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After a week of working through the new annoying mechanic of shrinking and growing, Joel’s car was finally coming together. It had been very hard to get the shape right as he continually fell from shrinking as he crouched on the edges.
He tried not to grow too much as it just made him a bigger target for the blummin mobs that seemed to be spawning everywhere. He couldn’t seem to catch a break from the stray arrows of skeletons or the annoying punches of zombies wherever he went. Gem was having the same experience, trying to build a barn.
All things considered, Joel thought he had made pretty blummin good progress so far. He stood back and admired his work, black stone carved so perfectly that it almost emulated the real sheen of metal, beautifully reflecting in the sun, with the space for the glass panes carefully removed.
At the front, he’d improvised what would be Redstone lamps for the illusion of glowing, using white concrete. As he didn’t want to risk going to the blummin nether in the Life series, like an idiot (Martyn) seemed to try and do every season, he had improvised.
Joel sighed as he realised he still had so much glass to gather which meant shovelling sand, which was always a pain. He’d probably use stone shovels as well, because iron was far too important for them in such as small world.
Gem’s barn was also framing the scene of their little island, the red and white standing out from the bright green grass that Joel definitely needed to cut soon. There was always blummin jobs to do, couldn’t a man just bask in the glory of his cars every once in a while?
Well, car, singular, but depending on this weeks wildcard, maybe Joel could try and build another car?
Then again, that might be more than a little ambitious, as Grian had seen far too excited at the prospect of the next wildcard. Joel knew that his watcher friend was having an absolutely grand time torturing them all as part of these games.
Torturing was a strong word, considering everyone in the games knew how they were going to go, and their purpose, but still. These wildcards added a new level of difficultly, even for Joel.
Though everyone had still agreed, the sacrifices and emotion produced I this world being used by Grian to maintain their wards against other, far less friendly watchers. How Grian turned out so fine after being raised by the cult they were, Joel did not know.
How any of them turned out normal after every blummin thing they had gone through, Joel also did not know. He didn’t even know everyone’s past, but everything he heard hadn’t exactly painted the most pleasant picture. None of them had had easy childhoods, nor fun during their adolescent years.
But here Joel was, perfectly fine and normal now, building a car with his family, Gem. And what a beauty she was – the car, not Gem obviously. If she was the real thing, the weird technological advancement too expensive to have in most places, she’d be a powerful beauty, one to be envied.
Here on a world where even a base was revered with the lack of progress for teams this week, she was important. It meant safety and it was a symbol of the victory the were going to achieve soon.
Joel would win these life games with his blummin car, and no one would be able to stop him. He was too powerful like this, pure adrenaline running through his veins as he revelled in his work. None of his buildings had exhilarated him before, but there was something thrilling about building the impossible on a server where death was the only ending.
Now, If only he could get to actually killing the others, so it would just be him Gem and their car on the island. That would definitely be far more fun.