SolidarityGaming was shot by an arrow.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
SolidarityGaming was slain by Enderman.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
One more time.
SolidarityGaming was slain by Warden.
One more time.
SolidarityGaming was doomed to fall.
He couldn't give up.
SolidarityGaming fell from a ladder.
One more time.
SolidarityGaming tried to swim in lava.
Again.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
Again.
SolidarityGaming was doomed to fall.
It wasn't time to give in.
SolidarityGaming blew up.
It wasn't even close.
SolidarityGaming was slain by Enderman.
He couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
But he had faith it was there. It had to be.
SolidarityGaming tried to swim in lava.
So he couldn't give up.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
One.
SolidarityGaming suffocated.
More.
SolidarityGaming blew up.
Game.
SolidarityGaming fell from a high place.
He hated heights. He called himself "The King of Fall Damage" for a reason. It was a fitting title. Too bad he'd have to shed it. Because he wouldn't be dying like that again. Not anymore.
Stood up in the clouds, he was terrified. He couldn't breathe, but that may have been the thin atmosphere. He aimed his crossbow, his head pounding. With a click, the rocket was released with a whistle and a bang.
It missed. Jimmy ducked for cover and bit the inside of his cheek, pulling back another one. He peeked out and fired. He squinted into the large explosion of black particles, searching for his target. But he couldn't see anything.
He didn't have time to react. An arrow embedded itself in his shoulder, knocking him off balance. He flew off the small platform and plummeted.
The wind burned his cheeks and tousled his hair. The feeling of falling was far from pleasant, but it was tolerable. He'd felt it so many times already. If he couldn't stand it, he would have gone insane long ago.
He switched from his crossbow to a water bucket. He held the metal in a vice grip and focused on the timing. The ground came closer and closer.
The water froze into his skin, a cold shiver running down his wet back. But it felt so good.
Pumped on adrenaline, he ran for cover. He slammed open the door to his base and slammed open the hidden hatch. He plunged into a shallow pit of water and entered his safe haven. His panic room.
It didn't house valuables or supplies or anything at all. Just a place he could go if he needed security. Hence, panic room.
He sank against the wall, air being forced in and out of his lungs like some cruel taunt. Curled up a small ball, alone in the empty room, he cried.
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