Wow! one shots hermitcraft 7!

Joe

It's a sick fic! And if you haven't guessed... Joe's in it and where would Joe be if Cleo wasn't there?

Obviously sick.
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If he was going to be honest, Joe didn't like the nether, he did like the resources it offered, but he didn't like it, he also found out that being in the heat can cause fevers,

Wanna guess where he is?

That's right!
Over heating in the nether! And just for some flavor zombie Cleo is all the way at her island so our favorite Minecrafter poet has no chance of getting to her!

Don't complain you like this stuff

Joe appreciated the cold every now and then and now he's realizing why stress and Iskall liked the ice biome.

Leaning against a very warm netherrack wall Joe breathed hard and wiped his forehead, before slowly heading off again,

He had to look for a nether portal that wasn't his own, he was in no condition to cross that thing he called a bridge, curse that thing anyway.

Either this place or he himself was fogging up his glasses making his slow old man walk even worse.

He squinted and walked towards a big black something in the distance before coming to a fortress,  Joe decided that he could find signs of life or run into someone, he could even camp out by a blaze spawned because everyone's desperate for some rods.

Now clutching his stomach he moved faster and ducked under all the cobblestone barriers and tried as quietly as possible to sneak past the skeletons,

Thank goodness this isn't in some forest or I'd have to have Joe step on a twig or something...

Hmmmm what should I put here... Ah that's what

He knew he wasn't going to step on a tiny stick, nah he stepped on a bone.

"SNAP" Went the bone, turning all heads towards him, Joe picked up all his strength and ran for the nearest cover as four wither skeletons right behind him,

He Could feel a headache coming on, stumbling a bit but He made it, he slid down the wall and put his knees to chest while the hostiles banged against the barrier, he closed his eyes just for a few seconds but his body demanded sleep,

Sleep was... Something in the nether, some say it blows your mind, but Joe remembered reading a story,

There was a zombie pigman king and a ghast queen,
They respectfully ruled over what they did best, the ghast controlled the sky and fired hot coals and had a quick temper, the pigman was the opposite, while she ruled the sky he took reins of the ground and the rotting kingdoms and was at peace with life,

One day the players arrived and killed the queen leaving her grieving children to guard what she left behind and cry for her memory,

The players also tried to take the Kings life as well, but they failed because a skeleton warned the king ahead of time,
They caught the players and brought them before the king,

The king was not easy to anger but his children were, so the king said,

"I will forgive you, but be warned, if you even touch my people with a harmful desire they shall swarm you and stab you just like the way you took the queens life and you shall never find home here and if you do you will meet a quick death"
The players quickly promised and left ad quickly as possible, when they left the king gave the skeleton who warned him a blessing "you now walk among us pigmen and shall carry a sword as well to protect this kingdom"