if you make fun of the minecraft ending do not fricking talk to me
The Minecraft end poem is possibly, and this is not a joke, one of my favourite pieces of writing of all time. I will defend it and it’s extremely emotionally potent words to the death.
He is not laughing because he saw his funny photos
Hes in hysterics
Like the whole talking about the dead things made him realize that he could have lived a regular life
He could have been a paleontologist
But he started this game instead and now everything is ruined
He will never get his life back
He will never see his family again
He is in no way shape or form happy at this moment
I’m certain Jake just blocks out every embarrassing thing he’s ever done.
The mind is a marvelous and terrifying place.
