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Spanish speaking child: ¡esta bebe!

Excited screaming from both.

Spanish: -produces a toy of some kind-

Excited screaming both.

Spanish: do... do you...quieres... ahhh...

English: do you want to come pl-

Spanish: ¿juega conmigo? -toy makes a sound-

the nights are silent. too silent. the footsteps you hear behind you are not mobs trying to kil you. the cave noises are not any active threats. they shouldn't be. there are no threats here.

the caves are empty. they're nothing but endless tunnels and ravines. they are not dangerous anymore. there is nothing there; the most you will find is a bat.

and the deep darks. the shriekers shriek for nothing. they are warning you for a danger that is not there. the warden will not come. it did not hear them; it is not there.

the piglins do not care about their riches anymore. you can take as much as you see fit. they will not lay a single sword or arrow on you. for what reason are they so apathetic?

the fortresses that were once brimming with hostile life now sit dormant. they are nothing but empty bridges and hallways. there is not a single soul here to lay the smallest of scratch on you.

spawners do not spawn any mobs. there is nothing here. what happened for them to stop working? what made them work in the first place?

the end is barren. there is nothing here. the only living souls that remain are shulkers and the dragon. the endermen are long gone. the shulkers do not attack you. they dare not guard the cities they reside in any longer.

Even in creative, it's removing the nuisances for you. It won't even let you be mildly annoyed by a swarming night-time scene while you are working on your projects.

> bombardment of "rip detroit" posts

> wonders what the hell could have possibly made everyone sour to detroit

> scrolls

> finds my answer