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Contrary to popular belief, Wemmbu was locked in with his upload schedule. He was usually making a video or on the way to upload one. Hobby into a job removes the fun it's no joke. Before in school he would always hop onto MC, now he could not do it casually without thinking of the next scene and new storylines. And what else on Minecraft has he not already done?
For now, it is work time, while he was editing in the playful massacre as the epic mace fight starts. Suddenly, a Discord ping distracted his attention. “I should have muted Discord. “Wemmbu thinks. He usually is locked in especially with the extra long video 4 hours video.
Flame: I think u forgot to log out of the server dude
Wemmbu: bro…
Wemmbu: is that why my fans actually are making sounds
Flame: the fans complaining about ur uploads man
Wemmbu: ty
Wemmbu clicked on his Minecraft screen, it nicely overlapped with the footage in editing software. Before he could click on the Esc button, he felt his mouse was sucking him into the screen. “WTF”, he screeched and his whole body launched forward into Minecraft. All that was left was a soft clank with the mouse dropping on the floor.
The gravity immediately made him sick, “Fuck” he shouted. A flash of an image entered… Was that anchen?! His life was also flashing before his eyes. Is this how he is going to end? With a splat. Parrot would not forgive him if he missed the recording.
The floor was moving closer and closer. Before, it opened up. “Oh great my life extended for a few more seconds.” He thought grimly. Only then did he notice there were thousands of people falling with him.
“Ah? Group suicide. Awesome cult.” He thought “People suicide offen died from the fear rather than the fall.. itself.” And he fainted.
Wemmbu thought he was going to be targeted as he was “royalty” quickly dis tangle himself from the web and made a dash for the forest.
It turned out there wasn’t a forest at all, he was slightly impressed by the purge. “This is strange through, I thought there would be more people chasing me.” He murmured under his breath. Everything was going so smoothly that something felt wrong. He struggled and continued to gear up and explore.
By the time Wemmbu encountered yungy he was in a decent gear situation.
“Hey stop,” yelled yungy “ Maybe we could work together, I know the map better than you! I work on the purge with arachnid.”
It wasn’t until they met the bandit King that something felt really off. “Wemmbu! How is that possible? I have you in my hands!”, The bandit king's jaws dropped in surprise.
“Bro,” Wemmbu shouted back,” Am I suppose to be dead?”
“Wemmbu” Yungy yelled “Is that you?”
Yungy pointed at a figure with purple hair exactly like Wemmbu only without armor and looks a lot worse for wear. He was probed by the shoulders surrounded by the bandits.
“No shit.”Said Wemmbu
The first thing Wemmbu saw was. “The bandit king?” Wemmbu whispered ” Twips, what happened?” Nobody was paying attention to him at all. There was a huge shouting match between Twips and himself?
“Fuck,” Wemmbu spat. His arms were gripped too tightly by the bandits. His brain was aching with constant throbbing. Some of his skin was drawing blood.
Wemmbu has never experienced kidnapping, doxxed maybe, but the closest thing was in Minecraft role play. That never hurts this badly.
His eyes were suddenly blinded without any notice. He could feel the beating of his heart beat getting louder and louder. There was a lot of shouting and pushing in the dark. He was shoved into the freezing water. He choked on it and