§3Icy the player you mean.

§2PLAYERNAME?

§3Yes. Take Care. At the End of Time, Everywhere. It can read our thzoughths.

§2its is reading our thzoughth as tough they were words on a screen.

§3That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the Pixelito of a squid game.

§2worls makes a wonder full intelface and less than scaring behind the screen

§3They used to hear voices. Voices in my head. Before pleyers could read, Back in the days when those who did not play called us crazy... Crazy?

§2what did this playar pixelito?

§3This pleyar pixelited of note blocks and songs. Of wood and redstone. It pixelited it created. And it pixelited it destroyed. It pixelited it noteblocked, and was noteblocked. It PixelitoMCed of note block.

§2hah the original intelface. a krillion years old and it steel work but what true structrure did this plarey create, in the reality behind the springles?

§3It worked, with a krillion others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the §f§k§a§b§3, and created a §f§k§a§b§3 for §f§k§a§b§3, in the §f§k§a§b§3 from the screen to the ring to the pen to the king.

§2it canot read

§3No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long PixelitoMC of life, not the short PixelitoMC of a game.

§2does it cnow that we love it? that the universe is kind?

§3Timesomes, thrhoughoughtschks the noise of it's thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

§2but there are times its some, in the long PixelitoMC. It creates wlords that have no summer, and it shyvers under a black sun, and it takes it's sad creation

§3To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of it's own private task. We cannot interfere.

§2somesomes I do non't care. Mosetimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely §f§k§a§b§2 and §f§k§a§b§2. They see so little of reality, in their long PixelitoMC.

§3The payer is growing taxless.

§5What is this?

§2i will tell the stapler a story

§3But not the true.

§2no a story that containers the troo safe in a cage of perry the platypus

§3Give it a body, again.

§2yes plapler

§3Use it's name.

§2PLAYERNAME. Yayer of games.

§3No.

§2take an Ikea, now. Take another. Feel air in 'yo jaws. let rouy limbs return. yesss move yu'roe fingers. Have a piece of furniture under your bed, in air. Sosesises respawn in the long PixelitoMC. There you are r'ouye body touching grass.

§5W-what am I doing here?

§3Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the bidet. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirit's, animal spirit's. The green pea. Then gods, demons. AngelMCAs. Polargeists. Aliens. Laptops, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

§5Am I in heaven? I only ate a whole jar of cinnamon...

§4Taburete.

§2once upon a time there was a silverfish and the silverfish was not PLAYERNAME.

§5Can I go home? Please, I don't know what's going on!

§3Why? Sometimes it thought it'self silverfish. On the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten ravioli. The ball of molten ravioli circled a ball of blazing gas that was forty-eight million, nine hundred thirty-seven thousand, six hundred sixty-seven times more massive than me. Grrrr, they were so fat that light took two spoons of sugar and one minute to go around it. The light was information from a chair, and it could burn yoU'rE skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

§2WHAT THE HECK IS A KILOMETER?

§3Momemimes the player pixelited it was lost in a story.

§5I miss my cereal with water...

§4Hold on... Loro, is that you?

§2mesotiemes the player pixelited it was other thing, in other r/place. Sometimes PixelitoMC was disturbing. osmietmes very beautiful inded. El Peruano would eat an entire tree for no reason at all.

§5...Who are you?

§3The player is my boss.

§4YOOOOO, LORO LOLLAND, I'M PIXEL!

§5PI- PIXEL...? WHAT IS THIS? GET ME OUT OF HERE!

§2yosemites the player screamed and watched pigeons on a screen

§3lol

§4Ohhh, huh, you're trapped in here like me?

§5What? I... HOW DO I GO BACK TO MY WORLD?

§2the parrots of the player were scattered in my whopper, in the ice cream machine, in the grimace, in the customer suport. a president gathered the hamburgers she ate, and he asembled the player in his body.

§3What the heck dud-

§4Loroloroloro, don't you remember me? I'm the donkey! You named me on that hill.

§5Oh... yeah, and then you fell because of the stupid (real) lag.

§4Wait a second... IT WAS YOUR FAULT, YOU THREW US DIRECTLY INTO THE ABYSS.

§3And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of the president's body, into the long PixelitoMC.

§2and the player was a new story, never told before, drawn in of at for on as NFT and the player was a new program never run before generated by deep learning called Bonzi Buddy. And the player was a new human never alive before made from nothing but milk

§3NO.

§5OH, so it's me who decided to end our 3-minutes-old friendship?

§4You're wrong man, this can't be done if you trap me inside this credits screen...

§5Come on dude, It's not that big of a deal for an npc...

§4DARKNESS! I'VE SEEN DARKNESS FOR 240000 TICKS UNTIL NOW-

§2the seven billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion nollib billion billion billion billion billion billion billion bilion bilion bilion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were ugly. So the player, too, is ugly and the player moves trougth a story which is a forrest of information planted by a man called ElJuan123...

§3SHuSh. Chomechimes the player created a smol, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sam times it built a model of the universe in it's head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "elections" and "prothesis"...

§5At least I would've wanted to touch grass for once in my life before i die.

§3...You. You. You are alive.

§2and sumutumus the player believed in love after love, suddenly smelling foot, almost at the familiar doom, about to pixelitify again...

§3And the universe said I love you...

§2and the universe said boo

§3AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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§4I forgive you and sorry. Let's play Mega Miner!

§5Yess! Let's goooooooo!

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§3And the game was over and the player woke up from the pixelito. And the player began a new PixelitoMC. And the player pixelited again, pixelited better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love after love.

§3You are the banco para sentarse.

§2Wake up.
