Your name is Technoblade.
You pray to your blood god, ask for subscribers, you do not ask for much other than a simple life (and the death of government.)
It’s been a few weeks since you last hear talk of a shift in the air. You haven’t felt it yourself personally, but Phil mentioned feeling it as well. Of course, by now, it’s forgotten about and rarely brought up.
Today it seems relevant.
It’s the middle of the night when you hear a knock on your door. The first thought on your mind pertains to Phil, asking why Phil would be at your door so late at night. But the second thought tells you that’s not Phil.
They slide a letter under your door. Or at least you think they did, because who else would, but it still feels strange.
Tepidly, you unwrap the paper, fully ready for a threat of death or perhaps a bounty.
“Dear Technoblade…”
Finding it not to be either of those, you take the letter back to your chair and read it next to the fire.
“Dream XD is dead. You’ve been granted new admin of the SMP.”
Your name is Technoblade.
You’ve just become God.