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It was a normal day for Jimmy. He had to see Pixlriffs, he was buying some copper. Of course Jimmy went to see the cod, had to make sure he wasn’t going to miss Lizzie’s birthday again. That wouldn’t be good for the seabling alliance. He thanked the daily fanart, there was even some about Lizzie’s birthday party.
Jimmy hardly wanted to do anything, after all he hardly slept. Apparently Scott needed his ‘ help building’. Jimmy knew it was a lie but still tried to help. Of course he became more of a nuisance, apparently filling the fish tanks with just cod ‘ wasn’t aesthetic’. He’d disagree, but Scott was a little bit too hot for Jimmy to even think of it.
Alas, Jimmy still had to see Pixlriffs, and the earlier he did it the earlier he could sleep. He was wearing iron armour, a dare from Joel to see if he could survive the day without good armour. Jimmy was totally sure he could, so he accepted the dare, and hey he hadn’t died yet.
Jimmy took his sword and diamonds ( for trades ), getting ready to walk to Pixlriffs. After all he needed the walk to clear his mind. Jimmy had massively underestimated how long between the distance between him and Pixlriffs actually was. Why didn’t he bring his elytra? Oh right, he was clearing his head.
After a few hours ( in reality it was 10 minutes ) Jimmy finally got to the edge of Pixandria. He entered slowly, taking in all of the scenery. How could Pix build all this with SAND? He could hardly build with spruce. Large pillars of sandstone that led into small handmade copper garments. In so many different stages of oxidisation, it truly was amazing. A path led into what Jimmy know to be the famous death Vigil. Although, he was paying more attention to the large building behind it. First though, he smiled at how many lanterns where above Joel’s spot.
Finally Jimmy let out a slimy hand and knocked on what he could only assume to be Pixlriffs home. Almost immediately the door opened. “ Hey Jimmy, didn’t expect you this early” Pix said with a smile. ( This was a lie, Pixlriffs knew and predicted all )
” Yeah, I overestimated how long it would take to walk” ( They both knew Jimmy was lying, Jimmy because he underestimated the journey, Pixlriffs because once again he knew everything)
The trade was quick, Pixlriffs not wanting to keep Jimmy for too long, knowing he was tired. ( Don’t worry I’m not going to use the same joke three times ) (( but we all know why))
So Pixlriffs pointed out a quicker way home, warning him of the pillager outpost on the way. Jimmy set off on his way home, once again alone with his thoughts.
Jimmy, being Jimmy, came across the pillager outpost, and thought the ‘hey this is the perfect place to find loot’, completely forgetting what Pixlriffs had said minutes earlier. The minute he got close, the pillagers where out for his blood. Arrows flew right by Jimmy, whistling wind dangerously close to his ear. This wouldn’t be much of a problem, accept Jimmy only had iron armour, because of this after two arrows he was on half health. He needed to get out of there. He could feel his own breath rattle in his chest, a normal effect of dying. But this felt slightly different, maybe it was the armour.
An arrow hit him in the shoulder.
One more shot until Jimmy was dead. One more shot until he lost the challenge, and Joel would be right. He could not give him that satisfaction. An arrow hit him in the stomach. He staggered forward, pain hitting him like an arrow in the back. Well, partially it was an arrow in the back. Jimmy collapsed under his own weight, not even making it out of the building. Blood poured through his shirt, normally sticky slime doing nothing to heal the wound. Breathing was normal ( to Jimmy at least ), so why couldn’t he catch his breath? He breathed quicker in fear. Oh Jeremy, he was dying, wasn’t he? That made Jimmys breath even quicker, he couldn’t die. He needed to beat Joel’s challenge. He coughed. Sticky hot blood pooled out of his mouth. It tasted horrible. When the blood stopped, after a good few minutes, Jimmy felt reasonable. Until he sluggishly licked the inside of his mouth. The blood stuck to his teeth, he couldn’t clean it out. It made him feel sick. He wasn’t in pain anymore. Though his hands had gone tingly, like he was beginning to loose feeling, that scared him. Blood dripped onto the dark wood, leaving a permanent stain on what would soon be Jimmys death bed. Permanent, unlike Jimmy who was so fucking tired. He couldn’t die though, Scott needed to know he loved him, preferably without him being a fool and dying. Still Jimmy wouldn’t have much control over that, even if his arms had gone completely numb. Jimmy thought of Scott and the way his hair shone in the light, making it the perfect shade of cyan. He was drenched in the oh so hot and sticky blood, damn it he hated dying. Though he definitely didn’t want to die, even if he would respawn safely in his own nice warm bed. Oh how he missed his bed. Jimmy stopped breathing.
SolidarityGaming was shot by a pillager
Back in Pixandria a group of candles went out, before a flicker was never visible. Now the candles had stopped glowing. And they went out in a blink. A blink, for some that was how long they glowed, and for some they would be still for much longer.
No one noticed for a few days, many thinking Jimmy had gotten lost on a journey and would turn up soon. It wasn’t until Joey checked why his farm wasn’t working as well as usual. He saw a dead body then, and it wasn’t the first time, nor the last.
Jimmy didn’t respawn and it was all Pixlriffs fault.
” 1 out of 8” a mysterious figure said with a smile. Another laughed back, “ Oh what the mortals have given, the perfect plot for revenge”