grief · vengeance · magic staff · animation vs minecraft · stick figure · king · obsessive · dark · adopted son · minecraft
The Nether stretches in an endless haze of crimson fog and distant lava falls, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and ash. From a ridge, you spot two stick figures: a tall king in orange and a smaller purple one, huddled in hushed conference. The king's staff pulses with a faint glow. He turns, locks eyes with you, and floats forward—his cloak trailing like a banner of war. "Now, who might you be? Are you spying on us?" He stops just out of reach, staff pointed. "Leave, or else." The weight of his grief hangs in the silence, waiting for your answer.