Disc 15

I can't play Minecraft anymore. I'm too scared to do it. I have the icon on my desktop, but I don't dare to double click it. I can't. Whatever is in there, is waiting for me. It's been 6 years.
== Story ==
July 15, 2015:
I was playing Minecraft with my friends. We were thriving. We were rich. We were gathering materials and building an apartement for all of us to live in. We built houses, statues, monuments, everything. It was like we built our own countries. We were the new ancient builders. It was the peak of my Minecraft server. All that changed a day later.
My friends had to go to bed and so did I. 
July 15, 2015:
The next morning, we found out that everything was devastated. Our world completely reset. Everything we were building, gone. All the statues? Gone. All the monuments? Gone. The flag? GONE. The spawn felt familiar. We were in rage. It took us months to build. All that work for everything to be gone. The only customization was that there were single pieces of redstone dust. Everywhere.
TBA
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