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*pop* Coming into existence isn’t painful. It just is. Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself properly. I’m Kuszas, and I’m a creeper. I'm getting closer to my target. They’re taking a step backwards. A step towards me! *hissssss* They turn toward me and their mouth rips open in a silent scream. They sprint away, and I don’t detonate with them out of range. I wander around their temporary base for a bit. It’s not much, but it’s interesting. They’re using non-native wood to build it. Their presence dims in my mind; I should go closer to them before I de- *pop*