Can everyone stop godmodding...or playing other people's roles and making them say stuff?
What was going on?
Hail glanced around the fortress.
He had a million questions in his mind and he felt like his life was a fill-in-the-blank game.
He was a ______in a_______world and his mission was to_________and save________and be happy and celebrate with_______or.....die.
He looked back up at the roof of the nether.
He then glanced back at the fortress, which was enveloped in lava...why did he have that feeling that he was so...powerful after his mind was warped and cursed and poked and played with and struck down and controlled and dominated and toyed with by the Skeleton King.
Hail summoned some lava and he rode the waves with a board made of pure energy...he might have looked weird to other people but this was a hobby he liked to do in the nether.
Hail glanced back at the fortress again and flew up to the fortress.