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Just did some back of the envelope calculations, and I think it’s technically impossible to build Urithiru in Minecraft. The build limit is 500 smthn blocks, and urithiru would be about 720. So if you’re like me and have a hard time picturing how big Urithiru is, make a superflat minecraft world with the floor at the minimum value, build to max, and mentally add about 200 blocks.
its really big.
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I wrote a more fleshed out version of my Death RP for LG72. Please enjoy.
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Dtham was deep in his daily meditation. So deep, that he didn’t notice the mob coming until it was directly upon him. Dtham looked up and fell out of his trance.
“Ah, Radezk-son-Jhoun, how goes the search for the infiltrators?”
“Rather poorly. We think that one of our own has turned against us.”
“Really? Do you have any idea who?”
Radesk sighed, “Sadly Dtham, we do.”
Dtham stood, and noticed that the group had surrounded him. Realization dawned on him.
“Dtham-son-Havam,” one of the mob shouted. “We have determined that you are an enemy of the state and a traitor to the order of the Stone Shamans. We sentence you to death by hanging.”
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Dtham didn’t resist as they forced him towards the gallows. He was taken through the city, the mob growing and growing as people joined, morbidly eager to watch his demise. He was dragged up to the platform and the mob, now a proper crowd, watched from below. As the noose was tightened around his neck, the executioner spoke:
“Dtham-son-Havam, you are hereby given an opportunity to present your final words. Choose wisely, as they will be your legacy.”
Dtham stood, head towards the ground, staring at the trapdoor that would end his life. The crowd fell silent, calmly arrogant in their certainty of Dtham’s guilt. Dtham looked out towards the crowd... and began to laugh. His laughter grew in volume, quickly reaching hysteria. His bellows echoed in the uncomfortable silence that comes from a noiseless crowd. Tears began to stream down his face.
The crowd began to stir, their earlier certainty dissolving. “What’s so funny?!” a member of the mob shouted. Others took up the cry, the formerly silent crowd becoming a frenzied mob shouting for answers. Dtham stood, unfazed, manically laughing above them all. He spoke, and the crowd fell into a questioning, terrified silenced.
“You got my name wrong.”
The lever was pulled. The rope pulled taught. And Dtham-son-son-Kwathn, Truthless of Shinovar, finally found freedom.
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Context for those who weren’t playing:
I had the unique roll of Truthless, so I was a faction independent of the Elims and Villagers. My win condition was to get myself lynched. Which I did. On Day 1! I’m not even gonna be subtle, I am blatantly tooting my own horn here. THAT WAS AWESOME. I won as early as I possibly could!!!
Also, it seems like the SU did some weird spoiler thing but I think you can still read it all. I didn’t do any spoilers at all, so I think it tried to automatically do one to shorten it.
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