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⚠️Yo chat the chapter is still under construction⚠️
‘Jamato, I’m telling you this isn’t possible!’
‘Yes, Spoke. I know. But you have to understand that-‘
‘Understand WHAT, exactly. I can see perfectly that this server is FALLING APART, Jamato. Why won’t you listen to me?’
‘Spoke. Just calm down for once. I-‘
‘I swear bro, this item shouldn’t exist! You know what bro, just look’ and he threw the enchanted diamond chest plate to the ground. Hard.
The chest plate hit the ground with a force that could almost shatter it. Jamato picked it up, observing the enchantments.
’If it looks like this, then my experiment worked.’
’Wh-What?? Jamato, what kind of experiment did you even do to achieve this??’
’If you just shut the FUCK up, Spoke, then I could show you.’
‘Oh my goddddd bro fineeee’
Jamato facepalmed.
‘Dude. Actually just follow me already.’
‘Ughhhhhhhhhhhh’
At that moment, Jamato wanted to bash Spoke’s head in.
He had to drag Spoke back to his vault as he whined and whined about some ‘important meeting’ or whatever
~Back in JamatoP’s vault~
Spoke crossed his arms.
‘So’ a sneer crossed his face ‘What kind of shitty knickknack did you want to show me again?’
Jamato facepalmed. Again.
‘I told you it isn’t shitty, and it certainly is NOT a knickknack.’
Spoke took a step forward, getting in Jamato’s face.
‘Oh yeah? What is it then?’
‘Just follow me already.’
‘Whatever you say bro.’
‘This,’ He said, waving his arms excitedly, ‘is my super-duper awesome secret vault!’
He thought he looked pretty damn cool right now.
Spoke thought he looked like an overgrown toddler.
‘Look dude. This type of enchantment is only possible in old versions of Minecraft. Do you see us in a blocky, badly textured world right now?’
Spoke shook his head.
‘See what I’m talking about, Spoke? Then why is this armor enchanted with all four protection enchantments, hm?’
Spoke was either not listening or didn’t care, as he just looked at Jamato with his signature’I don’t give a fuck’ stare.
Jamato sighed.
‘Just get in the vault.’
Spoke “happily” obliged.
’Okay. You know what? I’ll just show you.’
He then led Spoke to the first glitch, a spliced portal.
Spoke stared in awe. Or was it horror? Jamato couldn’t tell..
’Dude. What the fuck is that?’
Spoke’s voice startled him out of his thoughts.
’This, Spoke, is a portal that has been cut in half!’ Jamato said with a grin.
‘Yes I can see that. But still, WHAT THE FUCK?? And most importantly, how??’
’Nevermind that right now. Look at this first.’ And he pointed to a skeleton.
Now that skeleton might’ve seemed normal to any other person, but if they had looked closer, they would’ve seen that the skeleton wasn’t holding a bow.
Spoke blinked.
A skeleton. Without a bow.
’Oh my goodness bro HOW???’
’Just wait until you see THIS.’ Jamato said as he pointed at a set of redstone trimmed netherite armor (or armour for the brits).
’What are you talking about bro this is just normal netheri- OH MY GOD??’
Jamato chuckled.
’Yeah, crazy right?’
[im sorry im not writing bro yapping about the block machine thing]
‘I- wait, Jamato. Isn’t this dangerous for the server? It’s gonna make it even more unstable, isn’t it?’
‘Well- Shit. You know what? You’re right. Let’s keep this between the two of us, mkay?’
‘Uh. Sure? Also, remember to like, start with the safer ones first. No one else can find out about this.”
‘Aight bro.’
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‘Hey- wait a second. Don’t you think we should, you know, find an actual exploit that works first? Like, maybe a duping glitch or something so we can get resources?’
Jamato spun around to look at Spoke, grinning.
’Hey, you might actually have a good idea for once!’
‘Oh shut it.’ Spoke said without any heat.
’And, all we need is one singular shulker box! It’s gonna be so easy to get.’
Spoke shook his head and chuckled. He forgot how nice it could be when he spent time with Jamato sometimes.
’Okay bro I’m off to the end, I guess.’
’Good luck man!’
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With the crunching of dried moss and crumbling stone bricks beneath his feet, Spoke set off. His new chest plate weighed heavy as he walked and walked in the stronghold, trying to find the end portal room.
’I could literally be doing anything else but why not.’
The glow of lava lit the portal room up, the shadow of the ender portal frames casting against the voidling’s stance. The twelve ender eyes had already been placed in their respective frames, the green shifting to blue as they shimmered. Spoke stepped into the abyss of the portal, transporting himself to the end.
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His netherite boots clinked on the obsidian, and with the platform being blocks away from the main island, Spoke had to make a choice.
He could either use an enderpearl or bridge over, but his supply of pearls was running out, so he had to bear with.
Spoke squinted, only seeing the void in the distance, and, a purple blob??
He heard a voice call out in the distance, but he couldn’t make out who the purple guy (teehee) was yet.
’Yo Spoke!’
Looking closer, he realized that the person in the distance was Wemmbu.
The demon glided over with his wings spread out, grinning like a chesire.
’Spoke! I haven’t seen you in ages! Where have you been?’
(I refuse to believe that they didn’t know each other before canon uu)
’Yoooo Wemmbu is that you? Bro its actually been so long. We might have to catch up later though. I’m a man on a mission right now.’
Wemmbu’s grin didn’t falter. ‘Yeah, I actually have to leave anyway.’
’Wait, what are you even doing in the end?’
’Uhhh.. Just a little side hobby project thing- Hold on a second. Spoke, where exactly did you get that armour from? I don’t recall you wearing netherite the last time I saw you.’
Spoke hesitated a bit before responding.
‘Uhm- I actually just went mining and enchanted it at the zombie farm!’
He cringed at his own words. Yeah, great job Spoke. Reaaalllll convincing bro.
Wemmbu tilted his head, smile wavering for just a second, before it returned with full force.
‘D’alrighttt dude. If you say so.’
‘Okay bro, I seriously have to go now. Good luck on your project!’
The side of Spoke’s mouth quirked up.
‘But.. is that really what you're doing or is it just an excuse to cover up something else?’
He swore he saw Wemmbu stiffen up, or maybe that was just his imagination.
‘Spoke, how about you take a look at this shulker box here?’
Wemmbu gestures at the purple box he had just placed, seemingly telling Spoke to take a look inside.
The voidling only hesitated momentarily before opening the box.
‘WOAH- HOLY SHIT? WEMMBU HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET ALL THIS?’
Wemmbu stared at him with a deadpan look.
‘Dude you only get to drop a few F bombs in one chapter. Or the author’s gonna have to change the rating of the fic AGAIN.’
Spoke atleast had the audacity to look sheepish.
‘Sorry man, got carried away for a sec.’
‘Anyways, good luck finding an elytra!!’
And Wemmbu jumped into the bedrock frame of the end portal, nearly hitting his head.
Spoke grumbled.
‘Cheeky bastard. How am I supposed to get a shulker box or an elytra now?’
The end dimension didn’t seem to care as the wind kept blowing whether he could get his materials or not.
The chill of the air made Spoke shiver as he went to the edge of the main island and started bridging over to the portal that led to the outlying islands, far away from the main server.
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Sighing, Spoke landed on the bleak floors of endstone once again and started looking for an end city.
Walking among the towering chorus plants, he looked around (hamilton ref???) for any nearby end cities since he didn’t have an elytra to fly further away and find end cities away from the main server.
He heads to the first end city he sees, and he hopes, he prays, that there were shulkers there.
But the world just seemed to LOVE psychologically tormenting Spoke, because he couldn’t find a shulker anywhere for the next 5 HOURS.
His legs were aching by the time he found his 19th end city, and he stepped inside, praying to Mojang that there were at least 2 shulkers inside.
He steps inside, and- FUCKING FINALLY!! This end city actually had shulkers in it.
‘Oh my Notch that took so long.’
Spoke’s hands were shaking by the time he had collected both the shulker shells needed to make a shulker box.
To be fair, he did chug 3 energy drinks just to stay awake and get the materials (for the grind ofc) but hey! At least he finally got his shulker. Big whoop.
He exhaled. Welp. Time to get back to the Overworld. This shit was such a hassle, he didn’t know why he even bothered with this.
Oh yeah. Because of his lifelong friend, JamatoP. And maybe possibly because the exploits entailed this one singular shulker too.
He groaned again, he swore he could hear his bones already creaking from overusing them in such a short span of time.
Wooden planks creaked as Spoke slowly made his descent back onto the ground, supporting his weight as he retraced his steps back to the portal that could teleport Spoke back to the main island.
Feet grazing upon the endstone on the main island once more, Spoke was already completely fucking done with his stupid life and wanted nothing more than to end it all where he was standing.
Nevertheless, he just tiredly hopped into the end portal and away to spawn he went.
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