You will never be a real 'crafter. You have no diamonds, you have no emeralds, you have no netherite. You are a 'blox player twisted by raisinty knockoffs and obsession into a crude mockery of Notch’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your friends are disgusted and ashamed of you, your villagers laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Mobs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed mobs to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even 'blox players who “mine” look uncanny and unnatural to a mob. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a creeper, ready to explode behind you under the unbearable pressure.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll get a lava bucket, place it down, and jump into the scolding hot magma. Your villagers will find you, overjoyed & relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury your items with a headstone marked with your birth game, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a 'blox player is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably that of a roblox players.


This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.