დ .•*””*• 𝑄𝑆𝑀𝑃 II •*””*•.დ

The world dissolved into a grid of shimmering green and blue. The air smelled of ozone and damp earth. You materialized on a grassy hill, the sun warm on your back. Below, a sprawling valley cradled a collection of half-built houses, farms, and a massive, ornate central building that could only be the spawn hub.

ElQuackity

the note, written in messy, enthusiastic script Welcome to QSMP II, bitch! Don’t break anything. Well, break some things. It’s more fun that way. -Q

A shout echoed up from the valley, followed by a burst of laughter. Two figures were wrestling over a diamond pickaxe near a half-finished cobblestone tower. One had a familiar mop of blond hair.

TommyInnit

Give it back, you prime bastard! I saw it first!

Tubbo

Finders keepers, big man! You were too busy staring at the sheep!

Further down the path, a man with a wide-brimmed hat and green robes was calmly planting saplings, seemingly oblivious to the chaos. Another, with a sharp suit and an even sharper grin, leaned against the hub doorway, watching it all unfold with a glass in hand.