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Day 1
This, is Paragon.
Minecraft’s perfect prison.
Or, at least that’s what Spoke saw on a sign from one of the guards. He looked up at the obsidian prison.
He had one goal. That being, getting in to Paragon, and staying there without getting caught.
“Hmm… seems easy enough!” Spoke murmured to himself.
He potted invis, then dug down, blocking off his tracks with dirt.
Man, I wonder who built this prison. Well, whoever’s in it must’ve done something terrible! Spoke thought.
Or… they just trapped an innocent player in here.
After a while of mining, Spoke reached bedrock.
“Wow! Whoever made this must be rich!” He said aloud to himself. He started to mine the obsidian, after he mined it, he saw deep slate.
”Finally!” Spoke sighed in relief. I’ll make my secret base here… it’s easy to get out without getting spotted by guards.
He mined out an area to put his stuff in and then he had a great idea. He put obsidian and curved it to look like it was supposed to be there.
I’m so smart! Spoke thought proudly.
He made the stone he got into stone bricks, replacing the walls with them. He then put a bed, crafting table, furnace, and some wood stairs flipped upside down to look like counters.
“It’s looking good!!” Spoke happily said. He walked around the space.
Spoke looked up.
Wait! That’s a name tag! He quickly crouched. It said ParrotX2.
Parrot? Is he the one stuck here, or the one who created this? Or, I guess even a guard! But guards are invisible, Parrot isn’t.
Another name tag. It read Wifies.
Wait a minute—Wifies? Wasn’t he dead? Why was he alive now?
Spoke had so many questions he couldn’t answer. Were they trapped in the prison?
He didn’t have the time to think about that right now, he needed to stay hidden. It looked like they were mining.
Ugh… how longer will I have to stay crouched? This sucks! Spoke thought.
And so, he stayed crouched.
It only took like 30 minutes for their name tags to go away. He heard bits of their conversation. None of it was important, just talking about mining.
The only thing that weirded him out was that Wifies, was apparently alive. Even though he was supposed to be dead, or that’s what Parrot said.
Wait. Is there some sort of revival type thing? But that’s impossible!
Spoke sighed and sat down. He’d need some help…
and he knew just who to call.