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Making a floating island was hard and boring.
No, correction: watching LORE make a floating island was long and boring.
Yes yes, lore. Lore made the island. It was always lore.
Honestly, this was what everyone deserved. Joel was asked to participate in activities and stuff happening around the server, so he was doing things and claiming that lore did it. It wasn’t that bad of a solution. With the way that servers act on their own, lore could have ripped the land away and caused it to float above the earth.
Joel looked up at the floating fountain from the ground, sheltering his eyes with his hands to block out the rays of the sun. He didn’t like the sun. For some reason, he just didn’t like the sun. Must be lore.
He stretched a bit as he kept his eyes on the structure. Servers sure were weird like that. Hopefully they wouldn’t do anything weird this time around. It wouldn’t be the first time if they did. From what Joel’s heard, some of the other twelve were given new memories next to their own. Like Katherine knew she had to “rebuild” an empire, Shelby had to deal with witch things, False genuinely had no idea who she was and where she was, and Sausage felt like he was hiding from something and had to also “rebuild”.
For Joel, at the moment, he just didn’t like the sun. The sun did something to him (or was it vice versa?) and he was going to find out.
Sometimes Joel wondered what the server was supposed to gain by doing things. For entertainment? He laughed at the idea. Yeah. There were totally powerful beings out there watching people mess around on servers. But, it was his job to study and experience the server, so experience he must. Even if it meant physically and mental altered him and his friends. It was more freeing than the Hub World, so it wasn’t so bad.
Oh yeah. And the server made him super tall with a fountain that granted magical wishes.
…Technically.
The fountain did grant wishes: it gave him a beard. But did it make him tall? Not really. He was just imagining it and no one had the heart to tell him. So when the usual short joke slipped, he would freak out like usual.
Joel turned and went over to the small cave that he called his temporary home. He started putting stuff in his chests, clearing out his inventory as he hummed. Yep. He was tall and handsome. Lore told him so. Yep. Totally.
Pushing his thoughts aside, he looked back up at the fountain. Someone had felt a sign there. That wouldn’t be a problem if the fountain was on the ground like a normal fountain. But this wasn’t a normal fountain. This was a lore fountain. This was a magical lore fountain that wasn’t on the ground. So to get up to the fountain, one needed an elytra.
He furrowed his eyebrows. The only other person on the server that had an elytra was Sausage if he was correct. Joel looked into his chest. Well, it would only be fair if he left him a little gift in return. So, Joel grabbed some sticks, rocks, a large purple cloth, and a shulker head before flying off.
This was going to be fun.
Joel flew through the air, eyeing his rocket supply to make sure he wouldn’t run out. He didn’t want to walk to a place he didn’t know. Though, judging from his supply, he was going to have to walk home. He groaned at the realization and continued flying.
Hopefully he was going the right direction.
And he was, as the next thing he knew, Sausage’s area was coming into view. Joel sighed in relief and flew down, cringing a bit at the fact that he had one measly little rocket left. It was fine. It just meant that he (unfortunately) had to walk home. Again, it was fine.
Joel walked over to a spot and looked around. Yeah. This should be good. After coming to that conclusion, Joel pulled out some items and got to work. With the power of sheer will and determination, Joel made a sort of person-looking-thing with rocks and sticks and leaves. Well, the body at least.
He pulled out the purple cloth and wrapped it around the small figure, using it like a blanket-cape. Now, it needed the finishing touch. Joel pulled out the shulker head and placed it on top of the pile, tilting it slightly to the side.
Perfection.
Joel pulled out a sign and dug it into the dirt before talking out a marker and writing the word: “Father?” on it.
Yep. Perfection.
Joel snickered and put the marker up. Sausage was going to be so confused when he saw this. Without much of another thought, Joel shot his last rocket into the air and flew off.
Unknowest to him, lore actually did happen.
The server looked upon the small bundle of sticks and rocks and smiled.
“This should be fun,” it mumbled before slipping away. With the sway of the wind and the blow of a leaf, the world shifted.
In that spot, amidst the earth around, a small child opened their eyes and cried.