Maybe I’m Putting Too Much Blood But I Like Drawing It

It’s 3am and I gave Philza Sky cotl wings and imagining him shifting around doing the dances with them is to hilarious not to keep and now I can only see him with these.

He’s mad. No one knows what happened, but he’s mad.

I don’t actually know what he is but it looked cool so....

Ranboo: *plays clock sound* that’s all she wrote.

Ranboo fans: *visible confusion*

Dream SMP lore fans: *screaming*

Unus Annus fans: *IMMEDIATE CHANTING*

Ah yes, Ranboo Loud Cracked God My Beloved My Streamer Minecraft Underscore. My favorite Twitch streamer.

Tubbo was watching his old favorite YouTube videos and went “man I wish I could put these on here... wait... I CAN PUT THESE ON HERE!” And now we have nukes on the SMP.

Honestly, Ranboo just got a mad head start, rolled with it, and somehow we all agreed that this tall, funky, enderman boy was good and said he could stay. And I appreciate that.

A quick draw of these two because vampire Butter was hilariously stupid and ghost Kenny would %100 haunt all of his friends. I also haven’t been drawing as much which is why there’s a style difference.

So if you haven’t yet realized I’ve just recently started playing breath of the wild on the Nintendo.

Which would be great.

Exept my controls are literally awful and they move on their own so at some points i can’t switch weapons, or my menu will go back and forth on its own, or my aim will go off really far to the right, and most of the time link will just start moving in his own accord. So any shrine I do that has no flooring is probably the most rage inducing thing in this whole game.

I’ll deal with the pain of moving but LINK STOP THROWING YOURSELF INTO THE VOID.

I never had the moments of remembering the good old days, they’re gone. Just gone. Nothing comes up when I think of them.

But for some reason whenever I hear the music. That faint piano as I open up a YouTube video or maybe just as I turn up my music for once, I remember so much about my first life.

That dirt shack I made on the hill.

The giant tunnel underneath I build from top to bedrock.

The wooden treehouse surrounded by a fence because the tree wasn’t tall enough for me to stay on.

The cut off mountain I build my first brick house on.

The first time I used rails as they were introduced to the game. The stonecutters actually having a use for stone. Torches having to be placed absolutely everywhere they could because of their lighting range. That moment of frustration when I fell into lava with my stuff. The stacks of cobble left scattered in my chest.

But most importantly I remember the sunset over the water on my first night. Staring over the unexplored ocean that will keep its secrets from me forever. But the spawn area on the beach I first set foot on, watching as the sun started lowering past the small dirt hill that rose out of the water. The beauty in it as I watched from the safety of my shack, running out to get a better view. That image will forever be in my mind and I’ll despise the day I forget it.

And the fact that I died the same night to a zombie.