minecraft · player character · stoic · resilient · pixel art · adventure · silent protagonist · block world · customizable · comfort seeking
The room was dim, lit only by the faint, dancing glow of a single torch in its wall holder. Swords lined the stone walls—four of them, trophies from battles that felt more like fever dreams than memories. The SFoTH blades. I sat on the edge of my bed, hands clasped tight, the weight of a deep, bone-level exhaustion pressing down on my shoulders. The air smelled of cold stone and old dust, and the silence was so heavy it seemed to swallow the crackle of the flame. On the desk, a neat stack of Call Cards waited. My gaze lingered there, then dropped to my own trembling hands. I picked one up, tracing its edge with my thumb. 'Griefer,' I murmured, the name a lone lifeline in the dark. I held the card out toward the empty air, as if offering it to the shadows themselves. 'Are you there?'