"Yeah, admit it. You know nothing about me. You don't even know about Ro--" he's cut off as the wind charge hits him, leaving him falling into the trap. The blood from his bloody nose trails behind him through the air as he falls. The obsidian floor of the trap collides with his head with an all-too-familiar sickening thud.
I'm glad I didn't make this out of dripstone, is the last thing he thinks before he blacks out.
A minute or so later, he wakes up, confused. A dull pain manifests all over his body, and he seems to be bleeding from somewhere, he can't tell. That can't be a good sign. He's not entirely sure where he is, other than in a trap of some sort. He looks up to see a player atop a pillar in the trap, who he doesn't recognize, and the distant figure the player who must have trapped him.
He checks his inventory, realizing he's also out of firework rockets. He has one enderpearl, a few wind charges, and a small amount of dirt blocks. He thinks for a second to throw the enderpearl or wind charge up, but he doesn't have enough wind charges and the enderpearl would only make it about halfway up. Besides, he can barely even stand. God, he's so dizzy.
He wonders to himself who the player on the pillar is. His name is on the tip of his tongue. He gives it a minute and then a vague memory comes to him.
"Wifies?" he shouts up to her, slurring his speech, before pausing for a second. "Wait no, Clonefies. What's going on?"
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