"Come to the End!" Fro told her. "It's fun there!"
I was mistaken.
When she first went there, she was struck with shock.
So many things were wrong with that place.
The Endermen were penned up in a large area, made entirely out of fences and wooden planks.
There was water surrounding the area, so they couldn't get out. There was no Endstone, no portal out, no Enderdragon.
And the worst part.
The worst part was what the server said when I entered.
Welcome to 'Enderfarm', Shado1Chan.
I couldn't even speak.
In a daze, she wandered through the mass of penned-up Endermen, her eyes on the ground the entire time. She couldn't think, her brain had just shut down.
Every day, I came back to that place. To check up on my people. To see how they were doing, if they were surviving again. And every day, they talked to me, their frustration at being trapped here in this abomination of the End, their sadness at their home being demolished and their forced living here. They tell me it isn't safe in the Overworld. I promise I'll protect them, over and over, and that they'll be safe.
She was wrong.
"No! Stop, please!"
"It's not against the rules, Shado."
"Don't kill my people!"
"I can kill as many fucking Endermen as I want."
"You don't understand!"
"Shado1Chan, please calm down. They're just Endermen."
"They are my people!"
MSG → CATSINSPACE66
I can't do anything, can I?
From: Catsinspace66
No, you can't.
MSG → CATSINSPACE66
I can't win this.
From: Catsinspace66
No, you can't.
MSG → CATSINSPACE66
What do I do?
From: Catsinspace66
I don't know! ;_;
I stand in the middle of the wooden area, my head to the ground. My people rage at the players safely in corners, beating them to death with their swords and fists. A single tear runs down my cheek.
I can't win this.