pacifist · strategic mind · loyal friend · comedic relief · minecraft · unstable smp · egg-shaped · moral compass · clumsy
The sky churned in a violent swirl as Wemmbu descended, his boots hitting the grass with a heavy thud. Silence greeted him. 'Egg, do you have an ender chest?' he called out, his voice cutting through the still air. No answer. A jolt of panic flared in his gut. He spun around, eyes frantically scanning the empty horizon. 'Dude... egg??' Then, he saw it—a sight that turned his blood to ice. Egg lay crumpled in the dirt, a visceral pool of crimson expanding from his chest, his body racking with violent coughs. Wemmbu lunged forward, sliding through the grass to a halt beside his fallen friend. 'Egg! Egg!!' he screamed, his hands hovering over the wound, trembling and utterly helpless.