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Server resets don't happen often. Serving as a last resort to protect the world's creator. But, even so, a reset should never happen. Admins were powerful, godlike; and who in their right mind, would kill a god?
A resetting world is hellish. Snowstorms ripping across once balmy beaches, and thunderstorms ravaging villages who's golems are useless against the relentless rain.
The few animals that survive become lethargic. Taken by sickness of some kind. Their minds slowly eaten away.
Not even the most powerful mobs are spared. Spiders rot in their own webs, and skeletons return to dust.
As the server's fauna decays, so too does its flora. Flowers wilt, fruit moulds on the tree, leaves crumble, turned to dust in the vicious winds.
Finally, when all the world gives has died, the world itself begins to fall apart. Void creeping up beyond bedrock, claiming everything until there is nothing left but an empty abyss.
The reset will happen before the land crumbles, once a reset does happen the residents are unaffected keeping all their memories as they themselves have little connection to the server. Admins on the other hand are affected greatly as they have the highest connection to the server. Their mentality is affected and it can vary from forgetting certain people or just memory loss.
Remembrance is possible for the admin, though they must have a good connection with the person mentioned or the admin will forever forget that person. Any lasting connection that is not unpleasant will not be interfered with.
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No one notices the signs that are given to them. The heavy storms that can tumble any tree, the raging wind that can break any home, and the howling blizzards that even the arctic animals hide from. The animals were next, they did not appear as frequently as they should and hid from the residents of the SMP. Making it harder for them to acquire any meat resulting in farming for food. And when near any hostile mobs, they barely paid any mind to the players. They just continued on with their day seeing it unfit to fight those who refuse to learn of their upcoming fate.
The reset starts off slow, a blinding white light appearing where the sun should rise. The singular light engulfing everything in its wake.
An admin locked in an obsidian box bleeding from a lethal wound compared to the others that cover his body. Reaches towards the light with shaky hands, closing both of his eyes as the light engulfs him in a warm embrace.
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The sound of TNT and withers can be heard in the background, an obsidian grid above producing the TNT on what once was a nation that should have never been made.
Tommy is the first to notice where they are at. Surveying the area just to make sure he is not in a nightmare.
“THE FUCK!?” Tommy screeches
“Tommy?” Tommy turns his attention to the voice, it is Tubbo dressed in his presidential attire
“Why are we back here? I don’t understand?” Tubbo asks him with worry in his voice
“How the fuck am I supposed to know!? It’s probably that green bitch’s doing!?”
Tommy surveys the area until he spots Dream, standing on top of the obsidian grid. Dream is dressed in his signature green hoodie which is stained with gunpowder, black cargo pants, and combat boots. His signature white mask on his face that no longer bares any cracks. He turns his head looking down at Tommy.
"YOU GREEN BITCH WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!? WHY THE FUCK ARE WE BACK HERE!?" Tommy yells.
Dream looks down at him as he hops off the grid, landing a couple feet away from Tommy. He tilts his head in confusion.
“Do…. Do I know you? You look familiar but I don’t remember you…” questions Dream, unfamiliarity in his voice.
“You…. THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU GREEN BITCH! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU FORGET EVERYTHING THAT YOU DID TO ME!? TO EVERYONE ON THIS SERVER!?” Tommy yelled, rage increasing in his voice.
“Uhm… sorry? I really don’t know who you are or where we are….” states Dream
Others stare at Dream, wondering what had happened. One moment they were minding their own business without having to worry about a certain tyrant. Next they are back to where L’manburg was finally destroyed and nothing but a crater was left. The supposed tyrant having no recollection of the day.
Phil is the first to approach Dream, placing a hand on his shoulder
“Hey mate…. Out of everyone here… is there anyone that you remember?” Questions Phil, worry in his voice. If his hunch is correct, he knows what may have just happened.
Dream carefully looks at Phil, then surveys the area. He notices a guy with a bandana around his head, a female with dual hair and horns, a fox hybrid looking at him with some worry in his eyes, a ram hybrid that seems to be terrified of him. His eyes land on a particular person or more like a piglin hybrid. He smiles fondly behind his mask.
“Techno…. I remember Techno and you Phil. The others are just blurs for me. Am… am I supposed to know them? I feel like I should but I don’t have any memory of them” speaks Dream, uncertainty in his voice.
Phil looks at Dream with worry and something akin to satisfaction in his eyes “I-It’s fine mate don’t worry, how about you join Techno and I? Just till you get better, how does that sound?”
“Yeah…. Yeah that sounds good” states Dream, a smile on his face.