(8 pages; 1283 words. Est. 5 minutes reading time)

Yeah if you havent noticed my motivation to write facts kind went down the drain yesterday. so you can have my 30 page short story about Kerathan instead

so you go through the game with this looming sense of dread, getting little peaks of the light world that leave you wavering between confused and worried. everybody's acting like jrpg fantasy npcs but theres obviously something wrong.

(cw: mildly graphic depiction of an axiety attack. mentions of drugs)

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until its 2070. minecraft will be on version 4.89.48.9.2. it will be a nigh incomprehensible cacophony of a game that will physically hurt to play for more than five minutes

yet，somehow，it'll all be so eerily empty.

you'll open up the game and there will be no title screen.

you're in a plain of black grass. the sky's a dull blue. you can hear wind，painfully fake. it's a five second，poorly looping clip.

every so often you'll see some misshapen lumps fly across your screen. mobs，maybe? it's hard to remember.

you'll walk forward. there will be no trees. trees were removed in 3.23.9. right. you need dirt. they removed trees. so you dig.

you keep digging. you keep digging.

your hotbar shatters with a horrible noise. it echoes，the same way your footsteps didn't. like the wind doesn't.

fuck. you start walking again. the grass distorts and shimmers. did they patch out dirt too? who's making these updates? microsoft shut down for good in 2066. they haven't made video games in 30 years.

time passes. the sun, small and white， gets closer to you. as does the wind. they might be the same. you find a lake， full of something off-white. they removed water in 4.0.2.

who's they? can you really say 'they' when 'they' might not even be people? you lurch forward，even though you're not pressing any buttons. you don't have a keyboard. nobody you know still has a keyboard. what are you doing?

there's a bell，somewhere off in the distance，as you land. you feel sick. text, red and in a curvy font, reads at the top of your screen: 'REINTEGRATION 2!' what? you hear footsteps，echoing and multiplying until they're an undulating cacophony that fills your headphones (you're not wearing headphones)

a singular misshapen lump enters the lake，and flies at you. you die unceremoniously. the game closes.

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torn out of your body one drop of blood at a time. watching your vision go blurry while you half-consciously mutter and whine and shake. you are going to die, you realize while numbly pawing the ground for medical supplies. you are going to die. with the inevitablility of the setting sun and the weight of a mountain, it settles on you. you are going to die. alone, huddled in the corner of a spaceship made of low bids, further away from home than anything else has been before. further than you could ever imagine.