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Instead, he became a loot-obsessed creature—twisted by greed, whispering “my precious” at every rare drop. No one knows what foul ritual unlocked his legendary achievement. Some say a GPU melted. Others say a server wept.
All I know is: now he senses loot... and takes it.
I was playing with him and AngrySaltPile, venturing deep into the woods. I found a hidden treasure chest—gleaming, untouched, mine.
I began to open it… and was blinded by a sudden flash.
When I could see again—it was gone.
And there he stood. Frothing. Twitching.
“Ooohhh shiny loot! Look what I found!”
FOUND?! That was mine, you chest-thieving gobli—
Sorry. Dad moment.
Anyway. The power lives in him now. We just try to survive.