Who hates poetry? I do too, so suffer through this bullshit I wrote for no reason:

Flatcore.

A land. A flat land.

A hardcore, flat land.

Every time I build, every time I save, every time I equip myself for battle,

I die.

I fall, I starve, I'm pierced by invisible spiders that my sword can't hit.

WTF...

Log out.

Wait.

Log in.

Dead.

In limbo.

FUCK limbo, I wanted to build. But, nope. Here I am.

Fight some shit, get 20 levels, step on the plate...

Come on...

...come on.... COME ON, ACTIVATE!

pssshhhhh... POW

...and I'm at the start of limbo. 46 minutes to go.

I just wanted to build.

But if I wanted to build, I wouldn't be on flatcore.

Then why Flatcore?

Camaraderie. Challenge. Constant urgency to every action,

unless I'm safe in a house with an iron door,

or snug in a 1x1x2 hole.

Flatcore. Flat. Hardcore.

An abusive relationship.

It's the hand the slaps. The knuckle that breaks my teeth,

and yet I come back. Again and again.

Sharp V Unbreaking III Sword? Fuck you, you're dead, and it's gone.

Just raided 23 diamonds? Fuck you, you're dead, it's gone.

Finally got some soul sand? Fuck you.

Full diamond armor? Fuck you.

Death plays no favorites.

Doesn't matter if you've got a double chest of iron,

or a double chest of dirt.

Fuck you. You're walking that 6,000 block walk of shame all the way home.

And will probably starve before you get there.

All the villages are protected. God fucking dammit.

Flat as shit. Hardcore as fuck.

Flatcore.