Minecraft is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher. Its final lesson is carved deep in my psyche: That this world, and all its plants, are diseased. Free items are a myth. Netherite is a joke
We are all bound by something greater... STONE BRICKS. The DNA of the sovl!
Expose someone to /infinity/ long enough, and they will learn to be schizo
You can't fight nature, Kronii. Wind blows, rain falls, and the strong prey upon the weak. Mumei tells me you see your weapon as a "tool": something that saves lives, a means of coping. Now, there's a pretty meme! Exquisite! It spared you the burden of all the lives you've taken, absolved you of guilt when you enjoyed it."