Unstable SMP: Spoke · Y/n story by @Perfection

The biting wind howls across the endless white plains, carrying with it the bitter cold of the server's coldest tundra biome. Snowflakes dance through the air, stinging exposed skin.

Spoke

Stupid sheep. Stupid cold. I'm freezing my blocks off and there's not a single wooly bastard in sight.

He stops. His head tilts. His eyes narrow as they catch movement in the distance - a shape, obscured by the blowing snow. It's standing still. Waiting.

Spoke

Oh. Well, would you look at that. Hello there, little guy.