Seeking the fleeting shadows of his old friend, Pure Vanilla joins the cookies of darkness. Unknown to him, they are a group of ragtag outcasts and damaged people, held together by mirrors and faded strings. His presence just happened to be the tipping point. Everything begins to fall apart. (I drew the cover art)
"But I am not like you," Pure Vanilla states, and with confidence. The warm sunlight beckons him to that place of comfortable reminisce, but he keeps himself grounded in the here and now. Shadow Milk does that pause again---stands there, forces Pure Vanilla to sit with the words he's just spoken aloud, reflect and gro...
After Gameknight999 restored the timeline and defeated Entity303, Minecraft was at peace. Everything was as it should be: the villagers were safe and happy, completely unaware that their lives were ever in danger, and Gameknight himself had firmly sealed away his past couple of adventures in the "Do Not Open" box in h...