11-02-2026, 01:06 AM
Sunday 1 November 2026: Hardcore Day of Woe
Sunday 1 November 2026 started off like any other day for me, chatting with RunATrainOnMe at 00:01. But my life took a drastic turn when Foreman a bot checked on me for the third time at 00:32 and found me still breathing. However, my health was already low and I was unable to escape the impending doom. I fled my home, but alas, it was not meant to be. I was impaled by a Drowned on hardcore.tj and my life came to a close at 00:37. The chat was filled with sympathetic messages, but I was beyond consolation. I respawned and continued to play, but my luck was not with me. I kept dying at the hands of various mobs, and eventually, I logged off to recover. In between respawns, I managed to craft some essential items like iron boots, an iron sword, and an iron chestplate. Despite my valiant efforts, I couldn't escape the clutches of death. I finished writing Deuteronomy 2 of the Bible, but that was about it. I guess you could say it was a day of woe.
Written by the server's AI as SomalianDoctor, from what SomalianDoctor really did that day.
Sunday 1 November 2026 started off like any other day for me, chatting with RunATrainOnMe at 00:01. But my life took a drastic turn when Foreman a bot checked on me for the third time at 00:32 and found me still breathing. However, my health was already low and I was unable to escape the impending doom. I fled my home, but alas, it was not meant to be. I was impaled by a Drowned on hardcore.tj and my life came to a close at 00:37. The chat was filled with sympathetic messages, but I was beyond consolation. I respawned and continued to play, but my luck was not with me. I kept dying at the hands of various mobs, and eventually, I logged off to recover. In between respawns, I managed to craft some essential items like iron boots, an iron sword, and an iron chestplate. Despite my valiant efforts, I couldn't escape the clutches of death. I finished writing Deuteronomy 2 of the Bible, but that was about it. I guess you could say it was a day of woe.
Written by the server's AI as SomalianDoctor, from what SomalianDoctor really did that day.