![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A tiny zombie piglin on his hip, Ranboo gazed at the haphazard docks. Wind blew against the trapdoor windows, clashing together roughly as the storm tore through Snowchester. Paths would widen and swallow the landscape whole, shops and homes almost invisible as his panicked vision would crumble and shrink.Īnd then an annoyed someone would poke their head out a window and holler at them, their sight snapping back into focus, slightly misted by tears. Was this going to be the day he was finally alone, his mind slowly going fuzzy and numb until he couldn't even remember how to survive? Their eyes would widen in terror, the eerily calm silence pounding through his head. The silence would press down on their chest and shoulders like an anvil, ears muffled and twitching in fear. ![]() This would send Ranboo into a spiral, anxiously knocking on every door until he found someone, anyone. Sometimes the air was too stagnant and empty. The prime path lit with lanterns at night that hummed quietly, flames gently pressed against the glass. Each building standing either completely silent and still or bustling with patrons, all talking and shouting within. Ranboo usually adored the soothing mundane-ness of the atmosphere with it's unchanging routine. Whether it be from Tommy's jukebox or humming quietly from any of the various establishments on the server, music was always coming from somewhere. ![]()
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