9b9t: Seed

That was six months ago. I still play. I still die. I still respawn somewhere random, shivering in a dirt hole, listening for the hiss of TNT or the silent drop of an end crystal.

Fresh.

The chest at the bottom wasn't made of wood. It was obsidian. Inside, one item: a book. Written by , the admin who never speaks, never logs on, never confirms or denies anything. 9b9t seed