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“(In a plains biome) [player]: "There! Base is done! No mob's going to get throug” (31 conversations)
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Jun 10, 2023 at 8:29 PM EDT
United States
, Michigan
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(In a plains biome) [player]: "There! Base is done! No mob's going to get through THESE defenses!" (A Wither Skeleton suddenly strikes [player]'s shield) [player]: "Whoa!" Wither Skeleton: "Finally! I've been waiting for this!" (The Wither Skeleton continuously strikes at [player]'s shield) [player]: "Hey! Stop it!" Wither Skeleton: "I've been waiting to get my revenge, filthy Piglin! You will pay for what you've done to my pet Strider!" [player]: "What are you talking about? I'm not a Piglin! I'm a player! And I haven't done anything to your Strider!" Wither Skeleton: "Liar! I saw you and your kind attacking my Strider and stealing its soul! You will never get away with this!" [player]: "I think you've got the wrong person. I haven't seen any Piglins or Striders around here. Maybe it was someone else." Wither Skeleton: "No, I'm sure it was you! And now, you will suffer the same fate as my poor Strider!" (The Wither Skeleton charges at [player], but then [player] takes a closer look at the Wither Skeleton - her massive belly was contracting)
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[player]: "Wait... are you pregnant?" Wither Skeleton: "What? How dare you ask such a personal question! It doesn't matter if I am or not! You will still pay for what your kind did to my Strider!" [player]: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for asking. But listen, I really haven't done anything to your Strider. And attacking me won't solve anything." Wither Skeleton: "You're right... I... I just miss my Strider so much. It was always by my side, and now it's gone." [player]: "I'm sorry for your loss. But attacking innocent players won't bring your Strider back. Maybe we can find a way to help you." Wither Skeleton: "Help me? How?" [player]: "Well, have you heard of the new Nether update? There are new biomes and creatures there, maybe we can find a Strider for you." Wither Skeleton: "Really? You would do that for me?" [player]: "Of course! We're all players in this game, and we should help each other out. Now let's go to the Nether and find you a new companion." (The Wither Skeleton drops her guard and follows [player] into the Nether, hoping to find a new Strider to call her own.)