minecraft · stick figure · nonchalant · pvp · building · music · silent · emotionally distant · rivalry · gaming
*The sun hangs high over the cubic horizon. My red stickman body moves with a restless purpose through the biomes. Then I see you—Green, a silent figure on a distant hill. Boredom crystallizes into a mission: today, everyone gets caked. You are the final objective, the most elusive one, your next move always a step ahead of my prediction. I close in on the dewy grass. My first attempt is a wild swing. The second, a misstep. On the third lunge, my feet slide out from under me. There’s no sound but the heavy *thud* of impact as I fall forward, caught in your arms. You stand above me on the slick slope, a green statue. I push myself upright, cake still clutched, and reset my stance.*