Time passed fairly slowly and I began to calm down. Things flew by at a pace that hardly anyone could match, but there was a constant with at least my world. I eventually found the little rabbit that took up most of my thoughts and pulled him close to my chest, relieved to find him here rather than the bottom of the ocean. My head was aching, burning from the constant sounds that played around. Whispering voices that tried to talk to me were louder than my own thoughts. I attempted to shake most of the sounds away, but that did little to nothing. The only sounds that washed away were the "normal" ones. The salmon jumping out of the water to catch bugs, the gentle ring of chimes in a place that was far away when the wind played in them. But the one that never left was the most out of place. A voice.
It didn't happen to sound like anything I recognized, but it also seemed so familiar. It wasn't one of the other Hermits as far as I knew, but where I knew it was a mystery. "I.." I shook my head and looked around more, "I need to get out of here." My eyes looked around the flat bottom of the build. Then I climbed to a higher point and jumped off to take a flying start over into the shopping district. The shopping district was way different than the rest of the world. There was no specific style of building so everyone just shows their distinct talents. The mix was pretty chaotic, but everyone somehow made every single shop work well together and nice. Everyone in this world was so talented. I felt a little bit left out and made a mental note to build a shop here at a later date.
I flew all around the island and took note of every single store. Every shop seen, I nodded. Now that all that had been seen, I had nothing more. But home, I told myself with a shudder, shaking the idea away and instead flying over to a nearby island that housed a friend. The one and only Mumbo Jumbo! He was one of like the few members of the world that was actually a human. I slid down and landed on his island with a few things in mind and a name tag pulled from my bag. An idea was hatched and this would help me keep my mind off of Sam. Something needed to take my overactive mind off of this new world. It was all but the future compared to what I remembered of my last world, Evo. Since nothing was happening, I intended to make something. But once I climbed down the latter, I only found the mustache-clad man asleep on the floor, as if he had just collapsed a little bit away from his bed. This put an absolute damper on his plans. A gentleman like myself would not attack like this while the other one was down. I clearly needed to attack a different victim, so I threw several eggs and then took off.
Heading back to the shopping district again was nothing out of the ordinary, no new shops had popped up in the last twenty minutes. The creeper cyborg, who called me a nerd when everyone game to this season, was walking around the ground. He looked up and waved, so I landed just in front of him and punched him with the slab of wood. His face, the creeper side that is, showed confusion, but once I explained the rules quickly, making a few of them up on the spot, he groaned loudly. Begrudgingly, he took it, flying off with an elytra and a few rockets.
I took off, flying back to my growing base, staring at it. My head shook side to side and I decided to work on something else. I had to take my mind off of the strange voice because I still remembered. So I grabbed a few resources and flew off to the nearest desert, shoveling sand into the first of three purple shulker boxes that I had grabbed, stuffing the magical box into my bag. I set up a wooden cart-looking traveling shop on a corner of a street and put a few chests inside. First it was sand, filling up two chests with the small grains. Then, after making a trip to a gravel mountain and adding gravel to the shop. And then, thanks to dodging the explosives from Ghasts, nether quartz joined the shop's selection. It was all filled up with materials that weren't all that hard to get ahold of, but were certainly a boring task to grind. People in the world were certainly starting to enjoy the shop, which I had started to call You Lazy Sod. I was starting to turn a small profit over time there.
After an amount of time that seemed way too short, and going to mess with a sleeping Mumbo singing him a little song where I described stealing his lovely little mustache, I ended up with the name tag once again. Eventually the game had more and more levels to it, Ren added a new rules to the game and made a large new challenge area for the losers who end up with it again.
The wooden slab name tag of game passed around the server like a blunt at Woodstock and eventually things started to get better in my head. I was getting sleep almost every night, the little plush rabbit didn't randomly appear at my side in the night. It was like the clouds were parting after years and years of rain.
After some time I heart a rumor that Iskall, a Swedish cyborg, would be headed after me to attack. Yet another distraction from my growing base, I told myself and started to make a trap in the floor to get him back. The idea that I had wasn't all that great, but it would be effective. It was a deep hole in the ground, opened up by stepping on a pressure plate. At the bottom was some slime, Iskallium as he called it, to protect his fall. When he appeared, walking onto the drop zone, I jumped on the stone plate, opening up the floor and dropping him from a large distance. He was panicked, but was safe, only damage being a twisted ankle but ended up walking it off when released from the hold. Once he was released, I was slapped with the tag once again. "There," he said with an exasperated sigh. "I got a hit on you." I picked up up with an equally annoyed expression and shot him a look. "Would you rather me hit on you instead?" He said in a flirtatious tone, but I shook my head, accepting the tag.
I had a much better idea.
