If there was a griefer-or the owner of The Rake living near me base, either way I had to move. Even if he had, I would have saved it for later, because nothing would stop me. I checked the cleric, and he had no good deals. When I approached the end of the road once again, I kept walking. I broke the two signs and went through the road into the forest to get some wood. I chatted to ask them to sleep so that we could wake up in the morning, and it all worked out.Īfter I woke up, I saw yet another sign saying “You asked for it,” outside, and I thought the griefer had went too far. But there’s no better rest than sleeping in a bed, so I waited for it to turn day.
But night is the prime time of spooks, right? I was half a creepypasta enthusiast myself, and was reading about The Rake earlier, so I, for some reason, thought it was legit, and assumed I was screwed. It let me go to bed, so my thinking of the time being night was correct. I saw that it was turning dark, or maybe it was the obsidian, but I went to bed. As for The Rake, it may have been a practically nonexistent legend, but it had some admirers, namely maybe some creepypasta enthusiasts. I thought if it was a griefer, it would be no appeal to him or her, for I had an obsidian base with an iron door followed by some more obsidian inside as a barrier, and I entered and exited from an underground pathway unknown to other players.
I was playing on a server, because if I get the spooks, others will at least be with me to get the spooks as well, so I thought someone snuck up on my base and wrote that sign and went off. When I looked back, outside there was a sign, telling me to give the emerald back otherwise he (I don’t know who and I didn’t know who he was then) would deploy The Rake and take all my items. I went back to my base, and put the emerald in my chest. He was selling the usual, some emeralds for something else that I don’t remember, so I made a deal with him, specifically one that was 25 Rotten Flesh for an emerald. Soon, I reached the end of the road and at the left there was a little shop for my cleric villager, so I saw what he was selling. I was walking down the road of a city I made in the My World world that was basically a cooler village. Do you want to know what the Blood Hour is? Read on. Now I am about to tell you the story of The Rake and how I survived the Blood Hour. But this one-it wasn’t given that much attention, and not much eyeballs may have turned toward The Rake, that is, without this creepypasta.
There are much more dangers than the one John and I encountered, namely the ones in this wiki. The first encounter was in the ‘My World’ default-named world that we made with the seed ‘666’. The encounters-they were things that happened to both John (my brother) and I.
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