• 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.

Silent As The Grave

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The curious few who looked up through the top windows of the Peirgarten townhouse would for days see the same chestnut brown hair shielding the face of a figure. The figure didn't seem to move an inch, not for days. To those inside the townhouse this figure was known to be Kimmie Bigge, a woman engaged to one of the family members who was currently staying at their place due to family issues. When they checked in on her she didn't seem to respond. She was still breathing and blinking, but she refused to eat, speak, or sleep. Her gaze remained fixed on the wall, the life seemingly drained from her usually cheery bright blue eyes.


Kimmie's brain repeated the same memories and thoughts over and over again for what felt like years. She didn't even notice her future in-laws trying to get her attention, not even when Tobie Peirgarten tried to speak to her did she react at all.


Her brain was too filled with her own voice questioning all she believed. What had the spirit ever truly done for her? It'd let her be born to a terribly egotistical father, it let be seen as strange for her behavior, it let her heart be broken, but worst of all, the spirit had let many innocent faithful people perish over the years.


After days of sitting in the same spot without food nor sleep she rose to her feet and headed downstairs to get herself some food as if nothing was wrong. She slept and seemed fine again, but her silence remained. Not a single peep came from the woman's lips, and her eyes never fully regained their former liveliness and joy. Her usual smile no longer quite reached her eyes, as if it was simply faked. What caused all of this was hard to pin down for anyone, even for the woman herself, but it couldn't be denied that something had changed about her demeanor.
 
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The curious few who looked up through the top windows of the Peirgarten townhouse would for days see the same chestnut brown hair shielding the face of a figure. The figure didn't seem to move an inch, not for days. To those inside the townhouse this figure was known to be Kimmie Bigge, a woman engaged to one of the family members who was currently staying at their place due to family issues. When they checked in on her she didn't seem to respond. She was still breathing and blinking, but she refused to eat, speak, or sleep. Her gaze remained fixed on the wall, the life seemingly drained from her usually cheery bright blue eyes.


Kimmie's brain repeated the same memories and thoughts over and over again for what felt like years. She didn't even notice her future in-laws trying to get her attention, not even when Tobie Peirgarten tried to speak to her did she react at all.


Her brain was too filled with her own voice questioning all she believed. What had the spirit ever truly done for her? It'd let her be born to a terribly egotistical father, it let be seen as strange for her behavior, it let her heart be broken, but worst of all, the spirit had let many innocent faithful people perish over the years.


After days of sitting in the same spot without food nor sleep she rose to her feet and headed downstairs to get herself some food as if nothing was wrong. She slept and seemed fine again, but her silence remained. Not a single peep came from the woman's lips, and her eyes never fully regained their former liveliness and joy. Her usual smile no longer quite reached her eyes, as if it was simply faked. What caused all of this was hard to pin down for anyone, even for the woman herself, but it couldn't be denied that something had changed about her demeanor.