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Its a curious little thing. A little rabbit pokes its way through the underbrush. Looking for food, Planet assumes, as he makes his way through the forest. He pokes his head out of the forest, antennae wiggling nervously.

Being careful isnt his best talent, seeing as he's on 3 hearts. But he definitely can make it back up safely. Redd's base isnt far and he can definitely make it back before sunset.

He searches the base nervously, poking through chests. He finds stacks upon stacks of emeralds when he hears a voice behind him. Whipping around he faces Red, with terror. He doesnt look upset, but he definitely sounds it.

He lets him go with a warning, one that Planet will follow to the syllable. Villagers a simple to trade with. And he walks a long way to the trade site. Eventually he will be where he started.

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Ro felt a surge of power and they shoved and killed Planet and Leo. Both were safe in the end now. He was convinced that it was far safer in the end than here in the overworld. Here these players were destructive, spawn was dangerous. Something that was rare in most servers. They had destroyed spawn time and time again. Therefore if they were all the the end, then the server would be preserved.

Atleast thats what he told Mapicc and Spoke. Thats what he reasoned, and Mapicc had seemed to accept it at first. Sp it was horrifying when he stood infront of him with no armour, but tnt in hand and redstone in front, Ro felt his reasoning waver.

Of course Mapicc chose now to defect. Of all times, just when the master plan is about to go into effect and truly preserve this destructive world, Mapicc decides he should betray his long standing partner.

This isnt how its supposed to be. They were supposed to kill everyone and go to the end themselves after as well. The server was going to be saved.

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Honestly if Mapicc was completely honest. This may be the stupidest idea yet. Splitting off from the team and then getting chased by what seemed like endless amounts of mutants, may not have been the greatest idea. Especially since this city would no longer exist in a few days. Wiped clean off the map. He can't actually recall what the reasoning was other than how infested this place is.

Slowly he drags himself, one leg torn and injured to a shelter that was designated for them to be safe when the missile drops. The sun sets behind the slow shape of two figures, he recognizes as his squadmates. Though they seem to be missing two people.

As he stands to go greet and help them back to the concrete shelter, he hears it. A ringing on the radio, in the earpiece they all wear. The signal of the drop. He stares at Bacon and Parrot and as they meet his horrified stare, he hears the ringing stop and then beep thrice. Parrot rushes forward to slam the door closed in Mapicc's face as the nuke hits the ground and tears the buildings from its foundations.

He stands there, petrified as Parrot and Bacon scream. Unholy screeches as chemicals tear through their bodies and rips them apart. He sinks against the back wall and stares at the door as the screams die down. As the moon rises and everything turns to dust.

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The stars and the void mirror eachother. The void is far below the existence of materials and the stars are farther above than anything else. The void is as endless as is space.

Planet fell from the stars once. A greedy star that eventhally collapsed on itself. When he first fell, he had been insatiable. Killing all and everything, wherever he went. It took decades for him to mellow out.

Spoke was part of the void once. Completely. The void is not just darkness. Its a gas with liquid like properties. The deeper you go, the pressure becones intense. Some centuries ago, Spoke was spat out of the void. Onto the end island, of an occupied active server.

Spoke met Planet by pure coincidence. He met Planet, when he was mid-masscre. And they felt a light pull towards eachother.

Light and dark. Yin and yang. Equals that draw eachother closer.

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Vitalasy grins, a mouth far too wide with too many teeth. He grins as he enters the chamber with the subject, tail swishing behind him. He steps into the room with an air of seriousness. The pressure in the room borderline suffocates his subject.

Stepping closer, his patient is a man of average height, with green eyes and brown hair. The man, not really a man, barely even 18, stares at him. Fearfully to an extent, more or a less a stillness and acceptance of the experiment.

"I'm going to inject this into you, as per the experiment. It wont hurt, only a minor sting."

Its not a lie. The needle wont hurt, the chemicals however, will. The subject says nothing, coninuing to watch him pull out a syringe, and taking the chemicals from the bottle. He brings the syringe up to the light, its pretty and dark purple with hints of lighter colors within. As he drags the man's arm closer, laying it on the arm of the bed carefully, before strapping the patient down.

As he injects the concotion into him, he notices the guys arm twitching. The moment the syringe is up, he stands and rushes out of the room. Locking all doors behind him.

In the observation room, he watches below as the man thrashes breaking the restraints as his body begins to simultaneously decay and regenerate. As purple spreads across his skin and black infects his veins. Horns force themself through their skull and his right eye starts to wither.

Stepping forward to the microphone, he greets his newfound coworker formally.

"Greetings. Welcome to [REDACTED], Subz."

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Leo stepped into the basement, rifle aimed for any dangers. And he carefully steps into the dim hallway, he spots a faint light coming out of one of the rooms on the afr end of the hall. He stalks quiet as a cat, a predator that hunted in the darkness alone.

Silently he checks the hallway before blocking the entrance from inside. As he peeks around the corner he catches sight of several scientists, huddled around a large cylinder. His right eye scans the room, locating his target as the scientist most towards the front.

Since he has no choice, but to kill them all, to get to the bounty he makes his move. Stepping into the room, he notices that all the scientists seem to be fully engrossed in watching the creature in the cylinder.

Quietly he slinks to the back left of the room. From there he can see how these scientist are no longer living. Already half deconposed in the front, save for their eyes that stare unblinkingly up at the subject. It makes for a grizzly sight, one that has Leo frozen in fear.

The scientists dont move as Leo approaches. Thry kneel and worship the bottom of a test tube. A book sits on the stand. After flipping through it, he looks up and makes eye contact with it. Several other entities gather around him in the dark, and for the first time he hears noise.

They whisper, overlapping eachother like an ocean. It sucks in his attention, and he too succumbs to the want, to understand the creature infront of him.

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Warm sunlight filters in through the curtains. The soft light illuminates the room, with a golfen glow. Jumper blearily blinks open her eyes. From in her room, she can hear commotion upstairs, a clanging and a shouting. Sitting up she stretches, yawning before stepping out into the hallway.

Its fairly lit but the chaos is upstairs and so she wanders into the mess that is the kitchen. The kitchen is messy and Subz is shouting at Vi to stop trying to sneak a bite of the pancakes he was making. Yawning once again, she smiled softly at the chaos. Her stomach was growling at the smell of pancakes but she decided to ignore it, in favor of watching them fuck around.

Soon enough, while wrestling a pretty desperate fox away, they have a impressive stack of pancakes on the table. Sitting down, Red starts debating the concept of something with Woogie and Jumper enjoys the banter, inserting her own snippets and remarks here and there. Its a wonderful morning on Lifesteal.

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Woogie, is incredibly tired. Like all the bones in his sore and bruised body is filled with lead. Or that could be a side effect of being sick. But despite that, he lays in bed staring at the ceiling. Spreadout like a starfish on the two beds he had pushed together.

He can hear his team groan in frustration through the wall as they respawn. He should really go check on them since he was the first one to die in battle. He doesnt feel like he can even get up. To be honest, he really shouldnt have lied and gone to fight while sick but here he is. Sick and tired and injured.

He continues staring at the ceiling even when hr hears the door creak open as Redd comes in, to check on him. Gently, Redd tries to lean him up into a sitting position. But his body is dragging and its like lifting a dead body.

The fever spikes and woogie feels like hes drowning. Every breath comes out in shallow wheezes. His eyes are starting to glaze over and sweat beads on his skin. He can hardly think through it, vaguely he knows that Jumper is worrying about him, sitting next to him.

And then at midnight, the fever breaks.

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Zam slid down, back against the door and hugging his knees to his chest. He heard Mapicc slowly back away from the door. For just these few minutes it felt like respite. Even amongst all the fear, just those few seconds hearing Mapicc fumble around in his inventory, those minutes where he wasn’t shouting for him to open the door. In this brief moment it feels normal, like no one but him is there.

And then he hears the sounds of footsteps above him and he drags himself to his feet, unprepared but forcing himself to stand regardless.

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Living, breathing, dying, surviving. It serves him no purpose as he lays in a pool of his own blood. Sword still sticking out of his gut and it hurts but its numbed all the same.

He drags himself to his feet, sword still hanging out of him and cutting ever deeper. But what does it matter as he drags himself to the edge of the ship. Pangi's body hangs over the railing awkwardly and when he reaches out to touch it his hands pass through.

Looking down at himself and properly looking at the ship, he realizes the ship is now drenched in shadow, and he, himself is a ghostly grayish black mist. Uselessly he walks back to the steer of the ship, silently accepting his fate.

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Ken is very sneaky, a fact that cats all have. Being light on their paws for instance or being able to manipulate their bones to squeeze through spaces not designed with cats in mind.

But here in the open air, looking down into a escape room, she can feel a pressing sensation. One that she can't just squeeze herself out of. Their tail flicks nervously to and fro while she watches Wifies struggle with the damage boost jump.

Her ears turn toward the sudden press and click of a button, and a second Wifies triggers a command block. And suddenly the stakes seem infinitely higher.

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Mapicc grimaced as he stepped around the piles of wreckage. Each pile a statement of disgust and rot. The apartment is drenched in a smell of rot all around and blackened stains drip around the edges of the walls and windowsills.

He frowns as he approaches a yellow stained door, it's moldy and creaks angrily ad he slides it open. He door resists him but only for a few moments before it swings open. Immediately he's hit with a noisome odour and a gruesome sight to match.

Zam lays on his bed or rather hes melting into it. The room is humid with condensation and flies swarm the bed. The constant buzzing irritates him but the foul smell distracts him from it. Turning his attention back to zam he studies it for a few minutes.

Zam's body is bloated though already slightly popped in some areas, mottled black to blue to purple. Plenty of his flesh down to the bone is exposed and Mapicc can see how melted the fat of his body is fusing with the mattress even from the doorway. Its a grotesque sight as he approaches, the unmistakable stench from a rotting body filling his nostrils and blending in with the fabrics of his clothes. It bonds with him coating him with its smell so that itll never wash off even when he spends hours trying to scrub it off later.

Sighing, a mistake as his lungs fill with rotten air, he turns. No ones here afterall.