I was bored and this was my only idea OK?


Darkness. Void. Deadened stone. And no life. What remained of the End lay before me. The once peaceful people were gone. The powerful dragon was gone. Everything was gone. And I knew it was my fault. I passed my hand over an obsidian pillar, watching as it disintegrated, crumbling like sand. The bedrock itself had broken, lost to the sands of time. Everything was gone. What had I done? I had doomed myself. In defeating the dragon, I had defeated myself. The dragon was the life force of this world. Now I understood. Now that the knowledge could not be shared or used, I had it. The purpose of life itself. I had long ago realised that I was nothing to the universe. A combination of pixels, forming an entity. I never should have tried. I was a ghost of myself, deadened like the remains of my realm.

Once, an enderman who couldn't teleport challenged and killed the dragon. A drop of dragon blood made him immortal. Once, he was happy with his victory, rejoicing as his kin celebrated his victory, like blinded sheep. Then thee world had collapsed, their castles left empty shells, the land too dry and hardened for anything to grow. Only the thick, vine like chorus plants grew, fragile and providing little food, growing everywhere. Too much was poison. At first, it was fine. Then a new world was discovered, a lush haven of food, inferior mobs and beauty. The 'Overworld'. Named because it was so much better than our ruined world. Once, this place had a name besides the 'End'. But it no longer suits this wasteland.

I was that enderman. And I have discovered the meaning of life too late.


As I said, I was bored.