"Sh... Shall I open it?" murmured Sweetie Belle after a small moment of silence.
"No!" exclaimed the other foals all at once, Diamond even taking a step back just in case she brutally decided to open it without warning.
Sweetie jumped and rolled her eyes : "Jeez calm down I wasn't actually gonna do it..."
"Maybe it's a Very Lucky Block?" suggested Rumble without much conviction.
"Yeah, or perhaps it's Very unlucky..." groaned Button. "I propose we just leave it like that. We've got enough materials as it is and we don't need to put ourselves in danger."
"But imagine we actually get the Lucky Sword!" squealed Sweetie Belle, her hoof suddenly urging her to touch the block.
"And imagine we get the lava fall. Not the most beautiful of deaths if you ask me!" sarcastically answered Button.
"Uh... Excuse me but what is a Lucky Block exactly?"
All their heads turned to Diamond Tiara's sheepish face.
"Oh right, I forgot you never really played this game!" nodded Button, shortly followed by Sweetie Belle and Rumble's comprehensive 'Ahhh!'
"A Lucky Block is a block that generates in the Minecraft world!" started Sweetie Belle. "When you open it, you either get good luck or bad luck, some things making you OP and others killing you."
"There are other Lucky Blocks that are tagged as "Very Lucky" or "Very Unlucky", which you probably guess what will happen if you open one of them," continued Rumble.
"But if we open it, I recommend only one of us stands by, the two others should get away..." finished Button, still anxious and opposed to the idea he judged bad.
"I'm gonna be the one to open it!" rushed Sweetie Belle.
"Wow okay are we really doing this?" groaned Button.
"If she's volunteering for it, let her!" shrugged Rumble.
"I guess if it's okay..." tried Diamond Tiara.
"Fine, just ignore the only rational colt here and go right into testing your luck!" sighed Button, giving up.
"Will you stay with me as I open it?" asked his fillyfriend, nervous.
"Okay... But if ever you feel like something bad will happen, run! Understood?" asked Button, serious.
"Yes! Thanks!" she chirped back, getting ready.
Their two friends backed up and let them do the work.
Sweetie Belle focused, closed her eyes, hoped for good luck and suddenly swung her hoof forward, breaking the block.
Button and the others waited in anxiety as nothing appeared strait away, ready to get out of the area if needed.
[url=youtube=https://youtu.be/4jrTcKHGsAI]Lucky Block!
A shiny block suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the soft grass with a big 'thump!'
Sweetie Belle jumped, surprised by the sudden appearance of it.
"Oh... it's... it's..." she stuttered.
"A gold block!" finished Rumble, excitedly scuttling over to examine it.
"Oh, it's perfect! We haven't found any as well, so this is good..." approved Diamond Tiara.
"Anyone got iron?"
"Yeah, I think we quickly picked some up down in the cave." Button started to look through his saddlepack for iron.
"I got the crafting table!" grinned Sweetie, taking it out and placing it on the floor.
"Heyyyy... I got one too!" frowned Diamond, placing her own next to the first one.
"We always have too many crafting tables!" giggled Sweetie Belle.
Rumble grabbed them both, wrapping his hooves around their shoulders :
"I say this calls for celebration!" he brightly smiled as he reached into his saddlepack.
A small, fishy, slimy thing started wiggling about in his hooves, just a few inches away from both the fillies' muzzles.
"Celestia!" screamed Diamond Tiara, terrified.
"Damn it Rumble! Jeez!" shouted Sweetie, getting away from him in a hurry. "The hell was that?"
"It's uh..." Rumble looked at it, uncertain and waiting for it's name tags to appear. "A 'Fat Fish'"
"I don't like how it looks, and I don't like how it sounds like..." muttered Diamond, shuddering.
"Where did you even find something like that?!"
A pair of brown hooves suddenly pushed the prankster's hooves up and the Fat Fish dug into Rumble's face.
"Ew! Are you kidding me Button?! Oh Luna this is disgusting!" groaned Rumble, trying to take it off before panicking and wiggling around. "Oh man, it's sticking to my face! Get it off, get it off!"
The foals brightly laughed their heads off at their embarrassed friend.
"That's karma for you!"
"Anyone got a camera? I so wish I could take a screenshot or something!"
Their joyful laughs echoed through the forest, sharing a small moment of happiness that thankfully still existed in their virtual world.
The white eyes were burning with anger. An anger so deep, it couldn't control what it was doing.
That thing was supposed to die! That thing was never supposed to start making those happy-sounding noises! What healed him? What helped him? Or did the problem occur with the weapon? Was it not good enough? Where was the smell of fear?
He wanted to run into that clearing and stop whatever the things out there were doing. To show them who he truly was so that they'd notice him and he could finally smell the fear again.
But what made him mad, was that he couldn't. Something was stopping him, and it resembled no other feeling he had ever experienced. It was stopping his hooves from moving, creating sweat on his forehead and hurting him, as if his stomach was hollow. It couldn't be fear... could it? Fear of the things in front of him that didn't seem to worry. That were united. That could represent a danger.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. No. He could not experience fear. He was the god of this world. He was going to get his revenge. And it would be by taking away what that thing apparently loved most...
He smiled a little and squinted his eyes.
Now to see which of the three things he was going to take away...