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Hi! My name is Chaos Minecraft, I’m 10, the product of a dragon and a fish, (a duck, obviously) and I really like bread!

Dad said that bread is bad for me, but he hasn’t been around in a while and Grandpa keeps giving me bread so I’ll keep eating it!

[this is a role-play askblog portraying a fictional character used in the Premonition SMP. DNI if you intend on being hateful towards anyone based on race, gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, religion, etc. Or if you are a WSS, Dream Team supporter, or MAGA]

My other blogs:

Main blog: @chaos-ducks

AMSMP blog: @chaos-the-banished

Evil Ducks blog: @evilducks-offical

Other PMSMP blogs:

@masked-admin - Lullah!

@pyromaniac-dragon - Dad!

@plummeting-raven - Grandpa!

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Demain j’ai rendez-vous chez un agriculteur pour voir si je peu faire une PMSMP chez lui et ça me stress. Je me sent rouillée

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Dad hadn’t been around town in a while, and The Duckling was starting to get worried. He’d go off for days at a time without a word, and come back pretending nothing happened, covered in pieces of stone and dirt, but it’d been weeks at this point.

Maybe it was because of the war. It had left its impact on all of them. The Duckling flinched as she remembered The General’s sword cutting through their people, right before cutting down their sacred tree. How hazy it felt as she had seen the soldiers slowly fall as the Army came upon them. The fires, the death and the destruction, everything… It had been so much.

She remembered how betrayed Dad had looked. How he barely had time to scream before The General hacked away at his head without mercy as he screamed. How The Duckling had just… done nothing. She had just… froze.

Oh. He was dead. That’s why. That’s why he didn’t come back. He couldn’t come back. Why couldn’t The Duckling accept it?

Then she’d been mad. She’d been really really mad. Mad because maybe if Dad had let her fight back, she could’ve protected him. If he has let her train, let her hold a sword and fire a crossbow, maybe she could’ve stopped it. Maybe he’d be alive. Maybe their sacred home would be free

Maybe Dad would be home soon.

Wait.

He wouldn’t be home.

Why couldn’t she accept it?