The Rift ~ Prelude

The Rift - Prelude
Hub | Season One
275 years ago
The Player slid on his diamond helmet and walked towards the gateway, feeling the satisfying clink on his glowing armor. He held flint and steel in one hand and a shield in the other, chests of redstone and dynamite behind him.
"Go ahead," his companion urged. "Light it."
And they came from their strange lands, holding great crosses and blades of gleaming blue, coming with their stone and metal, ready to take what was ours. They came to us in their alien armor, told us of glory, of riches beyond imagination, and we listened with open ears and closed minds.
"I think they're all here," the villager said, surveying the piglins crowded around the great valleys, all yearning to hear what the Players had to say.
"Good," the Player responded, "prepare the... tools." He held up a diamond sword to silence the crowds, leading their seven Brutes to the edge of the cliff. "Thank you, thank you all for coming here. You have all been so kind to us in our journeys throughout this world, and soon, you all will be rewarded..."
They took our own leaders, gathering them before our eyes as we watched eagerly, watched as they killed all seven Brutes in one fell swoop, as our hope turned to anger and desolation. And then they turned upon us...
The sound of dynamite in the distance echoed in the Player's ears as he walked along the long quartz platform. Behind him, villagers were frantically crafting more explosives, and in front of him, the red walls of the nether were opening up into a shower of lava and riches.
"It's going well, I see," his companion said. 
"It is," the Player replied, "we'll be hauling back these ores to the capital in piles! And the piglins?"
"They're being dealt with."
"Good," the Player said, holding up a sword which gleamed a new color...
And they brought their weapons and dynamite, tearing open the walls of our pristine lands and stealing their sacred riches, taking what was ours and all the while giving us not a single thought...
The villager watched from his post as the piglins were rounded up and brought into the cell, ready to be dealt with. As the Player kicked in the last one, he thought he saw a flicker of purple in the air, but paid it no mind.
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