My Poem About the End of the World

I see the player you mean. I saw the player you were talking about. 2:[PLAYERNAME]? (Player name)? 1: Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. Yes. Careful. He has now reached a higher state. He can read our thoughts. 2: That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. 2: It's harmless. He thinks we are part of the game. 1: I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. 1: I like this player. He played well. He didn't do anything halfway. 2: It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. 2: He reads our thoughts in the form of words that appear on the screen. 1: That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. 1: When he is deeply involved in the dream of the game, he always imagines all kinds of things in this way. 2: Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. 2: Text creation creates a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And it's less scary than staring into reality behind a screen. 1: They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. 1: Before the player could read, they also heard sounds. People who have never played the game call players witches and warlocks. Players dream of themselves soaring through the sky on demonic-enchanted sticks. 2:What did this player dream? 2: What did this player dream about? 1: This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. 1: He dreamed of sunshine and trees. Dreamed about fire and water. He dreamed that he created. I also dreamed of his destruction. It dreamed that he was hunting, and it also dreamed of being hunted. He dreamed of the shelter. 2: Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? 2: Ha, that original interface. After a million years, it's still working. But what real structure did this player create in the reality behind the screen? 1: It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the §f§k§a§b§3, and created a §f§k§a§b§3 for §f§k§a§b§3, in the §f§k§a§b§3. 1: He toiled, along with millions of other players, to create a real world in the fold of [garbled] and a [garbled] for [garbled] in [garbled]. 2: It can not read that thought. 2: He couldn't read that thought. 1: No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. 1: No. He has not yet reached the highest level. In order to reach that level, he must complete the long dream of life, not the short dream in the game. 2: Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? 2: Does he know that we love him? Does he know that the universe is benevolent? 1: Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. 1: Sometimes, in the cacophony of his thoughts, he heard the universe. Yes. 2: But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. 2: But many times he fell into sadness, in those long dreams. He created a world without summer, and he trembled under the black sun, seeing his sad creation as the real world. 1: To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We can not interfere. 1: Trying to heal his grief will destroy him. Working through his grief was a personal matter for him. We cannot interfere. 2: Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. 2: Sometimes when they are deep in their dreams, I want to tell them that they have created a real world in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them how important they are to the universe. Sometimes, when they have lost their true connection with the universe for a short period of time, I want to help them speak the words they fear. 1: It reads our thoughts. 1: He reads our thoughts. 2:Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely §f§

There is a kind that insists on calling zombies, There is a kind of precision called Xiaobai, There is a kind of sacrifice called creepy, There is a kind of speed called Xiaohei, There is a kind of damage called the ender dragon, There is a kind of unruliness called withering, There is a soul named Steve, There is a legend called HIM, There is a bottom line called the poem of the end There is a belief called MC. I have no regrets about joining MC in this life, and will be a square person again in the next life. Salute to MC! !

Is the protagonist Hongshi powerful? For example, would a bomber do it? For another example, can iron brushing be done?

The upper world and the lower world are two worlds. The end and hell are at constant war. The upper world contains zombies, humans, skeletons, villagers, players, spiders, and creepers. Each one is a country. Moreover, there are various temples on the continent, as well as various weapons (modules). In the original world, fishing rods can only be used for fishing. Have you ever thought that in this world, fishing rods can be used to fly over walls and walls? The protagonist establishes something on this continent. The player's setting is global travel, which means that everyone on the entire planet has traveled across the world. I can't think of anything later.

Writing a book is not easy, so come on, author!

Does my king know that we love him? I don't know, he is still struggling alone in that world Alone? Would you consider tame animals as companions? It's so sad to think so Really? God does not need to depend on others I remember you hated God Those two worlds have different definitions of God. My king is not alone Do you mean the person who identifies with my king in that world? Exactly Those short lives cannot always be with you, so my king will not care too much. My king is gentle and did not tell them the truth My king is indifferent and does not tell them the truth Some people say that my king is a miner who died or a monster academy teacher. Some people say that my king is Steve's other personality or the Creator God. Maybe this is all true Maybe this is all fake In fact, no matter which My king is my king Those people do not recognize the existence of my king There is no need for those people to acknowledge the existence of my king. After all, it was not those people who created my king It is impossible for those people to create my king My world is that world My world is not that world either My world is a story wrapped in truth rather than the naked truth no matter what the truth is My king must be watching this world silently from some corner White eyes shining in the dark It is the only faith in my world I once climbed high into the sky, looked down at the blue sky, and imagined the prosperity of civilization at that time. I once fell into the void, looked up at the black bedrock, and imagined the majesty of the war at that time Now they are long gone History is forgotten, the truth is covered My world has reached an incredible balance Comfort even leads people to consider the End Gatekeeper as their ultimate enemy If I were really in that era I will definitely give my loyal hands to my king sword in my hand I will only wave for my king Will my king be victorious in the battle for gods? My king may bleed, but he will never be defeated Is my king still in my world? God will not die! My king is undefeated! For eternity! Who are you? Who are you? I am you You are me too

Actually, now I feel that writing novels really depends on the readers. If no one reads it, I really don't have the motivation to think about the plot. Besides, what I write is pure MC. Although, writing any kind of novel has difficulties, but only when someone reads it can I have the confidence to update it. At first I was sure I didn't care if anyone read it, but if no one really read this kind of thing, it would be meaningless to write it. Especially in reality, the author has a lot of boring work to do. At this time, the idea of ​​discontinuing the book is particularly strong. Alas, I began to feel that this book was not interesting at all.

Come on, author I am a die-hard MC, I hope you can continue writing

My world has no ending, so this book will never end at all.

In fact, the prototype of Alice is male. He is the gay friend of the author of Minecraft, a blond man. When creating female characters, the author could never forget his gay friend. So... The Alice in my hand no longer smells good.