Not a single soul was knowledgeable of the origins of the rocking chair. Nearly nobody knew about it. Some say that it was the universe’s way of punishing the good with knowledge. The appearance of the chair varied from time to time, but it was always dreary looking. Its occurrence was extremely rare, but it was random and eminent- looking like it always belonged. Many tried to move it, but when they touched the chair, they felt a sudden grasp of knowledge, and immediately use it for their own selfishness. After learning about the chair’s so called magic, many tolerated its appearance, but only a few brave souls cast it from their life the first moment that they could, and burn it. Becoming hungry for power, those who sat in the rocking chair couldn’t stop. The chair became a routine in their lives, they had to make room for it. It became addictive and not a single soul could escape its grasp.
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Edited by Sumpig-2: 11/22/2019 3:57:07 AMNov 20, 2019 Narrator Davy’s final moments [quote] It soon became evident that one of the narrators had been compromised somewhere along the way. Davy’s cries of innocence gave only the sounds of guilt, but to keep the secrets of narrators safe, he knew what he must do. Davy walked to his drawer and pulled out the .44 magnum he kept under his clothes for special occasions. He walked to his porch and sat on the rocking chair to the side. He lay back, and looked at the flowers. The sun slowly descended on the horizon as another day ended. The field before him flowed in the wind. He sighed, and thought about what happened to his life. Where did he go wrong? He shrugged it off, and took a sip from the water bottle beside the chair. He took one last look at the world as he raised the .44 to his right temple. “It was fun while it lasted, being narrator.” he whispered. And so, with one ringing shot... ...he died.[/quote] Narrated by Sumpig-2 Recorded on the OffTopic Minecraft Server Discord