Diposting pertama kali oleh Hudson633:

Again my friends dragged me on,
but my spawn point is gone,
this is quite a blow.

It's not a small snag,
losing your bag,
in a biome where hemp doesn't grow.

Was the bag eaten by a moth?
my friends are hunting for cloth,
but won't find much in the snow.

This poem written in June 2023 titled Across The Map I Go, is a short story where a player is bagged-in by friends, but later finds the bag missing. The group are short on cloth because little can be found in the snow biome, so they struggle to replace it.

The poem was inspired by disastrous moments where I joined a group without being given a sleeping bag, so had to run across the map to link up with them (and half the time was killed by friendly fire upon arrival). The title essentially acts as a final line: So across the map I go...

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