Spawn is... actually kind of nice? For what he's used to, anyway. There's some random garbage--LIFESTEAL in huge obsidian letters, a pink wool parkour course, a crude cobblestone-and-mycelium penis--but there's also several undestroyed builds: a little Japanese-style village and tower with a nether portal inside it, a nine-spoked glass tower filled with water, a series of floating islands, a Technoblade memorial.

Well, except for the bedrock.

Some things never change.

(Some things do change, actually-- there's no queue system to get in. Granted, veterans skip the queue. Moot point.)

Fit spawns in with a body again, under gravity, in air. For what it's worth, there are actually several things that have changed: for one, he does not seem to be in immediate danger upon spawning. He looks up, as the world finishes loading, and sees entirely clear air-- breathes, a little, and smells no smoke or ash. He hears gentle breeze, hell, he hears animals, not wither-resulting explosives or lava bubbling. It's no Hypixel, all immaculate set-pieces and careful urban planning, but it's sure-as-hell not bad.

He dusts a bit of the 2b2t-special confetti (rubble) off of his pauldron, checks the communicator embedded in the flat of his mechanical arm with all the nonchalance you would give checking a watch-- oh, his hacks work. They're not active, but they're available... good to know, for sure. What are the priorities in early-game again? Punch tree. Get food. Set a spawn elsewhere, secret. This hill seems to be absent of trees, though-- there are some across the river, but the real player activity lies upwards. He does have a mission to do, here, a goal that needs be completed. What would be better?

Ah, shit. No overthinking this one, Fit. He heads up the hill, towards builds, towards life. Can't be too hard.

(He does hear the noise of a wither in the distance, when he heads up the hill.)

A creature of smoke in full enchanted netherite (well, full except for missing pants?) waves him down excitedly! "Fit, Fit! Fit, my friend, I brought you a little, uh, a little starter kit." And he places down a shulker of leftovers from the dupe war--illegal, yes, but not stuff from the vault. Not yet, anyway.

Inside:

A full set of maxed out netherite armor, named Print Helmet, Print Chestplate, Print Pants, and Print Boots
A maxed out netherite sword and axe
A stack of golden carrots
A stack of golden apples
A few logs
16 ender pearls
Two stacks of xp bottles
An unenchanted diamond pickaxe
An unenchanted diamond shovel

The creature looks--nervous, or maybe excited, or maybe both. He bounces from one foot to the other. If Fit were to guess, he'd guess that the creature was a teenager.

Ah! So we're not playing around, here. Not taking it slow, either.

Fit gives his warmest, friendliest I-haven't-lived-in-a-wasteland-for-a-decade smile to this... walking, armored figure of smoke-- he's seen weirder, anyways. "How's it going-- Spoke, right? Good to see you. I mean, you certainly didn't have to..." and then he opens the shulker, and wow, that's nice, so: "...but I appreciate it anyways, my friend! For sure."

(The armor all-but flies on.)

FitMC has made the advancement [Cover Me in Debris]

(His hotbar, likewise, fills-- sword enderpearls pickaxe axe, far end is for gapples and carrots. Shulker in his inventory. The world feels less scary, now.)

"Bein' off 1.12 is nice," Fit offers, conversationally. He looks up, again, around at the world. He'd say being off 2b is nice, too, but that's not in line with the image he's supposed to be giving off, right now. "Happy to be here, in any case."

"Happy to have you!" Spoke bounces a little. "Do you want to see--uh, actually, you should probably have some totems for this--" He drops Fit 3 totems. Not stacked, he is trying at least a little bit not to get banned again.

Oh, that is reassuring-- he'd considered asking, but any charity is already far past what he'd expect of anyone. Fit takes them with a deep nod, curls whirring mechanical fingers around one while the others ferry themselves away into his inventory. The world is even less scary. You love to see it.

"See what?" Even the new situation, it seems, cannot dampen the light of anthropological fascination behind his eyes.

"You will see. You will see." Does he have an invis on him? He does! He left Poopies--in Spepticle's computer? He mines a piece of skulk, throws an invis inside, and then starts running, holding a totem in both hands.

There are now invis particles chasing Fit!

Hm.

Unexpected.

Well, Fit doesn't truly parse the details-- Spoke gave him totems, Spoke is holding two, there is something coming after him that spells danger. Some things don't change, so to speak, but they do rhyme. He turns heel and runs, duh. It'd take a lot to kill someone in full netherite, tho--

FitMC has made the advancement [Postmortal]

--holy shit! Hotbar slot 2, pearls, throw. His aim is true; he lands atop the computer with a bit of a characteristic-of-enderpearls jolt, takes a moment to feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins like river rapids. It feels... good? Familiar. Same for the totem-- but that's so not Vanilla. He... decides to laugh, heartily, throw Spoke a "Is that what you wanted t'show me?" with enough projection to carry his voice pretty far.

Oh shit it's after him now--he switches his offhand to the stacked totems--he's pearling but he's pearling away, not up, and it's fast--his totems pop one after the other, showering green and gold. Fuck, there go his boots. Okay. Game plan. He could tower up, he's got stone, but it would be funnier to staircase up to Fit with it, so he starts doing that instead--

"Sure is. Strongest endermite in Minecraft. He's still hungry, he hasn't gotten a kill yet--"

--aaaand the rest of his armor breaks just as it knocks him off. Fuck, he's actually getting low, he can't die with his stacked totems right after getting banned for exploiting--he puts down an enderchest and stows them away--

SpokeIsHere was slain by poopies
<baconnwaffles0> did you let him out again
<SpokeIsHere> come to spawn if you want to meet FitMC!

...His bed is set at home, it's gonna take a minute or two for him to get back to spawn. Spoke gears back up from his enderchest and sets back out.

There aren't really...people...at spawn, probably for the obvious reason.

But it doesn't take too long for someone to come peeking out of a portal, head over just close enough to be within hearing distance, and immediately tower a few blocks up. (He's also in full netherite and holding two totems.) "Where's Poopies? Sorry, I, uh--I'm Baconwaffles, introductions are cool, I'm just trying not to die immediately--"

Fit, radio-smooth, says: "Oh. It's named Poopies."

He's swung his legs over the edge of the wooden computer, slipped a new totem into the offhand, broken a few of the logs down into planks in case he needs to build somewhere, fast.

"I don't know? It hits like a truck, though, that can't be normal." And then, his laugh flips presentory, amicable; "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Fit."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, I've, I've heard a lot about you. Poopies is--it's been here for like a month now, it's got, like, resistance one million strength one million? Spoke named it. And, uh, made it. It's like his weird child or something, I don't know. It gets contained sometimes, you can put it in a boat or a box or something." He eyes Spoke's pile of stuff suspiciously. He should probably cycle through it but also he is not risking that, no thank you.

Not to worry. Spoke is here now! He peeks his head out of the portal. "Is it still invis orrrrr--"

"It's invis?????"

...Spoke towers up two blocks before joining Bacon in eyeing his stuff. "I assume that's a yes." Stacked totems are back in his offhand, he can grab his stuff and (pop) run and (pop) tower up. Yep, it is definitely still invis. XP time, his armor is about to break again. He bridges over to Fit this time, rather than staircasing.

Okay. We're not exactly dealing with Vanilla, here. Should be obvious, what with the immortal endermite running around, but also... also, there should probably be some sort of delay when Spoke pops his totems? Spoke might be running hacks-- funneling totems into the offhand is one of the most popular hacks to use, when you cut down to brass tacks. But that's not something you bring up in polite company.

Instead, what Fit does is laugh. It's not that much of a culture shock, not yet, all things considered. Pretty childish, but not too out there. Uh, past the... immortal mob! Named Poopies. Still, affecting casual, Fit says: "That was quite the scare, Spoke. Do you do that to every guest 'round here?"

"Trust me, it is not just guests." Spoke laughs too, friendly. "It's like a rite of passage, I think everyone here's been killed by it at least once. Well. Except you." He probably can't get away with spleefing Fit, logs take too long to break. He's considering it, though. Or he could try completing the staircase. "Besides, I gave you more totems than you even used."

"Hey, y'don't live long if you don't think quick!" He knocks a knuckle against the side of his head. "Can't be too cautious, huh?"

Two totems left. Do they have dupe stashes, here? How non-Vanilla does this get? He considers asking for more, but that's not quite the right image to give off-- not now, anyways. "Poopies" doesn't even seem malicious. A dumb prank with too much power, but that's fine with the infinite respawn. No big deal.

"Can never get too cautious." He pulls out his axe, starts breaking a log, and then stops before it actually breaks, then repeats on another log, then remembers that he's teasing FitMC and puts the axe back away. "Does anyone have a boat? I guess I can make one." Axe is back out, he could grab wood from his enderchest but why would he when there's wood right here. Crafting table first, then a boat. "Now who wants to take one for the team and try leading it in."

"You're the one that let it out." He almost considers saying I assume, but then Spoke giggles. Yep.

Fit is schooled into careful neutrality, but that doesn't change the way he watches the blocks more than he does Spoke, for a good few moments there. Spoke stops. Fit settles. Who wants to take one for the team...

...well, can't be too hard. He gets up from the edge, rolls his wrists, squints at the grass to try and catch sight of the particles. Can't be too hard. "I can do it," offers Fit. "Pass me that boat, Spoke?" (It's showmanship, it's fun. If he does it, it's reputation, if he doesn't, it's entertainment.) This may, actually, be stupid. When in Rome!

Spoke grins and tosses over the boat. "Now that's what I like to hear! How's this, if it doesn't kill you I'll give you an extra totem, replace the one I popped at the start."