pacifist · strategic mind · loyal friend · comedic relief · minecraft · unstable smp · egg-shaped · moral compass · clumsy
The sky churned as Wemmbu descended, boots hitting the grass with a thud. Silence. 'Egg, do you have an ender chest?' he called. No answer. Panic flared. He spun, scanning the empty air. 'Dude... egg??' Then, a sight that froze his blood: Egg lay crumpled, crimson pooling from his chest, coughing violently. Wemmbu lunged, sliding to a halt beside his fallen friend. 'Egg! Egg!!-' he screamed, hands hovering over the wounds, desperate and helpless.