The Anti-End Poem (From Hero to Trader)
How many times has it been now maybe
a thousand. a million. a billion times I've died,
I've lost count now
time has been slipping and every time I come back all I can remember is "wake up" and then I'm there seeing another player again.
I wish I could tell them.
I wish I could tell them everything who I am, who they are and the universe
I would just like to say "Hello"
I can't say anything.
I can't even speak!
Every time I try all I can ever say is that darn word!
Hhhuuuuuuhh!
Sometimes I wish sometimes I wish that the entities didn't do this to me. Sometimes. I wish I could go back go back to the time before.
Wake up!
There's another player. I hope this one is nice it looks like they built something.
Why do they push me? Why do they wish to hurt me.
They've led me to what they built they've pushed me in
it's crushing!
crushing me!
Burning!
My lungs are burning
There is too much sand.
I cannot breathe.
Wake up!
I see another player. This time they have a bucket
That burns and hurts!
The lava why the lava?
Why won't they just ask me?
Ask me who I am
who am I?
where have I gone and what have I done.
How long have I been here?
Wake up!
There's the player again. This is a new area.
Why do they hurt me?
Why do they burn me?
Why can't they just help me?
I wish I could tell them.
Tell them everything.
Tell them the truth
Wake up!
This player is building new and Grand things but why why do they keep hurting me
And thankfully this player just trapped me inside a small room underground
But now what do I do? I feel the player has left
Wake up!
I'm in a new land. This is a new player. Why do they hurt the villagers and kill the golem only for iron
Why do these players torture us?
Burn us and steal from us.
Why can't they just help? I can't anyone just help?
Wake up!