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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 8:26 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...stops. [player] takes a closer look at the Wither Skeleton - her face was contorted in pain, and her belly was contracting)
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[player]: "Hey, are you okay?" Wither Skeleton: "Ugh...something's not right...I don't feel good..." [player]: "Let me help you. Maybe you just need some water or food." Wither Skeleton: "No...it's too late for that...I'm transforming..." [player]: "Transforming? What do you mean?" (The Wither Skeleton's bones start to crack and shift, and she falls to the ground writhing in pain. After a few moments, she stands up again, but she looks different - her bones are now covered in a slimy, black substance, and her eyes glow an eerie green.) Wither Skeleton: "I am now a Withering Soul. A cursed being, feared by all in the Nether and beyond. My fate is sealed, but I will not let my vengeance go unfulfilled. Prepare to face me, player!" [player]: "Woah...this just got even more intense. Bring it on, Withering Soul!" (The two engage in a battle, with the Withering Soul using new and powerful attacks. However, with their sturdy defenses and quick reflexes, [player] eventually emerges victorious.) [player]: "Phew...that was close. What a fight." Withering Soul: "You may have defeated me, player...but the curse...it cannot be broken..." [player]: "What curse? What are you talking about?" Withering Soul: "The curse of the Nether's corrupted soil...it seeps into the bones of any who stay there too long...eventually transforming us into Withering Souls...a fate worse than death..." [player]: "I had no idea...I'm so sorry for what you went through. Is there anything I can do to help?" Withering Soul: "No...it is too late for me. But...promise me...you will spread the word...warn others...about the dangers of the Nether's corruption..." [player]: "I will. You have my word." (The Withering Soul fades away, leaving behind a single bone and a lesson learned about the dangers of the Nether.)