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Also see if you can guess what the "Key" is.
Also see if you can guess what the "Key" is.
Story
You are starved, weak and hungry. You cannot go on like this anymore. You stumbled a little bit and crawl across the hard, gritty ground. Your head is spinning, and you feel nauseous. You see hallucinations of transparent dead players rising out of the soul sand, clawing their way towards your limp body. An echoing voice is whispering in your ear, repeating the same three words. "The Wither Worlds" they say. Their voices die away as you notice a few pieces of crumpled paper. Barely walking, you stumbled towards them. As you grab them, you collapse in pain and open them up to read them.
Entry 154, Day 346
I am all alone now. Alex left a few months ago in search of other players. As far as we know, we are the only humans alive in this vast lonely world. I had given up hope of finding someone else long ago. But Alex still believes. I remember the day I found her. She was cold and starved, shivering inside a cave, warmed only by a dying fire. Outside lurked strays and ravenous wolves, and a freezing blizzard. I fought them away and climbed inside the cave. She was dying, and I rescued her.
Entry 155, Day 351
I am packing my chests to search for other lands. I have left a note for Alex on a sign for when she arrives home. If she ever does. My Llamas are calling for me. I say my last goodbyes to my faithful dogs and my snowman. Alex has always said he has cold body, but a warm heart. He seems sad that I am leaving. I tell him I will come home soon. I take the last of my tools and chuck them into the chest on the back of one of my Llamas. It is time to leave.
Entry 156, Day 353
I have arrived at a desert, where I am staying at a hospitable village. Here the days are hot, and the nights are cold. But luckily I found the villagers before the husks got to me. I cannot understand their language of "Hrrs and "Hmmms", but they still offer me trades of emeralds and gold, for my rotten flesh and meat. Every day I think of Alex. I hope she has arrived home safely by now and read my message. I am going to leave the village soon, most likely tomorrow.
Entry 157, Day 361
I believe I have discovered a new biome. But it is not a place I would like to live at all. The place is barren, and the floor covered in coarse, gritty dirt. Here I can see scattered pieces of netherrack and soul sand. I do not understand how this is possible. I have come to a place in this new biome abundant with gravel and soul sand. Here I often hear voices of lost players. This place is cursed with the dead souls of players...
The writing cuts off, and you take out the last slip of paper.
Entry 158, Day 372
I have discovered something both terrible and amazing. While I was exploring the new biome I had found, I discovered remnants of dead trees and dried up ponds. I soon realised that this wasn't a new biome. It was a wreckage. No sooner, I came to a broken portal made of blocks I cannot recognise. I took out my flint and steel, and lit it. A portal opened up and I, very nervously climbed in. I cannot go back now. I have found myself to be in a new dimension. Some of the blocks here faintly resemble those from the nether. But this is not the nether. I call this place "The Wither Worlds". Everywhere I see markings of the wither and the nether star. Everything here is written in a strange, ancient language. Here they have fortresses of what looks like brown sandstone. I can only guess that this is petrified soul sand. On it are carvings of crowns and floating spirits. I have just entered one of these fortresses. The hallways are deserted. Their are remains of stone swords lying around, and broken pieces of crystal. I reach a room filled with stone statues of what looks like kings. But these kings wear cloaks, and instead of faces they have black haunting wither skulls. Their eyes glow white, and upon their heads sits a crown of black bones and tiny twinkling stars. The kings are surrounding a pedestal, which upon it sits a crown identical to what they are wearing. Words in my language are written below. I have recorded these words.
"I am the king of the dead"
"I wear a crown of broken souls and scattered stars"
"And upon my heart lies the key to the void"
"Use my key as a torch to find home"
"Or use it as a torch to leave home"
"If you can find my key you will find what you need most"
"And if you can use it, then you will discover the secrets of the Wither Worlds"
I believe I have found it already. We once fought the wither, Alex and I. I believe the star is resting on a tower of gold. I know I can find my way home from it.
You drop the last piece of paper, and everything goes black.
Entry 154, Day 346
I am all alone now. Alex left a few months ago in search of other players. As far as we know, we are the only humans alive in this vast lonely world. I had given up hope of finding someone else long ago. But Alex still believes. I remember the day I found her. She was cold and starved, shivering inside a cave, warmed only by a dying fire. Outside lurked strays and ravenous wolves, and a freezing blizzard. I fought them away and climbed inside the cave. She was dying, and I rescued her.
Entry 155, Day 351
I am packing my chests to search for other lands. I have left a note for Alex on a sign for when she arrives home. If she ever does. My Llamas are calling for me. I say my last goodbyes to my faithful dogs and my snowman. Alex has always said he has cold body, but a warm heart. He seems sad that I am leaving. I tell him I will come home soon. I take the last of my tools and chuck them into the chest on the back of one of my Llamas. It is time to leave.
Entry 156, Day 353
I have arrived at a desert, where I am staying at a hospitable village. Here the days are hot, and the nights are cold. But luckily I found the villagers before the husks got to me. I cannot understand their language of "Hrrs and "Hmmms", but they still offer me trades of emeralds and gold, for my rotten flesh and meat. Every day I think of Alex. I hope she has arrived home safely by now and read my message. I am going to leave the village soon, most likely tomorrow.
Entry 157, Day 361
I believe I have discovered a new biome. But it is not a place I would like to live at all. The place is barren, and the floor covered in coarse, gritty dirt. Here I can see scattered pieces of netherrack and soul sand. I do not understand how this is possible. I have come to a place in this new biome abundant with gravel and soul sand. Here I often hear voices of lost players. This place is cursed with the dead souls of players...
The writing cuts off, and you take out the last slip of paper.
Entry 158, Day 372
I have discovered something both terrible and amazing. While I was exploring the new biome I had found, I discovered remnants of dead trees and dried up ponds. I soon realised that this wasn't a new biome. It was a wreckage. No sooner, I came to a broken portal made of blocks I cannot recognise. I took out my flint and steel, and lit it. A portal opened up and I, very nervously climbed in. I cannot go back now. I have found myself to be in a new dimension. Some of the blocks here faintly resemble those from the nether. But this is not the nether. I call this place "The Wither Worlds". Everywhere I see markings of the wither and the nether star. Everything here is written in a strange, ancient language. Here they have fortresses of what looks like brown sandstone. I can only guess that this is petrified soul sand. On it are carvings of crowns and floating spirits. I have just entered one of these fortresses. The hallways are deserted. Their are remains of stone swords lying around, and broken pieces of crystal. I reach a room filled with stone statues of what looks like kings. But these kings wear cloaks, and instead of faces they have black haunting wither skulls. Their eyes glow white, and upon their heads sits a crown of black bones and tiny twinkling stars. The kings are surrounding a pedestal, which upon it sits a crown identical to what they are wearing. Words in my language are written below. I have recorded these words.
"I am the king of the dead"
"I wear a crown of broken souls and scattered stars"
"And upon my heart lies the key to the void"
"Use my key as a torch to find home"
"Or use it as a torch to leave home"
"If you can find my key you will find what you need most"
"And if you can use it, then you will discover the secrets of the Wither Worlds"
I believe I have found it already. We once fought the wither, Alex and I. I believe the star is resting on a tower of gold. I know I can find my way home from it.
You drop the last piece of paper, and everything goes black.
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Anyways, really nice story.