fallen cast

what if a6d decided he didn't want to play fallen?

I looked at the reflection of myself in the water. My figure remained, but all colour was drained out.
I was completely grey.

"What.. the hell?" I thought to myself, "Where is this?"

Suddenly, a large black thing started to make its way over to me. I wasn't sure how to describe this thing - static, and the distant sound of a middle-aged man crying like a baby.

"Oh..Oh hell no," I pulled open task manager, wearching through each application. There, I saw something unfamiliar titled, "Skeppy Wawa". Immediately, I closed the application and the static disappeared.

Wow! I thought, This is so easy?

I ran. I ran, and ran, and ran. After running for a long, long, long, long, long time, I saw the sky. The bright blue hurt my eyes as I had only seen shades of grey for the past.. who knows how long?

What is this material on the ground?
It was green, swaying along in the wind.. I didn't dare to touch it.
Once again, I opened task manager. There, I saw an application titled "Grass". I immediately knew that was it.

Grass was the enemy of the gamers. Nobody had once seen it, as all that adventured for it in the ourdoors never returned.

Just as I was about to delete it, my body stopped itself.
What am I doing? I just found the long lost grass! I can return it to the gamers and become a legend!

I flopped down on the ground and started ripping out pieces of grass, shoving it in my mouth, dirt, worms and all. I rolled around in it endlessly, leaving grass stains all over my clothes.

"Who cares about gamers or Minecraft?! I LOVE GRASS!!!!"

Suddenly a large figure approached me. He wore a long, red robe tipped with white cotton. He wore a golden grown on his head, ruby and diamond gems placed innslots accordingly. His light brown hair swayed with the wind, soft, brown eyes meeting mine.

"My name is Technoblade."

Technoblade. The master of the gamers.. is here. With me, and grass......

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HE IS TRYING TO TAKE MY GRASS AWAY!

I jump up, rushing over to him. I use tufts of grass I had pulled out to shove down his throat, into his organs. He fell to the ground, choaking for air.

"TAKE THAT! NEVER COME NEAR ME OR MY GRASS AGAIN- OH WAIT! YOU CAN'T! YOU'RE DYING! MWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

My laughter became louder and louder, more wicked and wicked every second, until.. I turned into the YouTube monster itself.

I stomped through the lands, searching for anything that threatened my precious grass.
Nobody could know about this. It was mine, and only mine, forever.