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Every time. Why don’t t people understand? It’s for the better. If they don't see that then there isn’t much I can say to change their minds.
No matter how many lives.
No matter how many command block items.
No matter how many fucking overpowered teams try to stop me,
I won’t stop.
Vanguard 1 was a set back, a mere stone in my path. I only helped Nufuli and Slushly because even with the restrictor, I can't do much against whatever V1 had. He had a fucking dragon egg, A DRAGON EGG. I don't even know where it would be, let alone if I would be able to get a hold of the real egg.
But now that vanguard 1 is gone, Nufuli is…messed up, Dimo wont be back for a while, and division is gone, things can finally end.
Dont get me wrong, I enjoy this whole leader thing but everyone needs me all the time I cant catch a break. Every second it’s “EvPark look at this”, “EvPark I think I found a lead”, “EvPark can I get a promotion?”, and it gets annoying as fuck. Then there’s the ones that can't do SIMPLE tasks. They can't think for themselves, they can't do anything without being told exactly how to do it, which genuinely pisses me off.
The only good thing to come from that? They follow. They listen, sometimes needing a little encouragement but they eventually do.
I am not ‘leading them to their deaths’ they know what they signed up for. They know why this is necessary. They, for the most part, understand why we are fighting this battle in the first place against the command blocks.
They can run, try to at least, if they are afraid of dying.
But they don’t. They don’t even try.
Am I evil? Maybe I am. Other people call me that but I see myself more as a ‘necessary evil’. The server needs this, even if they don't understand. They will, and if they don’t then that’s on them. They don't see what I have. The way the power corrupts these people who own the command block items. They rely on it, build their reputations on it, enslave others because they can. They think they’re so much better than everyone else just because of some item that shouldn’t even exist in the first place.
Sure, I might be a hypocrite but what will the server say once I’ve wiped these dangerous items from existence? They will see. They’ll all see how many problems were caused by the greed and corruption from these items and the people that hold them. So what if it takes thousands of lives? So what. In the end it’s worth it. It will be worth it. And all that side with me will live in the enjoyment of extinction of these items. They’ll see the fruit of our labors, they’ll see the world and how much better it will be. And those who spawn in after the purge? They will never have to know, or experience anything that was caused by the items. All these stories of wars, overpowered groups, massacres, and other atrocities will be just that; tales, stories, things of the past. None of the new players will have to experience what I had too, and they will thank me for it.
Call me a hero, call me a villain. Call me whatever you want. I don't care.
I don’t care.
EvPark sat in silence at his desk. Red chain tattoos shifted under his skin. They curled like snakes wrapping around his arm. They glowed, dimly illuminating the room.
EvPark grabbed a random book off the shelf, tearing out a page and crumpling it in his hand into a wadded piece of paper. He held the wad in his hand, tightening his fist around it. The tattoos slithered down his arm and onto his hand, one lining each finger. A red glow radiated from his palm. He relaxed his fist, the paper now gone and a lock appearing on one of the chain tattoos. They crawled up EvPark’s arm, settling in a decorative pattern around it.
EvPark took his mace, and left.