a writing for a smp i used to be in.
The ending was bittersweet.
The first one left, paving the path to freedom of a toxic and unsafe environment for others, a place where noone felt like they could speak their minds, a place that felt like a dictatorship.
A place with a lot of issues, issues the owner never adressed, never owned up to, the issues being pushed to the side.
The Second one and third, two of the same, decided they'd go together, they were treated the rudest by the owner in question, finding it more comforting to leave together rather than in order, they counted down and said their goodbyes, leaving the server forever at the same time.
The server that once felt like home, the server that ended up feeling like a chore to the both of them.
The fourth and fifth ones decided they'd go out with a bang, the fifth causing chaos and massacring those around him, the awful sent of blood filling the servers air like a virus, the hounds he sent after people mercilessly taking peoples lives, The fifth then decided to help the fourth say his goodbyes, and help him burn his items and stuff, his builds and his plants.
The fifth then worked on his own valuables, burning the very bell that meant so much to him, the bell that had been there since day one.
The fourth left first, then the fifth, after saluting to the others.
The sixth and seventh also left together, holding hands and walking into the lake with carefreeness for the last time, taking in a final breath and then submerging themselves, both of them passing and leaving at the same time.
The eighth member stayed, not wanting to loose his hard work along with their pets, moving to a secluded area in the snowy lakes far, far away from spawn.
The ninth didn't get to say goodbye, instead locked out of the server, but still moved on with the rest.
if you recognize me, these are my emotions. i use writing as a outlet, do not attack me. we can discuss further in dms, no mentions of names were here. this was a dsmp server that failed poorly.
