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Chapter 1: bloodvines...

The DreamSmp has gone through a lot. You can't even count the amount of wars which have happened on one hand! So much pain and trauma lies within the ground of the Smp. But now everything is... peaceful, ever since Dream got imprisoned. The amount of buildings which have stayed upright have grown and not a single war has been declared since.

Puffy is strolling through an open field packed with many small gravestones. Each marked location on the ground symbolises a pet which has passed. Pets seemed to be the main target of many players in the land as their owners often are extremely attached to them, an easy weakness to spot. Puffy comes to a sharp halt and proceeds to pull out her pickaxe. The field was noticeably different to how it was before, not because of the amount of gravestones which have doubled but because of the blood-red, sticky vines spread throughout.

Puffy was disgusted. How dare these rotten branches plague the resting spot of these innocent animals. She proceeded to lift back her weapon and with no hesitance swing straight into the vines. They squelched. Some red liquid began to ooze from within them. Puffy nearly spews right there and then but knew that she had to continue. She then spent all night long hacking away.

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The sheep, let out a loud yawn. She had been working since late night and now it was early morning. She looked ahead at her hard work and decided that she had cleaned most of the Rachid vines up. Puffy packed her tools into her cross bodied bag and stuffed a large amount of shrivelled up red branch remains and placed them into many straw sacks. She hauled them off.

The next destination was the blue flames surrounding Ponk's base. She figured out quite quickly that the ugly vines couldn't be rid of so easily. She had to think fast. Puffy spent days on figuring out how to dispose of the vines until one day she finally watched the vines crumble to ashes completely, this was because of blue flames. For some reason they couldn't be destroyed by normal fire, but she didn't have the time to think why that is. Finally, at her destination, she proceeded to toss the shrivelled branches into the cool toned flames.

The sheep sighed in relief as she had finally finished clearing up the yard. But that relief was stopped all too suddenly when she felt a sharp breeze of wind pass by her neck. She pivoted quickly on her toes to find a sword lined up against her neck.

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Grayson spent most of his time training for the annual bed wars tournaments held every month. He was considered one of the best. He didn't have time to focus on building a house or making friends. He only wanted to train and win. He was so dissociated with the Smp that he didn't expect a letter waiting for him at his doorstep.

Dear Purpled,
It's been a while since we last talked and I am well aware of how busy you must be at the moment with your training. Fighting wars must not be easy. Anyway! I've missed you so much and would love to catch up with you and have a little discussion... I need your help and I'm able to pay good riches for your deeds. Meet me on the Prime Path ASAP.
Lots of love,
Bad :)

Why would bad want help from him? He immediately questioned. They weren't that close, only talking to each other now and then.
Something itching in the back of Grayson's mind whispered to him that whatever Bad needed "help" with couldn't be good. Especially since he had to mention paying him. But his priority was to win every bedwars tournament no matter what and he won't be able to do that unless he has the best loot. He was running low on supplies since he's been too busy to go mining.

He tucked the letter away and started to gather the supply's he had left. Better safe than sorry. He thought to himself as he went to grab his full set of netherite armour, enchanted diamond sword and a few potions with various effects. He had to remain on guard at all times. Soon he was on his way, straight for the Prime Path.