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Wilbur looked over the smoking ruins of the nation that was once his. Next to him was an anthropomorphic pig dressed in kingly apparel. It was quiet.
“So, that’s it, then,” said Wilbur, “No more government, right?”
The pig shook his head. “No more governments on this server, but other servers? There’s still plenty of work to be done.”
“What do you mean? Where do we go next?”
“Not we. Me.”
“No, I can’t let you go alone. I—” Wilbur’s voice caught in his throat.
“I’m worried about you,” Wilbur said quietly,
“Techno. I haven’t heard from you in a while, and I came here and happened to find you. Are you okay?”
Techno gave a sad smile, a goodbye smile. Wilbur was taken aback. Techno rarely smiled, and Wilbur had never seen him smile sadly before.
Techno sighed.
“I’m…not here anymore, Wilbur. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“What do you mean, not here?!”
Techno started to fade away into the pink sunset. Wilbur reached for a hoof, but he felt nothing but air.
“Goodbye, Wilbur. Thank you for everything…”
“Techno, wait!”
Wilbur woke up in a cold sweat. A crow was perched on a nearby edge, an envelope in its beak. Wilbur sat up and snatched the envelope, opening it with reckless abandon. It read:
Wil,
It’s Techno. He’s gone. He stopped breathing early this morning and didn’t start breathing again. I don’t know what comes next, but I thought you should be one of the first to know.
Your father,
Philza
A smaller note, written in cursive at the bottom of the tear-stained paper, read:
Your father needs you. Please pay him a visit.
Wilbur ran off to Tommy’s house.
———
Tommy sat on the yellow and black wall around his house, his legs dangling in the breeze. He did not know why he felt sick to his stomach. Maybe he ate something odd for dinner? It was probably nothing unusual, just the normal anxiety of being betrayed or backstabbed or abandoned—again.
Flowers swayed in the breeze, reminding him of when he returned home after spending too much time with Dream. He now realized how fragile life was, and those flowers always reminded him. Well, the flowers and the white streak in his shining blond hair. The odd white streak in his hair was one of the few things he had in common with Wilbur anymore. Wilbur had been acting strange lately, like he was going to leave the server forever: apologizing to anyone he wronged or hurt (except Tommy, but that didn’t bother him too much), wrapping up unfinished business, that sort of thing.
So why was Wilbur running toward him?
Tommy climbed over the wall to meet him. Wilbur hadn’t looked that panicked in ages, so something big must have happened. When Tommy finally caught up to Wilbur, both of them were out of breath.
“What’s going on, Wil?”
“It’s Techno.”
“What? What happened to Techno, Wil?!”
“Techno’s…gone.”
Tommy could tell by the solemnity of Wilbur’s voice that Techno was no longer with them, and the “gone” Wilbur was referring to wasn’t one Techno could come back from, the kind that Dream couldn’t revive him from.
The only sound was the wind, blowing up some flower petals. The wind blew past Tommy’s ear, as though it was trying to say something to him.
“He’s actually gone,” said Tommy quietly.
He wasn’t sure how to feel. Happy? Relieved? Angry? Sad?
But his heart decided for him. It felt broken, shattered in a way that it would never be put together the same way it was before. For all the destruction Techno caused, he also showed kindness to Tommy.
Tommy couldn’t stop the tears from coming.
Is this how people felt when I died, before I got revived?
“What do we do now, Wil?” Tommy’s voice was like a child’s now, curious and worried and confused.
“Maybe we can start by going to Philza’s place again,” said Wilbur, “When will you be ready to go?”
Tommy wiped his tears. “I’ll grab some essentials, be back in a bit!”
Tommy ran to one of his chests, grabbing a sword, a pickaxe, an axe, a shining new breastplate, some cooked pork chops, and a bed.
On his way out, he noticed a rose bush. One of the roses was a different color from the common red roses Tommy often saw. He couldn’t remember if Techno liked flowers, but he picked the differently-colored rose and a few red roses anyway, making a small bouquet, and put them in his pack.
“Ready!”
“Good, we should leave soon,” said Wilbur, “Especially if we want to get there before night.”
Tommy nodded in agreement, and the two set off for Philza’s house.
———
Philza didn’t know what to do. So he chose to do nothing productive, opting to sit at a table and re-read Techno’s will from back when Techno was in prison with Dream. And re-re-read it over and over and over again. How long had it been since Techno died? The days seemed to bleed together now, just a never ending slew of gray, cloudy days, with no light or sun in sight. Did Wilbur even get his letter? The crow came back empty-handed, so there was no guarantee that Wilbur was the one who got the letter. That was the tricky thing with using crows as mail carriers.
Phil hadn’t even gone back into Technoblade’s house since he died. He couldn’t bear to see his friend lie so still and lifeless. For some reason, his mind kept trying to tell him it was okay, that Techno would log on again, his lifeless body would become lively again, and everything would go back to normal. But Philza’s heart told him otherwise. The heartache was one of the greatest pains he ever felt, and he wasn’t sure if it would ever go away.
The will Techno had left Philza all that time ago now read like a goodbye letter, not somewhat-coded instructions for bringing him back.
As Philza finished reading Techno’s will again for the umpteenth time, it was too much for his heart. His face was warm again with the streams of tears. He got up and looked out a window at the sunset. It was pink again, reminding him of his friend.
What had happened? Techno had been fine the day before he left, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
On the horizon approached two figures. Philza’s survival instincts immediately kicked in, and he grabbed a sword and put his back to his front door.
Shortly after he noticed the two figures emerging from the snowy forest, a knock came at his door.
“Phil? It’s Wilbur and Tommy.”
Phil put his sword away and opened the door.
Immediately, Wilbur and Tommy threw their arms around him, and Phil realized they both were crying. It made him feel okay to cry, too. So he did. The trio hugged each other and cried for a while.
“I should go make dinner,” said Philza, breaking the embrace,“since I suppose you two will be spending the night here. I was thinking rabbit soup, how does that sound?”
Tommy looked up at Philza, his eyes glowing with excitement amidst clouds of tears and sadness. “That sounds awesome! I’ll happily take rabbit soup over—oh, man, poor choice of food for this trip—the one type of meat I brought with me.”
“Let me guess,” said Wilbur, placing a palm to his forehead, “you packed pork chops.”
Tommy’s face went as red as his shirt sleeves. “I did not!”
Wilbur sighed. “Out of ALL of the different foods you could’ve brought for the trip…”
They really are almost like brothers…
Philza chuckled, smiled, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, feeling the sun peek through the clouds in his mind.
“I’m sure Techno wouldn’t mind, you two. I think he’d just be happy you’re here. It’s kinda nice being together.”
Tommy’s face went back to its normal hue, and Wilbur turned his eyes to a picture on the wall. Before Wilbur and Tommy had left Philza’s house last time, Technoblade had asked if they could take a picture all together. All of them got a copy of that picture sent to them to do with it as they wished. Philza had chosen to hang it up and show it off with pride as though it was a family picture.
“That picture…” said Wilbur, “That was the last time I saw Techno.”
Tommy directed his gaze to the picture. “Mine too. Feels like ages ago, but it was really just a few months ago. Crazy how quickly things change, innit?”
Philza turned away from the picture and started cooking the rabbit stew. As he made the stew, he glanced at the picture multiple times, but he had to turn away before he cried again.
Tommy asked, “Phil, are you crying?”
“No,” sniffed Phil, “just…the onions, y’know?”
Tommy felt the urge to make a funny remark, but Wilbur gave him a look that said This is not the time for that . Tommy decided instead to walk over to Philza and give him a hug.
“It’s okay to cry, Phil,” he said quietly. “When I thought Wilbur was gone forever, I cried for a while. I felt so…lost, like I didn’t have a purpose anymore. But then, I remembered all the friends I had who were still alive, and they helped light my way back. Right now, me and Wilbur are here to light your way back.”
“Thanks, Tommy,” said Philza.
“That has got to be the best speech I’ve heard from Tommy,” said Wilbur, “and maybe that’s because he didn’t make a single jab or joke the entire time.”
Tommy whipped his head around to look at Wilbur, letting go of Philza.
“That’s rich,” said Tommy, “considering you make more jabs in a day than I make in a month.”
“Oh, really?” asked Wilbur, “What about all the jabs you make at Dream every day?”
“Those don’t count, Wilbur, you know that!”
Philza suddenly laughed, and Wilbur and Tommy turned to look.
Wilbur asked, “What are you laughing at, Phil?”
“It’s just…” said Philza, “I’ve missed this.”
“What d’you mean?” asked Tommy.
“The banter, the company,” Philza smiled a little, his mourning edged with the sunlight of happiness, “Just having mates to hang out with, y’know?”
Tommy and Wilbur said nothing, both of them having been acquainted with loneliness in their own ways. Instead of speech, the savory smell of rabbit stew filled the cabin. When Philza stopped stirring, Wilbur got up and got some wooden bowls out of a chest. Not a word was spoken, leaving the air still except the whinnies of a horse outside or the sound of spoons hitting the sides of wooden bowls.
After dinner, Wilbur excused himself quietly as he walked over to where he and Tommy had placed their packs. Wilbur pulled out a guitar case decorated with a painted L’Manburg flag and red words scrawled on it, standing out against the solid black of the case. He pulled out his guitar, which also had a small L’Manburg flag painted on it. He fidgeted with the pegs to re-tune it, and then, he started strumming. The chords he played sounded random at first, but Wilbur seemed to settle on a few that he liked and started to string together a song, interspersing individual notes in between chords.
Philza looked over at his son, smiled, and decided to let the music carry him wherever it pleased.
A strange breeze blew through the cabin as the music played, carrying a strange floral scent with it. It was familiar, yet Philza couldn’t put a finger on it. Neither could Tommy or Wilbur. But Wilbur kept playing, and no one said anything. They all closed their eyes as a memory came to mind that they themselves didn’t know. A memory of yellow roses, an ancient castle, and a willow tree in a courtyard. The breeze picked up and seemed to envelop the three of them, carrying them someplace with all the gentleness and warmth of a blanket wrapped around them.
———————
When they opened their eyes, the cabin was no longer there. The birds were chirping in the elegant trees in the lush courtyard. Bushes of multicolored flowers added a pop of bright color to the area. Ancient stone walls acted as a fence around the area, its parapets stretching high into the sky, reaching for something out of their reach.
Tommy heard the familiar sound of swords hitting each other, the metallic sound ringing through the courtyard.
“Come on, Wilbur, you can do better,” came a gruff voice.
Tommy took a shuddering gasp. No way…it’s not possible!
Tommy ran towards the sound of the voice. Sure enough, behind the huge willow tree in the middle, a tall figure with pointed ears and long pink hair was clashing blades with Wilbur. They both were dressed in white blouses with puffy sleeves and an open v-neck collar, reminding Tommy of a time when royalty ruled instead of democracy. Sweat was dripping down Wilbur’s face, but the pink-haired man wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
“Techno?” asked Tommy.
The pink-haired man deflected Wilbur’s sword into the ground, putting the tip of his own blade on his neck.
“Checkmate,” said the pink-haired man. He turned his gaze to Tommy. “Yes, Tommy?”
“Is it really you?” asked Tommy, wringing the hem of his own loose white blouse.
“Of course!” Technoblade chuckled. “Who else would I be?”
Tommy ran towards Technoblade and hugged him tightly, letting the tears fall.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he sobbed.
Technoblade dropped his sword on the ground and wrapped his arms around Tommy.
“What did I tell you?” asked Techno. “Technoblade never dies!”
Tommy smiled and pulled back. “Technoblade never dies,” he echoed.
“Now,” said Techno to Tommy, “Would you do me the honor of braiding my hair?”
Tommy would’ve guffawed if he wasn’t talking to his dead friend, but he just smiled and chuckled.
“Bit of a weird request, innit?”
“Well, Wilbur complied with my request to duel…”
“I suppose I can’t say no to the Blade,” said Tommy.
“Oh, and please add some flowers, too, if you don’t mind,” added Techno.
Tommy and Techno made their way to the big willow tree, Wilbur following close behind. Techno sat at the base of the willow tree expectantly. Tommy walked around, looking at the flower bushes and picking flowers. He picked blue and pink morning glories, bluebonnets, and yellow roses. He didn’t know too much about flowers outside of morning glories only blooming for a short time, but something inside him told him that yellow roses were a symbol of friendship, so he picked them. With a multicolored bouquet in hand, he went back to the tree. Wilbur had joined Techno under the tree, with Wilbur’s head looking skyward.
Tommy set down his bouquet and got to work braiding Techno’s hair. He hadn’t had much experience with braiding hair, so he kept it simple, intertwining three segments of Techno’s hair. It didn’t take too much effort, but it looked so beautiful. It seemed to Tommy that the braid was akin to how Techno had become intertwined in the lives of many, changing them for the better and creating something beautiful. As Tommy got to the end of the braid, he asked Technoblade for a ribbon. Techno pulled out a white ribbon and handed it to Tommy, who tied it around the braid in the tightest, neatest bow he knew how to do. He placed the flowers throughout the braid, then put the yellow rose behind Techno’s ear.
“There, done.”
“Thank you, Tommy.”
“Wilbur, I think you put your guitar under that yellow rose bush,” said Techno. Wilbur got up and pulled his guitar out from the rose bush, surprised to find his guitar there. “Would you play something for me?” asked Techno.
Wilbur, still a bit stunned to speak, started playing the most beautiful piece he knew. It was a classical song he had heard once, although it sounded much better with the other instrument—a violin. Wilbur’s fingers danced over the frets, as though they knew this song by heart. For once in his life, things felt right. As Wilbur approached the end of the guitar solo, he closed his eyes and got lost in the music, trying his hardest to concentrate.
Suddenly, a new voice sounded like it called out from the other side of the courtyard.
“Techno? Is…is it really you, mate?” The voice sounded choked up, as though the person was about to burst into tears. Wilbur opened his eyes to see Philza, dressed like a king in a regal ensemble, complete with a cape that covered giant black wings on his back. The wings looked as though they were part of the cape and dragged on the ground, then started to rise from the ground as Philza ran towards them, a single emerald earring dangling from a pointy ear and dancing in the breeze as he ran. Techno got up and ran, a similar emerald earring swaying in tandem with his braid, as he met Philza halfway.
Philza felt himself crumple as Techno embraced him.
“How…?”
“I asked a favor of someone, and they thought it fitting for me to formally say goodbye to my friends. One last afternoon together.” Techno smiled, but there was an intangible sadness hidden behind his smile.
“One last time…together.” Philza said quietly, wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his frilly shirt. He walked with Technoblade over to the tree where Wilbur and Tommy were sitting. Wilbur was resting his elbow on his guitar, while Tommy was beaming at everything around him.
Techno and Philza arrived at the tree, and Techno helped Phil sit down.
“Gotta be careful, old man,” said Techno playfully. Philza chuckled and punched him in the shoulder. Techno laughed. “Would you wait a minute before you start playing again, Wilbur?”
“Of course,” said Wilbur.
Techno went behind the tree and grabbed something. Nobody could see exactly what, as the flower bushes did a good job of blocking anything up to Technoblade’s waist. As Techno came back around, he opened the case to reveal a beautiful violin.
“I didn’t know you played the violin, Techno,” said Philza.
“Well, you know me—I’m full of surprises!” Techno winked.
Tommy chuckled nervously as he remembered a wall of Wither skulls. Yeah, you’re full of surprises alright…just not always the fun ones.
Technoblade looked at Wilbur and smiled softly. “Ready?”
Wilbur started playing the same piece again, his fingers stretching across the frets as he tried to play it perfectly. His muscles moved as if by memory as he played the first part again. As the guitar part came to an end, the buildup to the next part was ramping up. As Wilbur moved his hand down the frets, the pitch getting lower, a new tone entered the song: the sweet, albeit sad, smooth voice of a violin. Wilbur looked up for a moment to see Techno gliding his bow gracefully across the strings as his fingers waltzed across the violin’s neck. The music soared through the air as a breeze picked up flower petals and leaves that had been strewn around the courtyard.
Tommy didn’t know too much about how music was made or the techniques people used to play instruments. What he did know was that music helped him feel his emotions more deeply and detailed than anything else. That was another reason why his disks meant so much to him. They helped him remember special moments—the good and the bad—and how he felt. This song that Wilbur and Techno were playing felt no different. As the beautiful duet continued playing, he could feel happiness, and a smile spread on his face. But, at the same time, the music sounded sad, and Tommy felt a weight on his chest as his heart seemed to break. The music was carrying his heart with it now, with hope and sadness mixing together, intertwining in this beautiful art called music.
As Philza listened intently to the music, he was watching Techno and trying to take a mental picture of this moment. Techno’s face was scrunched in concentration, but a sad smile danced on his face. At one point in the music, where the violin had a more distinct part, Philza could swear he saw tears slide down Techno’s face. Techno locked eyes with Phil and smiled widely as he pulled his bow across the strings, letting a note ring in the air for a few moments before pulling his bow back down. Philza found the movements mesmerizing and stared at his friend for a moment before looking at Tommy and Wilbur. They all looked so happy and content.
Oh, how I wish it could be like this forever…
Wilbur and Techno finished the piece of music, and Tommy and Philza clapped. Techno reached down to Wilbur, who grabbed Techno’s hand as he placed his guitar gently on the grass. The two now side by side, hand in hand, they bowed and came back up smiling. Techno released his hand and clapped for Wilbur, then Wilbur clapped for Techno. They all smiled as Techno stood there, his eyes squinting as he smiled.
“It’s time,” he said.
“Time for what?” asked Tommy, asking the question on everyone’s minds.
Pixels started to flow over Techno, appearing out of nowhere, changing his appearance to that of his Minecraft avatar. The courtyard suddenly grew very blocky as the pixels that covered Techno spread to cover the rest of the environment, including Wilbur, Tommy, and Philza. The pixels felt a little ticklish as they reverted to their Minecraft avatars.
“Time to say…” Techno started.
Suddenly, their surroundings went pitch black.
“Wait!” cried Wilbur. He felt his mouth form the word, but nothing came out. It was like he was in the Void, but darkness took up every inch.
As suddenly as it came, the blackness went.
They found themselves in a house. Many of them hadn’t been there—at least in a long time—but it felt familiar. Suburban. The house was decorated with all sorts of Minecraft, pig, and YouTube memorabilia. A diamond play button hung on a wall next to a family picture. In the middle of the room was a bed neatly made, with a small white dog curled on the bed. Medical devices and medicine filled some of the space on the tables and the floor.
And none of them were dressed as their avatars. They all wore their typical clothes that they wore before they logged in. Tommy was in his trademark red and white shirt, Wilbur was wearing a goldenrod sweatshirt, and Philza was wearing a graphic tee with hardcore heart-embroidered wristbands adorning his wrists.
Philza yelled, “Techno? Where are you?”
Techno came in from another room.
“I’m here,” he announced, causing the white dog to get off the bed and leap into Techno’s arms. “Hi, Floof,” said Techno, who now had short brown hair, glasses, and a shirt from his own merch line.
Philza gave Techno another hug as Floof licked both of their faces.
“I wanted to show you all one last thing,” said Techno. He waved his hand over the bed, and a type of projection appeared in the bed. It showed a bald man with glasses and an oxygen tube laying in bed. As the man faced the other way in bed, Tommy gasped.
Wilbur worked up the courage to ask, “Is…is that you?”
Techno nodded as Floof whimpered. “That’s who I was,” he said. “Before I finished my life’s mission. Before I died.”
“You look like you were in a lot of pain,” commented Tommy. “How did you do it?”
Techno replied, “I did it the only way I know how—to face it head on, without fear, and accepting what comes.”
“How could you just accept it?” said Philza. “The world wasn’t ready to lose you— I wasn’t ready to lose you!” Philza was crying now.
Techno put a hand on Philza’s shoulder. “It was time.”
“But we weren’t ready…” Philza trailed off.
“There’s something I need to do that I can’t do when I’m with you all,” replied Techno.
“What’s that?” asked Wilbur, ever curious.
Techno smirked. “I can’t 1v1 God from earth, now, can I?”
That warranted a snort from Tommy.
“But really, in all seriousness, I’ve done my time on Earth. I’ve done everything I needed to do. And it’s time to move onward and upward. That goes for you, too, Floof.”
Techno placed Floof on the floor, and the dog sat expectantly, whimpering and pawing at Techno’s foot. Techno waved his hand again, and the bedroom faded away as a grassy green field appeared with a blue sky and blocky clouds overhead. They were no longer the only ones there. Countless individuals in a crowd of billions, including fellow members of the DreamSMP, Techno’s father, and what Wilbur, Philza, and Tommy presumed were Techno’s family, were standing in the field. Techno smiled as he looked at them.
“My death is but another step in the lives of all these people. These are the lives I’ve touched. I hope they will carry on my legacy. And I trust that each of you will, too.”
Floof barked as everyone else nodded.
“Remember me,” Techno said, “Promise?”
“Every time I see a wither skull or axe,” said Tommy, crossing his arm across his chest and placing his hand over his heart.
“Every time I see a pig or violin,” said Wilbur, putting his hand over his heart.
“Every time I see an emerald or potato,” said Philza, making the same gesture as the other two.
“No crossed fingers?” asked Techno.
Everyone held their left hand up as Techno chuckled. “Good.”
Techno gave each of them one last hug, including his family. He then turned his back, taking a few steps forward. A light from above shone around him, and any grass the light touched had yellow and red rose petals scattered on it. Techno took one look over his shoulder, gave a salute, and said:
“See you on the other side. So long nerds.”
He started to fade away from view as a diamond sword stabbed in the ground appeared, with a golden crown and a red king’s cape hung around the hilt.
“Technoblade never dies!” shouted Philza. The rest of the crowd followed suit, echoing, “Technoblade never dies!”
Techno gave one last trademark chuckle before completely disappearing.
Everything went white.
———————
Philza sat up with a start. He was in his bed back on the server.
Was that real? It was it all just a dream?
On his blanket, he saw a perfect yellow rose that seemed to be golden. A glint of green caught the sunlight and caused light to dance around the room. Phil noticed it was coming from inside the rose. A purple ribbon tied a note to the rose’s stem. The note read:
For Philza. Now you always can remember me.
Philza chuckled. “Ah, Tech…”
An expletive came from somewhere in the cabin. “Did anyone else have that weird dream?”
“Yes, Tommy,” came Wilbur’s voice. “I think it’s safe to say we all got those yellow or gold roses, too.”
“Phil-l!” whined Tommy. “Did you get a flower?”
Philza got to his feet and headed out to where he guessed Tommy and Wilbur were.
“Yes, mate,” he said. Tommy ran over to him to inspect his rose. “Awwwwh, you have an emerald in yours?”
Wilbur walked over and calmly put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Tommy, that’s enough. Maybe there’s something special about yours.”
Tommy put the golden rose with a few red petals to his eye. “Well, nothing that I can see beyond the red, you idiot.” Tommy was raising it down as he suddenly perked up. “Wait…” he put the rose to his ear. “I hear one of my discs!” He lowered the rose, then brought it back up. “And now I hear the other disc!” He brought it to his ear once more. “It’s the first disc again!”
“What does that note say?” asked Philza.
Tommy cleared his throat as he flipped the note over. “It says: ‘To Theseus. Thanks for the yellow rose—you inspired me.’”
Wilbur inspected his rose, which was tipped with a royal blue color, and held it up to his ear. His eyes widened. “It’s the song I played with Technoblade.” Wilbur lowered the rose, his eyes still wide, and flipped the note tag over.
“‘To Wilbur. You might need a bit of blue.’” Wilbur was caught off-guard by the Ghostbur reference, but he sighed and smiled anyway.
“So what now?” asked Tommy.
“We do what he wanted us to do—to move on, remembering him and his legacy,” said Philza. “I don’t know if we’ll ever be the same. I don’t think we ever will. But I can’t help but think this is the start of a new era for all of us.” Philza wrapped an arm around both Tommy and Wilbur as he looked at the photo of the three of them with Techno. Philza noticed a piece of paper peeking out from behind the frame and picked it up, discovering there were three pieces hiding behind the frame. The side he picked them up on said: “One last thing…”As he flipped the strange pieces of paper around, they all discovered it was a picture of the four of them in the courtyard, as if an invisible being had taken it when they were there. Techno was playing his violin, Wilbur was playing his guitar, and Philza and Tommy were sitting—rather picturesquely, Philza would add— and enjoying the music. Philza gave Tommy and Wilbur their own copies of the photo, then they set out.
Tommy yelled from far ahead: “Bye!”
“Bye for now,” said Wilbur.
“See you ‘round,” said Philza, “And be safe!”
As the two young men ran into the forest, Philza glanced over in the direction of where Technoblade’s cabin was and saw a pig emerge from the forest. Philza immediately ran to get a carrot on a stick, a saddle, and a name tag. He etched the letters “Technoblade” onto the name tag using his anvil, then ran after the pig, who was still wandering around aimlessly. He placed the saddle on the pig and pulled out the carrot on a stick, guiding the pig to the pen where his horses were. Philza touched the pig with the name tag, and a crown appeared on its head.
No way…Even Minecraft wants to remember his legacy!
Philza rubbed the pig under its chin and looked up to see the stars start to appear in the sky. He touched his rose with a hand and realized it was firm, yet flexible—like it would never die. He smiled and said:
“Technoblade never dies.”