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Where am I?

This place it isn't familiar to me

I stumble over to a nearby tree and lean against it, trying to keep myself together. But I just can't remember. I see a wall of some sorts in front of me. Maybe I can find some help over there?

As I take a step towards the enclosure, I hear a branch snap behind me. I twist and nearly fall over as I catch sight of a man in a green sweater and full armor. He's wearing a mask? The mask is painted into a permanent smile, it's gaze fixed on me.

I can barely breathe, and I feel stuck to the spot where I stand. The figure clad in green stands among the tall pine trees and, well, he's terrifying. But maybe I haven't upset him? The smile on his mask could mean friendliness. I shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet, maybe he can help me.

"H-Hello?" I weakly squeak.

The man says nothing, his mask still smiling at me. Suddenly, without warning, he raises a sword, pointing it at me. Nope, definitely not friendly.

I gasp, stepping back quickly. My foot catches a tree root and I fall on my back. As I scramble to stand back up, the masked man strolls out from beneath the shade of the pines and approaches me. "Your christening" I hear him mutter just as the blade of his sword flashes before my eyes.

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"Who was that?" I whisper, picking myself up and finding myself in the same clearing as before. I see the wall again, just twenty feet in front of me. It's made out of cobblestone and looks like an easy climb. Again I start towards it, when I hear a branch snap behind me. I twist and barely hold my balance as I catch sight of the man in a green sweater and full armor.

This time I don't hesitate to turn and run towards the wall. I hear his heavy footsteps behind me as I grab the top of the wall and throw myself over. I plummet to the ground and roll, but I waste no time scrambling back to my feet and sprinting away from the wall.

"RUN!" I hear someone scream. Out of the corner of my eye I see a girl with pink hair frantically pointing to a tall white building in the distance.

"I'M KINDA DOING THAT ALREADY!" I shout back at her.

"CROSS THAT BORDER AND HEAD TO CHURCH PRIME, HE CAN'T TOUCH YOU ON HOLY GROUND!"

I heed her instructions and

(Unfinished, but perhaps. This particular project is a Ranboo POV account of the DreamSMP so it will be rather time consuming in just the research alone. Also I haven't seen all of the VODs yet, so I need to locate those. Chances are this project will be inaccurate and forever unfinished. Anyways, fingers crossed I guess.)

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 18, 2021 ⏰

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