To Be Damned

Are you a fan of Gothic literature? I certainly am. I've wrote this as an active member of this wiki, and I am also the subject of this story. Not him, not the writer, he's fine. But anyways, Gothic literature often discusses a type of horror that induces themes of suffering, despair and much, much more. The gist of it, Gothic gets under your skin. If you think that you might not get the references in this story, then Writer won't like it.
==Minecraft 1.15==
I was a young lad, living semi-lavishly in Idaho. Growing potatoes on my father's farm. Because of my chores and the pains of growing a starch like the Idahoan potato, I had little time for minecraft. Because of my whereabouts, I had interest in very different locations from my own, or at least that was my literary interest.
I was in my own world in Minecraft, building something that I needed for survival. I called one of my friends on to the world, and he showed up. He was acting weird.
He used command blocks to create something that destroyed all of my structures on that world. He apologized, but me being butt hurt, I got mad and said that since that being wasn't destroyed and he was still trying, I didn't forgive him.
We met up at the park, where he came to me with other people, a set of VR goggles, and a key. I asked him what was going on, and he pushed me to the ground and attached the goggles onto my head, saying that I was going to play Minecraft, and that the place I was going in real life was the same in Minecraft. I went through these underground burial chambers, and was lured by diamonds and wine, into a cellar.
==The conclusion==
I was shackled to the wall! In an attempt to leave I struggled. I could see the diamonds! Maybe greed got over me.
I was buried alive...
Don't ask me how I'm telling this story. Ask Writer, or Poe, or Fortunado.
Oh wait...
He's Dead
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