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“I would rather die standing than live kneeling.”
The blood which stained my hands,
It was never meant to be like this,
Ace.
Why, why did you have to do this?
I was so close, so- so close,
To restoring this server to its former stability,
To finally serve justice to those who had no place in this world.
I guess it’s true,
That even those closest to you,
Can change in a moment.
I won’t stop to serve justice to this server,
I won’t give up on my ideals,
Not for anything.
If you’re in my way,
I’ll make an offer,
I’ll try to make you see the same way I do.
But if you don’t…
I’m sorry,
But you can’t be trusted outside of custody.
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The sun was blinding,
The pain pierced through my mind first.
It was agony,
It felt horrible not having any armor on,
It made me remember how I was in the past,
Civilization, after civilization, it never ended.
And now…
It’s happened again,
I’m nothing.
The scars on me,
The burns,
The outcome of my unending desire.
Why did this happen?
Where did I go wrong?
…
It was worth it,
At least I tried.
(or was it?)
(im not perfect as i say, now am i?)
(if i was truly perfect this wouldnt have happened)
(seeing as ive failed, surrendering seems to be the only option)
(i dont want to have to hide from the world)
(even if everyone hates me,)
(even if everyone wants me dead.)
The sun shone,
But it was covered by clouds eventually.
(mirroring the way my hope faded)
Will this server ever really get its justice?
The justice that it so desperately needs?
And will I ever be free
From this unending failure
In everything I’ve done?
They always say try again,
That it’s just one mistake,
But it’s always ended in heartbreak.
Always ended in nothing.
Always ended in regret.
Always ended in pain.
The blood that covered my hands,
Was it from I,
Or the people I’ve killed?
Thousands,
Thousands,
And many more.
Maybe not all were by my hands,
But I was the one who sent them to die,
To their deaths,
To their ends.
Was it worth it?
The blood that stained me,
A taint,
A reminder,
Something I’ll never forget.
(would i really have been a good king?)
(would i really have been able to bring justice to the server?)
(or was it all a hope,)
(and was it never meant to be.)
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1000 diamonds?
I’m never getting that-
I’m stuck.
I’m going to be stuck here forever.
That’s what I thought,
Until,
He showed up.
In just a few days,
He was already giving us diamond blocks to escape,
After making several dangerous attempts to get them.
We weren’t anyone important,
We were just random players,
Yet he still helped us,
Like a true king.
I was able to escape thanks to him,
And when I got on the boat to leave,
I made up my mind to become like him.
I aspired to be such a person,
Someone who would help the server,
Someone who would bring justice,
Someone who would keep the players of this server safe!
A person who would rid of all wrong,
A person who would keep those who posed a threat in custody to make sure they never killed another again.
To make sure they never exploited someone’s vulnerability again.
And so,
I recruited an army,
To begin my quest to become the king of this server!
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Why?
Why had I been so naive?
So oblivious,
So unknowing.
It was never meant to end up like this.
I can’t let this be another failure.
No-
. . .
And now I’m back to being nothing but a
FAILURE.
Weak,
Vulnerable,
All that I swore to change.
All that I swore to end.
Nothing.
There’s nothing left for me,
I’m truly alone.
Trust.
How I hate that word.
I’ve trusted,
I’ve been trusted,
I used to trust,
But it always ended in unjust.
Deceit,
Lies,
Manipulation,
All of these are horrible things to do.
(and yet I did them)
(and yet I was deceitful)
(and yet I was a liar)
(and yet I was manipulative.)
(how hypocritical i must be)
(parrot is right)
(i was never trying to save the server)
(i just wanted to be king for my own selfish desires)
(my ideals)
(and thats why im standing here today)
(stripped of all my armor)
(one shot away from death)
(and yet im still breathing)
(when i shouldnt)
(and ive been spared)
(when i deserve to die)
(lie after lie)
(failure after failure)
(i was never meant to be something)
(my innocence, my joy, my happiness, an abyss)
(empty,)
(no longer the same)
I regret it,
Really, I do.
But there’s nothing that can be done,
Left to be unstable for all eternity.
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