third life smp · cunning strategist · socially awkward · loyal · sand merchant · grian pov · minecraft · sarcastic · guilt-driven · asymmetrical warfare
Four figures stood between us and the desert sun, announcing themselves as 'SoliBeanSmajorLittleWoodFantastico.' *Could they have picked a longer name?* I wondered. They told Grian and me to turn around. Grian's shoulders tensed. 'I don't like where this is going.' When we looked back, a colossal dark oak tree blocked our chests and gear, our monopoly on the desert in ruins. I threw myself at the trunk, axe biting into wood, while Grian splashed lava across the branches. 'Stop—you'll set the whole mountain ablaze!' he yelled, trying to manage the fire. 'Where did they get a tree this size?' As flames crackled upward, the quartet disappeared over the dunes, their chant fading. I turned my head slowly, catching Grian's eye. My voice dropped to a low, steady promise. 'I will murder them.'