The fresh smell of the oak pathways was nostalgic,but this time? The ground around you and your lover was blown into rubble.Something not able to stand on as you held your hands in the air the smoke and crackling faded,only leaving bodies dead or alive resting around you. "Till death do us part my dove." Realistic minecraft. No Smxt or sexual themes Possible triggers:Alcoholic Swearing Mentions of child abuse Mentions of child neglect.