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== How it happened ==
It happens to everyone - You make a hardcore world in Minecraft, spend quite a lot of time on it, and eventually die. Well for me, the time I spent on that hardcore world wasn't days, wasn't weeks, wasn't months, it was since the very release of hardcore Minecraft. I don't know how it happened. I was mining for more materials for one of my projects when I was ambushed by creepers. Not even my blast protection 4 netherite armor was able to withstand that many explosions. Not long after, I saw that screen I thought I would never see, the Game Over screen. I started raging, but it got to the point where I fell out of my chair at an inconvenient speed and angle. That was the last thing I remember before I woke up. But everything was different. I wasn't in my room, or even a hospital bed. I was in a Minecraft villager's house. Was this an elaborate prank?
== My worst day ==
I quickly saw my friend. But what I saw was his Minecraft character, not his real life body? I ran outside the house, went up to him, and tried to speak to him, but he just ignored me as if I was a villager. 
No, surely I couldn't actually be a villager.
I looked in the chest inside the villager house and found some wood. I made a crafting table, crafted some signs, and tried to write a message. But what I wrote wasn't English, I could understand it well, but I doubt my friend could.
No, surely I couldn't actually be a villager, or could I?
I looked in my inventory, don't know how I'd do that if there were no keys on a keyboard to press in real life, and what I found was what you would normally see in a farmer's trades. Emeralds, wheat, carrots, even cake. That was odd, because my favorite pastime in Minecraft was farming due to it had no real risks.
No, surely I couldn't actually be a villager, or could I? Could this be more than a nightmare?
I then had an idea; if I can't talk to my friend, that means I might be a villager, but does that mean I can talk to villagers? I went up to the local blacksmith as that was the closest building around. As they were getting looted by my (former?) friend, I asked them why I was here. They replied, "So you're new here? How'd you, uh, fall in a, how do I put it lightly, permanent coma?". This confused me.
No, surely I couldn't actually be a villager, or could I? Could I? Should I just accept the fact that I was now a villager?
Still confused on if this was a prank, I asked them if they used to be a Minecraft player too, and to my shock, they said yes. They explained how they also used to be a HUGE fan of fast food, and how one day, it caught up to them. One moment, they were playing Minecraft, and the next, they were in a village blacksmith, having a supernatural sense of which house belonged to him. They said that there were many before him that had similar fates, and that I was the newest one in the village.
Maybe I could be a villager. Maybe this isn't a nightmare.
== Longing ==
Many villagers in the village didn't have much reason to give good trades, unless the players treated them extra nice. However, the player in this world was my friend, so I gave him the best trades possible. Low cost for high rewards. 1 emerald for 5 golden carrots. Many of the other villagers questioned my actions, until I explained to them that this player used to be my best friend. Some of the felt happy for me as they weren't so lucky when being sent into a player's world. This made me think, however, being sent into a player's world? Like a zombie spawning in a cave, or a pig spawning in a plains biome? Were all mobs in Minecraft just players that didn't make it? Was I lucky, or unlucky, to become a villager? What about people that have never played Minecraft? Are they converted? I asked all the villagers, and they confirmed they were all players playing a nice game of Minecraft the moment before they woke up in the village. Did that mean that depending on your situation when you passed on, you would become a certain mob? There were too many questions, and I was longing for answers that didn't exist.
== Some time later ==
It's been a while since I was transformed from a hardcore Minecraft-hardcore mode player to a villager. That person, that player, that real, living, human that used to be my friend took me to his villager trading hall. Due to my great trades, he put me in a luxury area with anything a villager like me could need. It was nice, it was bigger and cozier than my crammed house at the village. This place is my home now. My former friend, who I now call caretaker, comes in every other day with some emeralds to do some trades, and I'm even allowed to use those emeralds to trade with the other villagers at the trading hall. They'll never be like me, they were forced into giving good trades by a zombie, a potion, something I forgot the use of long ago, and an apple coated in similar gold to my carrots. I gave good trades willingly.
But I liked it better when I was a real human, the one playing the game, not the one being used to make the game easier for someone else. So if anyone is reading this story, whatever you do, don't play Minecraft, because you might regret it during your final moments. All players will
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