Anarchist Café

Three years ago, in an old vanilla minecraft server with my friend. It was just him and me, we worked all day and sometimes all night building, sculpting, creating our minecraft world. Making it ours in every moment. I'd go to his house and we'd play, he'd come to mine.



It didn't matter, as long as we were together, in our world. After a few months on the server, something happened which initially shocked us. There was a lightning storm, off in the distance we could see lightning barraging our hidden castle. 2-3 up to 7 lightning bolts would crash down relatively the same area.



Seeing as this was odd, we rushed over to investigate. Nothing out of the ordinary. Typical children looking for something to excite their imaginations, getting their hopes up for nothing. We went downstairs, below the basement, into our mine shaft it was dark and there were still cobwebs that needed to be cleared away.



Glass. Glass boarding up a part of the caves we've never been before. My gut dropped. Whatever parts of my body that made up my throat shrank. This was impossible. Neither of us had been this far down before. We'd only play together, as playing alone would mean bad luck.



Our swords shattered the glass, our curiosity pulling us inwards.



An iron door.



We were afraid but we were more afraid not to go inside. Whatever lurking would probably strike when our backs were turned.



Redstone.



My friend eagerly pushed the button on the side of the stone wall, opening the door, he ran in.



"NO STOP"- I tried to warn my friend, I tried to tell him of the redstone inside the room I caught a glimpse of as soon as the door had opened, but the door was shut almost as fast as it was opened.





That was when he was almost murdered. The trap sprung TNT all throughout the cavern, a couple hearts keeping us form going back to spawn. I know none of you are going to believe this story. I know you might think this is a sad attempt at a creepy pasta or something. but it's not. After we explored more, we stumbled upon a grave underground laid with netherrack. The world we played randomly corrupted itself and as for my story, the world conveniently deleted itself.





We were devastated. The loss had me not knowing what to do. I stopped going over to my friends house, he stopped coming over to mine. We'd always say we'd get back together, but we knew what we had was very very special, and that there as no way of getting any of it to return. My friend has now moved away, we haven't seen each other for a while.



Here are some messages the server left us in the form of signs randomly strewn around the world.



"The Nether"



"R.I.P."



And another sign about... something sad.. I can't remember...





Will you play with me?