Imagine you are walking through Keralis’ city. You live there in an apartment close to where some superheroes with hermit heads are fighting. If you look in the distance, you may be able to see the Toon Towers or even Xisuma’s bee towers.
You walk a little more; there is a ravager head in the ground where you know, if you enter through the mouth, you can play decked out. You ignore it for now.
You walk a little more; there is an Odea shop where you are the only customer to have ever brought something. The owner has a cool mustache and his Swedish is very Google Translator-ish, but you find him a delight.
You walk, passing through the middle of a mansion cut in two; it smells of gunpowder and bedsheets.
You walk a little more; you fall in a sewer. There are some cats playing poker surrounded by stolen builds and radioactive waste.
You walk a little farther into the sewer and there is a hole. You don’t fall through the hole, but it goes to the void and for some reason it smells like candy bars and crippling purposeful dead.
You keep walking; there is a door labeled among us and you find it very sus.
You walk some more and a bearded stranger covered in blood offers you cards; you accept it. You got a Wels, oh the joy.
You keep walking; you find a chest full of light gray stained glass. It makes your blood boil for some reason; at least it's free!
You walk a little more; you find another bearded guy accompanied by a guy with a bandana. They want a paper with your name on it; you give it to them so they let you go.
You feel like you have been walking forever. Is that sheep looking at you? You enter a cave; it is full of machinery and, for some reason, golf equipment.
You go outside; there is a lady giggling maniacally flipping cows upside down. You ignore her.
You walk some more. Everything was fine, but for some reason you are in Star Wars now. Better ignore it.
You walk past a sign. “Gem is great!” it says, and you can’t help but agree.
A newspaper flies and hits you in the face. “Who is the Jangler? Is the Jingler rebranding?”
You think that as every year passes these names get stupider.
You look up; a giant eagle is flying through the sky.
You keep walking before it thinks you are food.
You walk by a man that is haggling for leaves. You walk faster before he notices you.
A man is reading nonsensical haikus while a slime and a zombie fight for their lives. You stopped questioning this a long time ago.
You keep walking; you find a giant set of tea cups and a nice lady offers you a drink.
You hear someone singing “Never Gonna Give You Up” and you feel yourself glitching through the floor. You fall into a highly decorated room; you feel the urge to call it a monstrosity even if it is beautiful. You walk through it and find a door.
You enter the door and a very nice drowned called Amelia offers you an elytra and an aviator helmet. You accept it. You put on the aviator helmet and you look stupid.
You walk through the open wide door; you find yourself in a zoo. There is a crooked glass rainbow and the streets are full of cod headed children.
You sigh tiredly; time to go home.
You grab your elytra and try to fly back to your apartment. You bonk your head on a base that yesterday was one block smaller, you swear to god.
You glitch through the ground again, falling into TFC’s strip mine.
You wish you had a drink. Bdubs offers you milksog.
