I spent a very short time in 2b2t and I got to experience the wonder and horror that is this server. Mostly, I was wandering through the desolate wasteland of death and destruction that is spawn. Reliving multiple lives of running from withers long forgotten and following the footsteps of other doomed souls, I didn't think I would ever see a tree or food ever again.Alas, I found a lonly, neglected road, once built by a hero of this god forsaken wasteland. I began to see remnants of trees, signs of hope and thanks. First there was a tree, then a forest. I found myself starving yet thankful to have at least seen a sign that life still exists here. I left the road and started wandering through the forest, following slabs of cobble going nowhere but somewhere. Then I beheld the most beautiful sight I had seen yet. A destroyed farm. A few watermelon grew from the molested soil and a few stalks a wheat scattered around. Some ready to harvest and some just recently planted. I knew then that there were countless others, just like me. I took my fill, planted what I took plus few more and continued my journey.
That's when I met him, the man in blue armor. He was friendly at first as I knew he would be, offered a bed, a stack of golden apples. I knew it was too good to be true but I held on to a sliver of hope that I might be spared. The man watched me frantically search for a enderchest but to no avail. I knew my time was nigh. I was his doomed play thing. Like a cat playing with a mouse. After what felt like days of running, bringing myself back to the brink of starvation, having lost my way with the blue devil following one step behind, I couldn't take any more. I had become to weary. I dug my hole, placed my bed, and slept.I will never seen the sunlight again.I will never exit the 1x1 eternal hell that I have been imprisoned in.This is my story, and this is my end.
I owe my downfall to Woodchuck, Mr_MegaAwesome, 2b2t_veteran, and most of all, my own naivety.