![]() This is an impossible choice! So impossible in fact, that you don’t make it but black out as the piglins sound their war horn.Īfter some time – you assume several years, but probably less than that – you wake up inside a cage. You’re stuck beneath a rock and a hard place, if that rock were actually several rocks barreling towards you, and the hard place was actually quite itchy. This was no safe bush at all, but poison vine! Quick as a cat, you leap out and come face to face with an approaching herd of piglins. You dive head-first into it and just as you begin to nestle in, you feel an alarmingly familiar sensation. Those noises need to be muffled! Luckily, you spot a bush that would work as both a sound barrier and shelter.
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