• Inventory Split Incoming

    MassiveCraft will be implementing an inventory split across game modes to improve fairness, balance, and player experience. Each game mode (Roleplay and Survival) will have its own dedicated inventory going forward. To help players prepare, we’ve opened a special storage system to safeguard important items during the transition. For full details, read the announcement here: Game Mode Inventory Split blog post.

    Your current inventories, backpacks, and ender chest are in the shared Medieval inventory. When the new Roleplay inventory is created and assigned to the roleplay world(s) you will lose access to your currently stored items.

    Important Dates

    • April 1: Trunk storage opens.
    • May 25: Final day to submit items for storage.
    • June 1: Inventories are officially split.

    Please make sure to submit any items you wish to preserve in the trunk storage or one of the roleplay worlds before the deadline. After the split, inventories will no longer carry over between game modes.

Make It On Your Own Meryt

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I began to run. My dream started out in complete darkness, which was typical. I always started out running. It was always this long dark hallway, with bits of light peeking underneath doorways. As I passed them I could hear my father yelling- sometimes yelling at me to grab something, or telling me off for breaking something valuable, or even sometimes just yelling to yell. That's why I had to keep my footsteps quiet in these dreams, or else the door would open and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I even had to relive my memory of that yelling.

I had just rounded the corner of the hallway, my feet skidding across the floor. Even though I was acutely aware I was dreaming, I took a few steadying breaths. My tail flicked around my feet, drifting up dust. I hated this maze I was in every night; come to think of it, I've had this same dream every night for my whole life. No matter how much I ran or cried, my memories never changed. I was so sick of it.

When I heard the soft footsteps, I darted forward. I had never been captured by the thing behind me, and I wasn't going to start now. Any time before I spared a look behind me, I saw a drooling monster with rows and rows of sharp teeth. It resembled the monster my father kept in a pit in his basement, the one he'd threaten to feed me to if I messed up. I huffed and puffed as I put a little more speed into my gait, even getting on all fours and darting through the hallway.

I turned one corner after another, even with the darkness beginning to choke me out I knew where to turn. I was trusting my gut instinct now since there were no more doors dotting the walls. As far as I could tell I could be in a tunnel now, and the textures underneath my feet and hands told me as much that I wasn't on tile any more.

I had never reached this far before in my dreams, and the thought of something new shot my muscles with much needed adrenaline. Didn't you have to dream of a location you'd been to before? I didn't even know where I was, but my gut seemed to know where to guide me. I sprung forth, right into a bush with just enough force to get me through its branches. Instantly my eyes dilated, hitting light.

I was in a clearing with a brightly beautiful sky up above. I took a moment to admire it as I had never seen anything so stunning before, and as I kneeled down with my head up towards the sky I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Suddenly I was five years old again.

"Meryt," My mother cooed, her claws delicately pulling a leaf out of my hair. "You're going to have to take better care of yourself."

I was all too aware of this memory. This was the night she left me.

"Why did you leave, mom?" I asked, twisting my head around so I could see her in my dream.

Mother's feline shaped head slumped forward a bit, and I couldn't make out how she felt. "I didn't want to leave you, but your father made me." She answered, tipping up my chin with her claws gently. "Don't believe a word your father has ever told you, my sweet Meryt. You are destined to do great things. Please believe me."

I scoffed. Typical motherly love, I guess.

"I'm serious. You do not have to follow in your father's footsteps, and you know this deep down inside. Why do you insist on becoming Argentum?"

I furrowed my brows. This was not how this went in her past, not at all. "How do you know that?" I asked, my tail curling in my lap. My mom sat down next to me on the ground, wrapping her own tail around my waist.

"I'm watching you from the sky, I always have been. It's not too late, you can always turn back."

I hugged my mom. I wept, like the weak child I was. It felt so nice to have her comforting arms around me again, a face full of her mane.

It was taken away all too soon when I was shaken awake by a street kid dropping some sort of cold white stuff in my face.

"HAHA, GOT YOU VEGA!" The kid screamed before bolting. Before I knew it, I was in a snowball fight.

I had never seen snow before, but I guess I would be experiencing
a lot of firsts these next few days.
 


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