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Fire is the element of organized and fast chaos, and who better to embody that tenet than TangoTek.
Ever since he had crawled out of the Nether, stepping foot on the fresh green grass of the Overworld, feeling the air begin to circulate and agitate his flames, he felt a heightened sense of being. An energification, if you may.
As such, he constantly felt buzzed, in a way, feeling even less exhaustion then he normally would, back in the Nether.
Even after he smoked out his hair in preparation for his new vampiric identity, all to add to the atmosphere of Decked Out 3, he felt that buzz of excess energy underneath his skin.
But even fire becomes tired, when it runs out of fuel and combustion power. And, although Tango hated to admit it, his levels were getting pretty low.
Not his physical saturation, of course, he always at least tried to keep his hunger bars up, but his mental capacities were waning.
Players didn’t technically need to sleep, but it helped keep their minds clear and fresh if they took a nap on occasion. Going AFK, or what the trance-like state when players needed a break was called, gave a multitude of benefits beyond just letting farms churn out products.
However, Tango couldn’t rest now!
He still had a thousand things to do, houses to build, mobs to farm and capture, resources to farm, on and on and on! If he rested now, he would fall behind, and Decked Out wouldn’t be finished before the other hermits were done with their own builds.
He trusted them to not move on without him, especially since Tango’s games were always a reviving factor for the server.
But, that didn’t change the fact that he wanted it done. There was so much for his to do, so no time for resting.
Smoke billowed faster out of his skull, small sparks beginning to light, as his thoughts raced faster. So much to do, so little time.
He had to get back to it, right now! There was a river to be made, glass panes and glow lichen to be placed, and a game to run!
As Tango swept like a wildfire out of his storage room, now carrying various shulkers full of the materials for his soon-to-be-built river, he stumbled, elytra catching on the edge of a chest.
He crashed down, hard, into the cold, unyielding floor of his storage room, the faint clanking of copper columns echoing around him.
Gosh darn it, that hurt.
But really, now that he was down here, the floor was comfortable. Sometimes fire needed rest too, and sometimes chaos needed a snooze.
And his eyes were soooo heavy, and wow that floor was nice. He’d just take a small break, then get back to it.
Yeah, a few ticks and he’d be working on the riverrr. . .
“Hey, Tango, buddy, you around? I got another load of glow lichen for you!”
Impulse stepped into Tango’s storage room, glancing around for the other player. He had been a bit concerned when Tango hadn’t responded to his messages, and when he hadn’t been in the skeleton of Decked Out 3.
“Huh.” Impulse looked down, staring at the curled up form of Tango. His smokey hair was burning low, wisping slightly with every slow, even breath, and he was clutching a shulker box like a toy.
Impulse smiled. He hadn’t seen Tango go AFK or sleep in some time. He placed the shulker of glow lichen down quietly next to Tango, adding a sign on top.
Then, still smiling slightly, Impulse crouched out of the room. Tango needed his rest, and Impulse would talk to him another time.