Grpp
"...and we'll make a fantastic journey to the sky."
The Church of the Poppy was not created to satisfy the living, but to honour the dead.
Amongst their members was Grpp, a skeptic by nature. He held no interest in honouring the dead, and the Church's isolated spot left him hungry for combat, but he endured. He stayed solely because he enjoyed the companionship.
The Founders were Voodoospirits and Pineapplefish1, joined by StrayTunic, IBlameMySyndrome, Otacato, and Grpp.
His initiation into the world was swift, stumbling past phenomena like the Crafting Isle, Floating Treehouse, Nether Highway, and finally arriving at the First Field, where the Church resides. The field was glowing with remembrance, a field of poppies, a field of souls, a field of life and death.
With Pineapplefish1 and Voodoospirits' help, Grpp secured enchanted diamond assets, and even built a small home for himself within the Church's soil.
His favourite time is night. That's when he gets to shine. The Church and The Phantoms clash every nightfall, fulfilling Grpp's need for combat.
Grpp was finally settling in.
Then, everything crashed.
Voodoospirits discovered a sort of highway in The End. Curious, he took a boat and treaded for thirty-seven thousand blocks, stopping off at an end city to restock and grab loot. However, during what was supposed to be a simple hit and run, the walls echoed and suddenly opened up, shulkers firing from left right and centre. Floating uncontrollably, the Highway in the distance, Voodoospirits' armour shattered. His totems ran dry, and his elytra still waiting to be claimed. In an act of desperation, he threw his pearl, unaware it would be his last breath.
Voodoospirits never returned from his expedition.
After a grave was erected in his honour, Grpp grew an obsession with The End, his compass pointing out towards the vast open space of nothing. His Journey to the Sky had begun, but he didn't want to start it alone. He asked Pineapplefish1 to embark alongside him. Pineapplefish1 agreed, and the two entered The End portal, discussing plans of a celebration for when they got back.
Throughout the End Highway, the two found various signs from previous travellers, end cities, even the same city Voodoospirits had vanished. They didn't stop there. Despite a couple warnings, the two pushed through.
50k...
70k...
100k.
The end of the Highway, laid ancient machinery used to construct the highway, a board with names of those who crossed the highway, and boats from their travels. The two came face to face with the border itself. It wasn't part of their original plan, but their curiosity swallowed like the sea.
"Take the risk, or lose the chance. It's like stepping into the event horizon." - Grpp.
When Grpp first entered, they both lost their minds, finally figuring out the border wasn't as impenetrable as they thought.
Pineapplefish1 followed suit, and they both relished in the moment of bypassing the confines of the world.
Pineapplefish1 slipped. Fell. She quickly donned her elytra, boosting her rockets as she felt the vacuum of space surging through her body. Her hands trembling, she drew her final breath, mere meters away from safety against the ruthless border.
Grpp watched Pineapplefish1's body flash in a beam of light, before getting eradicated from the world itself. In a panic, he rushed forward to secure the pieces of history she left behind, enduring through the powerful force against the border. He secured at least half, before dropping to the ground, eating before getting back up. He breached back through the border, running to get the rest of it, but in his way back, he stumbled, stumbled over his own suffocation, and with a final step, his body was eradicated, leaving the confines of the world. All of his items, reduced to history. Their heads will never be found.
Rumours spread through The Church that you can see his soul wandering through the sky. I guess he finally made it.