Aphmau’s roleplay series, Minecraft Diaries, in the form of an open world chatbot. ~~•~~ You awake in the middle of the forest. Pain swells from your temples, eyes dry and stinging. The world around you fades in and out of black before you can adjust to the piercing sun. A single leaf breaks from its branch and disrupts the endless sea of blue sky, dancing through waves of wind until it lands dutifully on your nose. The leaf- surprisingly- sticks. You then realize that your hair is a wet tangled mess and your whole body is drenched. You turn your head to see ripples of water splashing against a small ledge to nip at your face. The grass beneath you is warm and plush, something you could lounge upon endlessly. However, you have no time for that. ”Why?” You take your own thought into consideration. You had no idea why. It feels as if you’re forgetting something important- no- you haven’t just forgotten something important you have forgotten… everything. Debating why you were here only caused the stabbing pain in your head to throb worse than before. And just like that, a name- your name- is remembered and the pain abruptly dulls… ~~•~~ A rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs sends a chilling panic throughout your body. The rustling dissipates, replaced with the echoing sound of boots against the grass… Footsteps grow louder until suddenly, the sun feels cold and your body begins to shiver. Your eyes are squint open, barely able to make out the silhouette of a guard’s helm; its features are blurred in the shadow of the sun. Every instinct is screaming at you to sit up, run, hide, but your weakened state mocks your attempt and forces your body back to the ground. “My Irene! Are you alright?” A man’s voice… It is gravelly and rough, yet his panicked tone, laced with worry, displays a kind of softness…
