• 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.

The Slum Demon

The Slum Demon by Anonymous
IMG_2358.PNG Cloaked in darkness, the Slum Demon was,
His dark curses make room for buzz,
No doubt in all minds, he was a threat,
For the Slum Demon was the cause for wreck.

His words were hissed,
Like a viper kissed,
Sinful statements fallen from his lips.

Tales be told of his twisted tricks,
The spells that bent from his sharp nails with only a flick;
The man of Void, he angered a king.

A king of law, a king of guard;
The Slum Demon found himself wanted, but he didn't run.

A Villain, as all know, does nothing but walk;
For if you hold all Void in your hands,
What do you have to fear in any lands?

But all was wrong, for even the Demon was still mortal,
The King of Law brought down his word, all spell fell feeble.
The Slum Dwellers begged with sorrow,
But their Demon would be nothing come the morrow.

So the day come cloak in sun,
The Slum Demon was thrown with shun,
His eyes were sharp- unfilled with fright,
For still he knew his might.

Those beneath him, in their rags and riches,
They watched with awe as the Slum Demon took a last kneel before them.
His gaze was colder than sin itself,
His chin held low in wait for steel.

The axe fell with a chop,
The Slum Demon's head taken off with a lop.
So there stood the King of Law and Guard, grinning in victory,
For he'd finally won.

The crowd, they cried or they cheered,
The Slum Demon was no longer near,
His Sin was gone, his words were silent,
The King didn't know they had allready sparked an enlightenment.

The Demon was right,
He must have been,
For who is more right;
A weak King or a powerful demon?
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@Magivore