"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

(As of the point of writing this there is no plot to the Origins SMP. Aka, I get free artistic range, score! No ships. Weird plot. Wtf am I doing?! Why am I going this?! No prewritten chapters... We're doomed. IM ALREADY WORKING ON THREE OTHER STORIES WHAT AM I DOING?! F*CK YEAH!!! I ADDED THE COVER!! Mmmmm pride!!) An Avian named Tommy Innit is given an incredibly important task. Why the heck was it left in his hands? Yeah no, I don't know either. But he "agrees" and goes off to find out what the heck the "darkness coming from the bedrock" or whatever is. He doesn't even want friends, why did he agree to a journey that heavily entails meeting others and becoming friends enough with them you can win back your world with them? Ah, f*ck it! Here we go again. Tldr/aka: Tommy is trusted with important task. What a horrible decision that was.... (Holy sh*t, this is like Avatar the Last Airbender! I was not meaning for that to happen, dear lord!)