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The_Blind_Seer
'Shit. Not again.' :: These were my thoughts as I appeared into sudden existence in a dank, gloomy cavern hundreds of blocks beneath the surface. It was only about ten high, but extended as far to my left as I could make out. I seemed to be embedded in the wall, one or two off the ground, sorrounded on three sides by dirt like myself. :: :: 'Well what now?' :: A creature, clad in decomposing garmants hanging off rancid flesh, shuffled tirelessly back and forth around the little cave, groaning the same groans and pausing every few seconds to dwell on the inner torments of the undead :: :: Through non-existent eyes I surveyed the area. It seemed to have the prestige of neighbouring a chunk of iron ore, and black specks of coal. The zombie stopped to examine the irregularity, before continuing  on its autonomous patrol. :: :: I sighed silently. It was only a matter of hours.. or days before I disappeared again, ripped from my shell to be replaced in another. I guess it wasn't so bad. This was my seventy-seventh incarnation, and yet I'd only felt the warmth, refreshing light of the Great Square on my grass once. Then some bastard tore me away. :: :: Suddenly: blinding light, eveywhere. It filled the cavern and burned retinas I didn't possess, until I managed to adjust. A hole had been cleared in the opposite wall, presumably in an effort to extract the coal, and was now expanding. It stopped at six by four blocks, when a volley of sticks came thundering through. They pierced the rotting skull of the droning creature, which collapsed with a shriek and burst into putrid dust, and a single feather. :: :: I surveyed the shaft of light pouring into the grimy chamber, and a creature stepped through. He appeared similar to the undead horror he'd slain, but didn't have the same air of decadence about him. Indeed, his skin was living and fresh. His eyes, though... they were as lifeless as the grave. The creature looked around with empty glances. He settled on the iron ore next to me, which began to whimper as it realised what was coming. I pitied it. The creature withdrew a strange implement, like an arc of stone clumsily affixed to a wooden rod, and began to ruthlessly beat the ore. Chips of rock struck the uncaring face of the creature as the ore screamed and pleaded for mercy and death. But the creature didn't hear. The living never heard our screams. :: :: The screams of ore finally stopped as it exploded into a single block, which the creature deposited in a deep pocket. He then removed another tool, this one different. Like the... what is it, a sort of axe, used for picking stone.. a pck axe? Like a pick axe, it had a wooden handle, but instead lead up to a sort of a flat dome, like a.. :: Oh no.. :: Oh god no.. The creature raised its shovel, and turned towards my eathen shell. :: I screamed as the stone head dug into me, destroying clumps of soil and roots, tearing my body with merciless abandon. I screamed as I died, transported away to some other block, But he didnt hear. The living never heard our screams.