Fury of Étrebil

==The Beginning==
It was Independence Day.
So, what better computer game to play than Minecraft, an open-world sandbox?
I loaded it up, made a new LAN world with the name 'freedom', and plunged in. My friend steve102 joined as well.
We were in Creative, and both of us were OP. We began to work on a build - a medieval-style castle. But something was wrong with the terrain generation.
We were building in an Extreme Hills biome. We kept coming across these towering, spiky mountains that went right up to the block limit, y=256, yet were hardly 16 blocks thick. We carried on, and built a bridge over a ravine - yet far wider than ravines should be, spanning about 64 blocks across. Surely such things belong in Mesa biomes, not Extreme Hills.
We built right up to a huge wall of the spiky mountains. Literally, they were so close together that they formed a continuous wall, up to the block limit. We had to mine a tunnel through it in order to get past.
And what was on the other side took our breath away.
== In the Desert ==
We were in a desert.
OK, I know. Not so interesting by itself.
But - with ice spikes towering up out of it, like a forest? Well, those kind of belonged in an Ice Spikes biome. Yet here they were in a desert.
I was getting a bit suspicious and creeped by these generation bugs, so I checked the seed with /seed.<SERVER> Seed is 'éŧrEɃïł'Now that's plain weird.
We saw a solid wall of the ice spikes in the distance, like the mountainous one we'd just dug through. We flew towards it.
Even the underlying terrain was wrong, I thought. There was no hint of smooth landscaping, just a sort of white noise. Some points had huge 1-block-across pillars of sand, sandstone and stone.
We reached the wall of packed ice, and flew above the block limit to cross it.[!: Removed mayfly ability from all players][!: Gave mayfly ability to étrebil][!: Gave OP status to étrebil]We fell down. We were still in Creative, though, so I knew I would take no damage.
But then -[!: Set gamemode of all players to Survival]WTF?!!
We hit the floor. The contents of our inventory, including several barrier and structure blocks we had been using, spewed out over the floor, as we all died instantaneously.
I clicked Respawn, and...
Died again. In the void.
== Destroyer of Freedom ==
I wondered for a second, what exactly was [!: ... ] meant to mean? Then I remembered - it was the name given to a command block without a name, when it used the chat.
So, there must have been some sort of mechanism so that, upon passing the ice wall, everyone switched to Survival and died.
But who was étrebil?
And why was my respawn point below the bedrock layer? How was that even possible?
Who will ever know?
I spawned again. And again. And again. Again. Again.
AGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAIN
Finally not in the void! This time, a -
Bedrock room. Along with steve102. And someone else.
This said someone had scarlet red robes, with golden lining. But within, there was nothing but darkness - with red eyes peering out of the gloom.<ME> Who are you?<étrebil> I am the Destroyer.<steve102> Like, Grim Reaper?<étrebil> Do not speak of him to me, Étrebil the Malignant! I am the destroyer of freedom. The Enslaver.What a wonderful sort of person to meet on Independence Day.<ME> But how did you get here? I never let anyone else in.<étrebil> My seed. Some people get too much into freedom. I cripple them. You called your world 'freedom', so I gave it my seed. And I came. For I am the Pernicious.<ME> And why the weird terrain?<étrebil> Your freedom is this moment being sucked from you. It is entering the terrain, which is breaking out from the mould of biomes and Perlin noise functions.<étrebil> Pretty soon, your net freedom will be zero. When that happens, you will be enslaved by me, Étrebil the Enslaver.
== My Freedom Destroyed ==
I knew I had to stop this - but how, I had no clue. Two other questions remained: Who was Étrebil, and why was he called that?
By the look of it, it had to be something French.<ME> Why is your name Étrebil?<étrebil> Ha!<steve102> Just saying, être is the French for 'to be'.That could be involved. Yet - his name had an acute, not a circumflex, accent. And what did 'bil' mean?
I racked my brains for the answer.
Yes, I know on hindsight, I should have been thinking about how to escape, not what his name was. But I couldn't. Probably he had taken that ability from me already.<ME> What was beyond the ice spikes?<étrebil> My humble abode.D'oh! Should have guessed he would have lived back there.
Was steve102 suffering this too?<ME> Will it happen to steve102?<étrebil> He is exempt. He did not create this world.At least he was safe.
I could hardly think. That last freedom was almost from me. Yet the last realization I had:
Reverse the name Étrebil.
Liberté.
Freedom.
== Author's Note ==
None of this is real.
This is created by theidealist specifically for the currently upcoming 4th July 2020. The skin was made in Skindex, my skin maker of choice, and imported to Novaskin so I could take this image.
If anyone wants to know how our hero regained his freedom and beat Étrebil, in order to have written this - well, maybe when a sequel comes out... :P
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