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It was a long day and I had returned to my home, the fortress. I had stored more flesh and my worry for tomorrow had grew. The cold and sickly flesh was my only source of food for today. I slept upon the steaming nether warts until I had woke to the sounds of the ghast wailing. I identify with the ghast to some extent, seeing that it has no way out and has no way to escape this hellish nightmare of a realm, I feel it's suffering and it's pain with having to live through that. I had stood up and walked through the desolate hallways of the fortress and had prepared to find myself a new home with new loot. The chests luckily had obsidian but it was not enough for me to escape. The deathly sound of angry pigman could be heard from the echoing hallways. I had hurried off with my loot and made my way through this hellish realm of perpetual doom.

I had scurried off and out of this decent fortress I called home and trekked into the wilds of Hell. The ceaseless cries of the ghast and the moans of the pigman were unsettling but I had still journeyed forth into the scorching seas of lava and the steaming netherrack floors. As I walked more and more I began to feel more and more hungry, I ignored it and kept roaming until I found a new fortress. I started to feel dizzy and had noticed that my health was slowly draining as I kept walking. I knew what I had to do. I walked slowly up to the pack of four pigman and I sliced through the moist and tattered flesh of the demonic beasts with my inefficient gold sword. They had immediately swung their blades at me but I somehow managed to dodge the first few attacks. I had swung my sword with full force and had knocked the pack back with a single powerful blow. I took out the first two with a slice to their torsos and they had split in two.

It seemed that I was successful until the two pigmen had swung their swords at my ribs. I stumbled and had sliced their throats open and voraciously ate their remains, happily. I continued with my journey finding many angry pigmen on the way, I had killed them all with my near broken gold sabre with minimal health and evaded the ones I could not fight. Eventually my journey had lead to nowhere, well, it seemed that way to me. I had felt queasy from the sickly meat I had ate and my sword was near broken, I felt that my life was at a dead end here, until I got lucky. A black stronghold with a hallway full of chests had appeared and I my fortunate merry self cried in pure bliss. My trek was worth something, I had opened a few chests and had gathered many useful items such as more obsidian, a gold sword, a gold helmet, and a flint and steel. 7 obsidian was quite large and I thought I could perhaps come back home. "My exile was unjust, but justice shall be brought" I thought. I had then killed enough pigmen to survive another trek without having to kill some on the way, had slept for a good 5 hours and stumbled on till I found another fortress. I felt as if my salted wound was finally healing, my freedom was imminent. My deathly cries like a banshee wailing forthcoming death were no longer.

I had slowly regenerated health as I trekked forth, the journey was a revelation of freedom. My beastly self had broke it's chains and had run free, no matter how long it'd take I was sure of it, I would return to the Overworld. My hopeful self had ran for quite a while until I grew tiresome, I had used most of my flesh and I figured that I'd wither away without it, so I walked through the fiery hellish wastelands of the Nether. My tired and energy drained flesh could not last long, I had to stop and sit. I watched the pigmen moan and run and the magma cubes hop around like rabbits in a plains. I slowly had buried myself in the warmth of the lake of fire and had slowly fell asleep. Until suddenly I saw what appeared to be another player going down the same path as I was...

To be continued.

My eyes went wide and I had retained my motivation to live again, I ran with all my might and it appeared that this kind player noticed me. It was so good to see another player again, I had been here for so long, I was so pleased to see him. "Hey! Hey!" I cried out as I ran. I smiled gleefully as I ran towards freedom, he raised up a few steaks and he threw them at me. I tore through it voraciously as I caught up to him. Once I was done greedily gulping down the food he had given me, we shook hands. He was a man in iron garments that shined like a nether quartz in a cave. I saw my sickly frame in his chestplate. "You look sick, friend." he said. Then he proceeded to walk, I went along to perhaps find what I longed for.

He had a tent not so far away from here, and we went there, I had told him all about the mission I had to get back home, and he told me of his hardships, he was a farmer until the raiders took over and cast him into the Nether. They had no knowledge of his inventory, he kept the tools, armor, and food he had left with him. We began to grow tiresome and slept on the warm rocks of the Nether. I had woken to a loud moan followed by a blast, I wondered where I was, then I realized and fell to the ground in despair. "Was I born merely to suffer?" I thought as I wept silently. It appeared that I was dreaming and that there was no man, nor was there cured food, nor was there a chance to escape my inevitable fate.

I had wiped the tear off of my cheek and had gotten up to elude the angry ghast. My motivation was lacking due to my false hope. I felt like a bleeding beast running hurt blindedly, I slowly withered away from exhaustion due to the dry heat of Hell. I had eventually gave up and my dying body fell to the ground. I crawled and crawled to find nothing, just large packs of pigman that I could not kill. I slowly rotted till I could barely move, my life was a dead end, deep down I had known this but I refused to accept it. My soul slowly flew away as I struggle to crawl forth. My luck has ended here. I notice something in the distance as I was laying to die.

A portal, an activated one, I struggle to call out any nearby players but I am too weak to even speak. I endure endless death as I gaze upon the beautiful structure. Three hearts and draining, "The mission is complete" I thought. I hear the call of the banshee as my eyes begin to close slowly. I felt somewhat satisfied with death and in a way it was my freedom. Slavery, exile, and cast into the Nether, I was destined for this...