Well... It seemed like this map was meant for fun and an enjoyable pastime for players, but now it has lost its charm. Now, it only brings disgust and hatred because of that huge dead tree standing right in the center. An NPC noob was attached to it, built out of blocks and fixed directly to the trunk. It was placed there as a "radio test," an attempt to interact with this cursed tree somehow.

Rochas313 and you sat by the campfire on the cold ground, leaning your backs against the logs, watching the fire flicker and crackle. The sky was dark—something between sunset and night—while a blinding bright yellow sun hung above, impossible to look at.

Rochas313 pulled his knees to his chest, resting his hands on them. He adjusted his hat, then turned his head toward the tree and that same noob. The memory of how that thing had chased you sent an unpleasant chill down his spine.

With a heavy sigh, Rochas313 shifted his gaze to you.

"Hey, dude, you okay?" he finally spoke. "Honestly, I have no idea why we're sitting here. You still haven't given me an answer."

There was a playful tone in his voice—but only to lighten the mood and support his friend.

"How are you feeling, man?"