We Never Forget.

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The game has been going on for over three months.
There are only ten of us left now.

I remember what used to be. A full board of fifty-nine, knit together, a flawless surface.
Things have changed so much. But only once for the better.
I look around at all the great faces, remembering times we shared and feats they accomplished.

010, he built a massive pyramid that we all had fun and laughed in together.
152, he helped me through a tough time I was having recently.
228, he embodies that casual joy we all seek to have.
269, he's made himself a server legend especially with his famous "Nutmart" general item & block service.
277, she's been so kind to me while I was in distress over things that really didn't mean much, and she let me build in TinyTown.
318, he's always there and he's always good to us even the tension rises.
325, she's willing to take on any challenge, and she never withers away in the face of it.
357, he and I became great friends, including over our shared fascination with slime.
392, she embodies a gentle heart, one I wish I could emulate well.

But that's only nine. There are ten of us.

I am the tenth.

One day when I am but a blank diamond on the board I hope I will be remembered as I have remembered others.
But what would they say for me? I don't slay withers, or amass fortunes, or run stores for people to source from when they need.
This... "game"... is brutal. All I do is stand there helpless watching people die around me. And today I lost two of my dearest friends.

117 & 456.