who could do something so, selfish? So, evil? So, wicked and demonic?  

What a little [REDACTED].  

I was going to find this person, and I was going to make them pay. I was going to enjoy it. Watching them suffer. Maybe I'll put them in their own fire. Maybe, I'll lock them up and throw away the key. Maybe I'll throw them into orbit. Maybe I'll split them apart piece by piece, or throw them into a pit of wardens.  

I was going to hunt them down, no matter how long it took, and destroy them.  

But how would I find them? Sure, I have every power in existence, but I wasn't really sure exactly how to use them all. 

I devised a plan to find them, by flying around the neighborhood, each time taking a larger circle. I was bound to eventually find them, because they had to be somewhere, right?  

I flew as fast as I could with all of my might. I flew around the neighborhood in circles, taking larger circles each time. It didn't take long before I found a man covered in charcoal and holding a flint and steel, dancing around like he was at the prom. This was our guy.  

He turned around and looked at me, and then he began to run like he was in the track team.  

"HEY, YOU!" 

I charged into him as fast as I could. I threw them into the air whoosh then slammed them to the ground Crunch.  

I chucked them into a mountain, laughed as their screams slowly disappeared into nothing as they got out of my ear range, and then I flew back over to them, picked them up by the head, and dropped them into a ravine. "AAAAAAH SPLAT"  

I broke every bone in their body, CRAAACK and then healed it and did it again. I crushed them, watched them yell in pain as the sand suffocated them and slowly muffled their screams. I burned them, ate cookies as they screeched in agony. I Took them apart like an action figure. Crunch snap crack 

Then I Put them back together by just mashing them together, and it made this weird, fleshy sound. I did this over and over, until I got bored of it. I killed them in every single way you could ever think of, and ways you probably wouldn't. Drowning, choking, wardens, creepers, cold, heatstroke, cactuses, you name it.  

Finally, after what was quite possibly days and days of torture, I decided to let them die. I watched as this person pleaded for mercy, looked at me with tears in their eyes. I looked him dead in the eyes, told him, "There's no mercy where you're going." Then I finished him off with a stomp.  

CRUNCH 

I took one last look at the body. It was then I learned it was just a little boy, I couldn't tell his age from the charred, broken body.  

How could a boy so young think of such atrocious acts? How could they burn an entire neighborhood full of people? It just didn't make sense.  

That could only mean one thing, someone put him up to this. There's no way a 16 year old (or whatever their age was) would do this on their own.  

Someone must've sold him the explosives, someone sold him the fire charges or flint and steel, someone would have injected their opinions into this boy and made him like this.  

I was going to find the man who put him up to this. I wanted to make sure every last bit of justice had been served. It wasn't right that someone would allow this to happen.  

I was going to let this man feel my wrath of fury.  

I turned around, and I trudged back to the body. I grabbed the head, and I popped it off the neck with all of my strength.  

SNAP 

It was the most gruesome snap you had ever heard, like dissecting a frog, but one million times worse.  

Gore Gushed Out of the body and head like a waterfall. His LifeBlood, Draining out of his body. 

I ripped the skin off the head like a wrapper, and I snapped the skull in half.  

CRRRAACCK 

I then pulled the brain out. I stared at it for a moment, wondering what to do next. Then, I floated up in the air, curled up in a relaxed way, and I meditated. I held the brain with a firm grip, and I began to see snippets of this boy's life, memories. I went through them all the way until I got to the present, and finally, I got to today.  

The boy was in town, and he went to an underground store called "Joes Hardware". Then, he asked for explosives, and the counter man sighed, and just up and gave him some, right then and there. They had to've known each other.  

I went back and I saw a few memories of Joe Talking about how God was going to eat peoples souls and that the end was coming. This guy was making rumors about me! The nerve of him!  

I knew exactly where Joes hardware store was, down in the sewers near the neighborhood.  

I was tired of flying, so I just teleported myself there. It was a weird experience, suddenly appearing somewhere else. It was like you were in one place one second, and another the next. Kind of unnerving.  

I didn't waste any time, I stormed right into the secret society, flew into the Black Market, I grabbed Joe by the neck, and I dragged him into a one by one bedrock hole. I gave him a little food and water, and then I closed the hole. 

Finally, I felt like Justice had been served. 

I went back home to my neighborhood, then I remembered it was all gone.  

I walked down the street, searching for anything that might be left. I was about to give up when I saw something that resembled a man on top of some haybales.  

I ran up to him. He had scars all over his face, his entire body was scorched, covered in burns. He was like a burnt marshmallow, with an outer burnt crust. His legs were like jelly, every bone in them was completely shattered. His arms were as dark as coal, and his chest was almost completely red, almost completely covered in blood.  

Wait a minute, is he breathing? Hes alive. Holy crap, we have a survivor.  My heart leaped in happiness, someone actually survived the fire.  

I ran up to him, and I told him that he was going to be alright. I healed what I could as fast as I could, and I told him that I had avenged him, and that everything was going to be okay. I ranted to him about how angry I was, how appalled I was that a kid would do this, and that a man would pay him to do it, or at least, give him the materials. I ranted on and on, until I realized he had passed out.  

I told myself that I would avenge this, I would make all this right. But I didn't know how. 

Drop 7

Shame The Merchant

I had a fairly popular business in the underground market. I made a living selling Weapons such as Swords, Bows, arrows, Enchantments, and of course, Explosives. 

I sold Explosives of all kinds. Not just TNT, but also fireworks of all sorts, decorative fireworks, deadly fireworks, and of course, the Gunpowder used to make those things.

Okay, Sure. Maybe my business was a LITTLE  unethical, selling these weapons of mass destruction, but it isn't really my fault if someone uses the weapons for something horrible. Blame the user, not the craftsman, ynow? 

 I honestly would have sold my items in the main town, but I chose not to because of the dangers of people breaking in, and just generally the repercussions of the entire world knowing where to get Dangerous Items Like Explosives, Fire Charges, Things like that. 

After all, there are normal use cases for these items. Netherite mining, Land clearing, Demolition, things like that. It's not like I'm selling things that are specifically designed for mass destruction, right? 

Although, It wouldn't be too bad if this world got a little destroyed, it's always just so boring, nothing interesting ever happens. It's like we are just waiting for the end, when god inevitably gets hungry, and eats our souls. 

I mean, I guess it will be interesting to see the dawn of all times, our final judgment day where God puts us all on a silver platter and picks us off, one by one, devouring us like little pieces of chicken. 

Ah, I don't think I mentioned that I'm a philosopher. I believe that The god who created this world isn’t very honorable. I believe that he is going to start to do something bad at some point, I've always kind of believed in corruption and all that. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow. But I believe the end will come. Mark my words, He will turn into a monster. 

And when he does, you won't even know it.  He will manipulate you, you won't know anything is wrong. Maybe you will notice something, maybe you won't. He will twist your mind to believe that everything is okay. You will believe, "Nothing is wrong, right?" Your minds will be blinded by "God is good", unable to open your eyes and see what a truly awful place the world will become. 

Sorry, I got on a bit of a rant. 

So, this morning when I was opening, a boy came into my shop.

He had dark, reddish brown hair, his skin was tanned like he had never seen the indoors, and his clothes were fancy, like a suit for a dinner. 

He strolled up to the counter, as elegant, as sophisticated a businessman who owns half the world. asked for some Tnt, and some fire charges . He looked maybe 12 or 13, like if he was young and naive enough to hug a creeper.

He looked me in the eyes, slapped his emeralds on the table, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, 

"One Stack of TNT and Fire Charges, Please."

At first I was a little bit weary of giving a kid Explosives.He could get himself hurt or even killed. But I realized that this kid was clearly more mature than the average annoying, assertive little–. This clearly wasn't his first time using this kind of equipment, so he clearly knew what he was doing. I counted up the money he had offered, and I realized that it was actually a really good offer for what he bought. He paid handsomely for them, clearly knowing the value of these items, and so I didn't ask what he needed them for. Rule number one: never insult your customers. 

It was a strange interaction, because he never said or hinted what he needed the explosives for. I didn't ask, because I didn't want to risk losing business. Business had been slow the last few weeks, and I really couldn't afford to lose another valued customer. 

He wasn't really the worst customer I've seen,either. I have had people come in and try to rob me, had people try to pay with lapis,  even had a whole family come in to buy stuff, and they even brought their kids. It was quite peculiar.

Later that day, I was closing up shop and taking inventory. I was wondering if I had misplaced a few tnt and was looking through my chests to find it. I wondered if I had given-

Whooosh

Crash

Shards of Glass were thrown across the floor of my shop. I Saw a huge flash of light in front of me, and then Someone abruptly stopped in front of me. 

"You could use the door, ynow." I said. 

I looked at him. He had a bluish glow around his body, and he had an aroma of power. I knew exactly who he was. I guess it had finally happened. Today was the day of Judgement.  

"You Sold Explosives to a kid." He said, angrily. 

He looked me right in the eyes, squinted at me, then he picked me up from my chest like I was a small child. 

"Hey, Put me down!" I yelled. 

I was right, god was corrupt, he was dragging me through the air like a freaking ragdoll. It felt like an intense minecart ride, flying through the air  at what must've been 100 times faster than my fastest speed potion.

Birch forests, ravines, oceans, mountains, flashed across my eyes, so rapid I could barely see what I was looking at. 

I was beginning to get sick.

 I felt a huge whiplash as he abruptly stopped.I inadvertently vomited my lunch out of my stomach. I fell to the ground, failing to control my balance. 

I had just began to recover, registering I was in the middle of a hot desert, when he came back. 

"What do you want now? Please leave me alone" I pleaded. 

He dragged me down a hole, slinging me into the walls, and then finally let go. 

"What did I do?" I screamed. No response. He closed off the hole and then I heard him fly away. 

Whoosh

"No no no no no!" I screamed.

I kicked the wall and then instantly regretted it. I yelped in pain.

I was alone in a tiny, dark hole. I tried to punch my way out, but I realized my efforts were futile when I lit a spark off my flint and steel, and I saw that it was bedrock. My flint disintegrated into a pile of ash. 

$&$&.

At least I have a little bit of food in here. But now I sit, just thinking about my life choices and how I ended up here.  Maybe I could've not sold to the kid. Maybe I shouldn'tve ran an Explosives shop. But if I didn't, who would? How would we get our worlds netherite supply?

It's driving me insane, sitting in a dark, narrow room. I wish he had just killed me instead of putting me through this. But if he did, we all know it would've been much worse. 

I can't wait to run out of food. To Finally see the light, to walk up to death and jump into his welcoming arms. What do I have to live for? This is a fate much worse than death.

Tears drip down my eyes often, I just want to see my son again, one last time. My daughter, my wife. They probably miss me so much. But what if they don't? What if they didn't even notice I'm gone? 

What if he killed them as well.

I will never know, not until death finally comes and visits. I feel like I've been waiting for, weeks? Months? Years? For sweet death to devour me.

 Just kill me already.

Oh my God. My kids. Who says he has the heart to not kill a kid?

It started to become hard to breath. I felt a heavy feeling on my chest,like there was a knot in my stomach. 

Huff. Huff. 

I couldn't take it anymore.It was all just too painful. I shut down and dropped to the floor.

Drop 8

Injustice - Night

When I got home after a long day of helping people, particularly those who got stuck in the nether for multiple days and looked like they were worn out skeletons by the time they got out, I felt my soul leave my body. I was mortified to see the wreck of the Neighborhood, or what *was* the neighborhood. 

The air smelled like the sickening smell of feathers being burned off a plucked chicken, along with the "normal" smell of a campfire, amplified a thousand times. The grass had turned black, completely covered in mounds upon mounds of ash. Glass shards littered the road. 

Ray was just standing there, holding someone in his arms. Tears rolled down his face. I couldn't see who it was, but it was clear whoever it was wasn't with us anymore. 

"I couldn't save them," He cried.

"You don't have to do… Anything." I told him. "You have done so much, for so many people.. " "

"This isn't your fault." 

"WHERE WERE YOU?" He yelled.  "WHEN ALL THESE PEOPLE WERE DYING, WHERE WERE YOU?" 

"I…" 

"You, I, we could've saved them."

"Ray, I was literally all the way across the world. Chill out. "

"And? Chill out!? Look around you! Try telling THEM to chill out."

I paused for a moment. Maybe I could've known, maybe there was a power I could've used. 

I finally realized something. 

"They might… Still be in there. We have… We have…  to help them."

He just stood there, staring at the ground. I knew he was going through it, so I just left him there.

I trodded over to one of the houses.

"Hello? Anyone under here?" 

I searched through the rubble, looking for any bodies. 

Finally, I found a man  quite young. His hands were clammy, like raw, uncooked pork, but with skin on it. I flinched and dropped them from disgust. 

thump

Snap

I realized it was really disrespectful to drop a dead body like that. But what could I do with him? I stared at the body and backed away, terrified. 

They Smelled like rotting, fruity meat.

I tiptoed back toward the bodies. The floor made a damp, squelch noise, like water being pressed from a damp sponge. Ruthless crimson goo squirted into my legs.

I sickeningly picked up the body with all my strength, and I heard a loud  crunch . It felt as if I had just broken a stick of celery. I tried not to think about what I had just done. I suppose he didn't need it anymore anyway. 

I dragged him by his feet into the road. Blood painted the road in a dark, oily path.

I had to step through it to get to the other houses. It was like walking through the shore of the sea, but so eerily still, and sticky like some juice on the floor. My shoes made a sticky, disgusting sound with each step, like ripping  sticky, gooey paper. 

Glancing around at the apocalypse, I realized it probably wasn't safe for citizens to be on the scene. Survivors probably wanted to sort through the remains of their former residence, but it was too much of a risk. 

I built a fence on the perimeter of the area. Acknowledging they would be bewildered by the fence, I placed signs that said Do Not Enter: Area Unsafe for residents, Please Come back later.

That should do it. Although, I wasn't sure what I would do in the situation in the meantime if it were me. If my house got destroyed in a vicious blaze, and I couldn't even go through my belongings. 

I walked up to a house that looked more like a mound of black dirt than a former home. 

After getting my trusty shovel out and digging through the rubble, I saw a family of three, frozen forever right next to the doorway. Tears dropped down my eyes. This child, this small little boy would never live to be anything. His life ended so prematurely, thanks to this god-awful disaster. They were on the ground, dismantled like if you were cutting a steak on a cutting board.  I gagged out of how repulsive it was. It was gut wrenching, how they all were just mangled on the ground, forever staring, forever in a petrified state.

I picked up the boy. His skin was a burnt, overly crispy cookie. I dropped him by how blisteringly hot his skin was. It was like molten lava, like hot magma.

I picked up a piece of the wall, and shoved it under him. 

Crunch

I wasn't too concerned about keeping the bodies pristine. But it was still unsettling to break each bone, each crack made me want to throw up.

And then, I did. My lunch churned out of my mouth like a rocket. I was so anxious, so appalled, I felt like I had a fever. It was so sickening. 

I picked up the mangled, spider-like human corpse. His head dangled from the piece of roof like a hood on a sweatshirt. I tried not to think about it as I just chucked it behind me into the road. I about passed out when I heard the splat and crunch  that followed. 

I continued on, finding body after body. It seemed like each and every house had someone in it. I had to tell myself they were alive, that they were just sleeping. Each and every crunch, every drop of blood that gushed out, tears dropped down my face. 

Finally, after hours and hours, finally, NOW Ray decided to help. He used his weird magic wizardry to fly the corpses into a giant hole we made for them. 

They looked like burnt, charred vexes falling from the sky. I told myself they were just vexes as he moved each one, one by one. Just vexes, nothing else. 

We didn't have any names for anyone, so we just labeled the grave "Here lies the people of the Neighborhood."

It felt wrong, not giving each one of them a grave. I wanted to give them justice, to find their families, and to bring closure to them. 

Finally, once we had them all buried, I couldn't handle it anymore. I dropped to the ground, and I just bawled.  I weeped,  I sobbed, I mourned. 

One Week After the Incident

Each day, it got easier and easier to get out of bed. But it was still hard. I had to come to terms with it all, that most of my friends were gone. 

Once I tried to ask if they were in a better place or not, but he wouldn't say. He hadn't been the same after the incident. 

I just sat, staring at the sunrise. It was so beautiful, so serene. The orange glow of the sun, illuminating through the trees, paired with the rising deep blue skies. 

 It felt so liberating, to be able to get away from it all, even if only for a few minutes. 

Once the sun was above the trees, I decided to go for a walk. 

I closed my eyes as I walked through the Former neighborhood. I couldn't bear to look at the destruction. My shack, my temporary home, was all the way at the end of the road. So,  I had to step through *it*. 

I waddled along, using nothing but my pure instincts, feeling around with my feet. Anything was better than having to relive it.

Suddenly, I felt my right foot suddenly stop against something, sending me flying through the air, tumbling through the air and slamming to the ground.

I realized I had  tripped and face planted on a piece of debris in the road. 

*I thought we cleaned all of that up?* I thought. 

I opened my eyes and looked down so I didn't have to look around, dusted myself off, lined myself up with the road, and continued walking. 

After walking blindly for about ten minutes, trusting my instincts and nothing else. I opened my eyes. Good thing I did, because there was a tree a few feet in front of me. 

Bam

I couldn't stop myself in time. I chuckled at how stupid I was for walking with my eyes closed. I could've fallen into a ravine, a pit of lava, or walked into a fire. I was lucky to be alive after my ignorance. 

I decided to walk through the fields. It was so nice to run through an empty, uninhabited place. Or so I thought, before I nearly fell into a hole. Again. 

I looked down in the hole. It was strange, the sides were clean and the caves were cut in half, like it was deleted by a laser, it looked like it was made by an admin. I decided to fly down to it. 

After only a few seconds of falling, I got down to bedrock and I was confused. This shouldn't be bedrock level, that shouldn't be for at least a few hundred feet?

I broke the bedrock and there they were. There was a strange, Burly man in the hole. 

"hello?" he said in a low whisper. 

He sounded nervous, like he had just seen a ghost.

"Are you death, here to take me?" He asked. 

"No."

 I was genuinely confused. What the heck happened to this guy? 

"Why are you in the hole?" I asked.

"The end is NEAR! God dropped me in this hole out of his fear! He is going to kill us all!" 

"Hold on, Hold on, Ray put you here? Why?" 

He ranted on and on about God being corrupt, how he brought him to this horrible place just for selling a few items to a kid that were used in a terrible event.

"These Tyrants, these fools, they get power, then they use it for good. Slowly, their goals corrupt as they use it for their own gain more than you know."

"Ohhhhkayy…It isn't right that you are in this hole." I told him. "You sold the items but you didn't do the crime, so you shouldn't  do the time."

"I'll be okay. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. He will come after you."

"I'm at least going to make it a little better for you." 

I made his cell  9 times larger. I gave him a rec room, a toilet, a chest of food, basic human needs that someone should have. 

"thank… you…"  He exclaimed. "But why? He might kill you for this…"

"I know." I told him. 

I had a bad feeling about being there anymore. I felt a hot, heavy, unexplainable feeling on my mind. Maybe he was right. I don't know. I closed off the hole and rushed away, trying not to think about the regret. 

Drop 9

Betrayal

A few weeks after the incident

 I sat watching the sunset, thinking about everything that had happened.All those innocent people, all those lives that ended. The Beautiful, Wonderful Paradise bustling with the brightest, sweetest, most colorful people, transformed into a barren, dead, warzone devoid of life. All this in just a few hours. How can something go from being so beautiful, to so horrific, at the snap of one's fingers.  

The former utopia was empty now,  just a path leading to nothing. It took a week or two to clean up, to clear out the devastation, the piles of rubble and wood.We buried the rubble under the Neighborhood, in a giant pit Night dug in the middle of the area.

Night built a Stone Monument above the pit, commemorating those who died in the fire. They hosted a funeral service with the survivors at the moment last week, and Night gave a  most wonderful, beautiful Eulogy. 

I can't help but wonder though, if  anything happened differently, maybe they could've lived. If I had just put out the fires,if the merchant didn't sell the explosives. 

The Merchant

Was I too harsh to put him in that tiny prison? Maybe he didn't deserve to be in such an inhumane hole. I was overwhelmed with guilt. I needed to go visit the merchant, to talk to him, maybe even set him free. 

l traversed over to the field I had put Joe into. I jumped down the pit, MLGed, and broke open the cell.

The cell was much bigger than I remembered. Maybe 15 times larger. There was a toilet, a sink, a chest of food, even a parkour room where Joe was playing in. 

"Hey!" I yelled.

Startled, Joe Fell to the floor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"What does it look like?" He Sassed.

"How the Hell did you get all this?" I asked.

"Someone came in and gave me all this, they felt bad for me because YOU threw me in a prison for a crime I didn't even commit." He yelled. 

I had so many questions. 

"You gave Explosives to a sadistic kid" 

"A, business is business, B, crafting exists, C, I didn't know he was going to do all that. It's not my fault sir."

"Who gave you the authority to treat me like this?" 

"Well, I was a good boy and I got some new toys from one of your little Henchmen."

I ran up to him and shook him violently. 

"WHO GAVE YOU THIS?" 

"Why should I tell you, of all people?" 

"Because I'll kill you."

"You really think I have a will to live anymore? After you threw me in a box to die? Do it. Kill me. Put me out of my MISERY."

I sighed. "There are things worse than death" 

"... I'll send you to the depths of hell, the worst torture known to man. Or, you can tell me now, and you'll go to heaven. Your choice.You have ten seconds."

"OKAY OKAY relax, I'll tell you." 

"Go on…"

"Your 'friend', Night, discovered the hole you made and somehow expected nobody to find me suffering, and didn't think it was right that you did what you did, and expanded my cell behind your back. Good?" 

"That little $&$&."

I  was enraged .Betrayed. Is everyone against me? Does the entire world hate me? 

I paused for a moment. I stood there, in shock, unsure of what to do. 

I jumped out of the prison, closed it up with bedrock, and I flew as fast as I could to Nights Cottage. 

I made myself invisible, then spoke  to Night in a booming voice louder than a bolt of lightning, 

"We Need to Talk."

Night drops what he is doing,startled by the voice.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"You... Betrayed me."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Merchant."

"What?"

"I know you helped the merchant."

Night muttered under his breath. "$#$#."

"I heard that."

Night sighs. "Look Ray, you imprisoned an innocent man because you were upset about the fire. No matter if he sold the items used for the crime, he didn't commit the crime. That merchant is innocent."

"You DARE defy me? After all we've been through? After all this, you go against me because of some merchant?"

"We've never been the same. You and me. 

You are all powerful, unstoppable, and I am just a citizen with some powers. You see the citizens as worthless little toys, just characters in your game. Well I don't. You see, I understand them. I know what it's like. I AM them. I am one of them. You are just a blinded king, only caring about the big picture and not focusing on the individual.”

"What makes you believe that I don't understand them? You treat me like a Tyrant, like I'm some dictator that doesn't care about his people. But I do.".

"You went after the person who did the crime of burning your house before you helped the people in the others. You brought the merchant to a tiny, inhumane prison worse than death just because he sold some items that happened to be used for evil. You don't care about the citizens, you care about the Glory."

I was heartbroken. Was I really like this? Am I really the evil god? Am I just here for the glory? 

No. He's wrong. 

"I went after them first because I wanted to protect them from anything else happening. And the merchant, he was always ranting about how I was going to eat people's souls, and he sold Explosives to a kid." 

"You went after them because your selfish,  Ray . You don't care about anyone except for yourself. "

"Night, you're just looking at small things and trying to use them to frame me as the villian.  Night, I don't want you here anymore. You have never been useful and all you ever do is go against me and you're never around to help me."

"Do it then. Banish me. I don't care. I hate this world anyway." 

A big bright light emitted from behind him. In an instant, he was gone. I sent him, not to hell, not to heaven, but all the way to the core. I sent him back to the core to be dismembered and reused. I didn't want to make him suffer, he was my best friend, after all. 

"Goodbye, Night." 

I was devastated. I had sent my best friend to the shadow realm, never to be seen again. I knew that I had done the right thing, that if I had left him alive he would have continued to go against me behind my back, causing chaos and possibly making this world even worse. 

I wondered whether any of my other admins had betrayed me as well, I didn't have much faith in them. 

I transported myself to one of my other admins, Victor.

I caught Victor in the act, Giving Diamond blocks out to citizens. 

"VICTOR". I yelled with my same booming voice. 

"Heyyyyyy, whats up *Insert God name here*" 

"You're giving out diamonds and ruining the economy? What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"I can explain."

I looked up at his house on the hill. It was made of diamonds with a netherite roof. The base was made of bedrock. The Window frames, laced with gold. 

"Ah, so you can explain your definitely legitimate house with a BEDROCK BASE?" 

"I-" 

"I don't wanna hear it."

He shuddered, frozen in shock, as I walked near him.

I pulled swords out of my pockets, and I slashed his head off. Blood Splattered across the grass and down the mountain. 

A few citizens looked at me, horrified. 

"What are you looking at?" 

They ran away as fast as they could. 

"You know what? Say goodbye everyone."

It was clear that I needed to start over. I snapped my fingers, and everything faded away in an instant. Like always, the core stayed, the only thing that didn't get  turned to dust. 

Funny, how the world started with dust, and turned back to dust. Ashes to Ashes. 

The moment the world faded away, I returned to my full godly form, and I once again, saw everything. How much of a douchebag I had been. I was mortified .

This time I was going to be better. I wouldn't let myself turn into a monster.

Just like last time, I created a world I thought would be beautiful. But this time, I let the core do Its own thing. I wasn't confident in my own abilities after the whole disaster that was my first Attempt.

Sending Night to the core changed something though. Something wasn’t right. The core created a bunch of… anomalies, human hybrids with other creatures. A human with wings, a human who could only live underwater, a human who was almost identical to a slime. It feels weird to even call them humans, yet they still are. They are the core’s creations. It decided to create these beings, these creatures, these hybrids. Was this because of Night? Did they do this? Or were these my creations? My… children?

Maybe the core understood that I had lost my trust in humans, it had seen the simplicity of the animals and creatures that roamed freely and peacefully and gave humans a second chance in these new forms, to be able to survive peacefully like the animals did.

When I was satisfied, I gave it a rest.