Chapter Four: Some gear will do for now. When I finished building my base, it had a ying yang symbol on the inside, but I needed an escape way if anyone–who am I kidding? Someone will find it– to find it. Probably not gonna be safe here for long. Nostalgia. It’s a weird thing to me. Yet so familiar. You can say it’s like a parent, even if I haven't met my parents. Who are my parents? I don’t know. I have memory loss. But in servers, normally you get raised by someone other than your parents. You normally get raised by your friend, ahem. Older friend. Why am I even talking about this? I don’t have parents, that’s already been inferred. But god, who raised me as awful as this? Who raised me to have overwhelming guilt even if I don't remember anything…? Goddamnit. I guess I just have to have an existential crisis. Wait… that’s different from what I meant. I guess iron armor will have to be the new standard for now. Just until I get netherite. Although that is far off in my opinion. I feel…. Sad, solemn, distressed. That seems like another new standard for me. But I don't know why. Tears roll down my face as I face my newly built house, freezing as they do so; I wipe them away, I need to be strong. Strong for myself, strong for my past. Strong for my future. But I'm not sure how to exactly be strong when I don't remember anything but the name that my parents-well not really a parent-had given me at birth. Oh well. I guess I'll stay here. Alone. I craft an iron pickaxe and head off to the mines. It’s much better than the stone one I had before. —----- Songs: No longer you - Epic: the musical + Cole’s response - Yaekolre
