∘✧𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 |𝙲|✧∘

Spreen was exploring the Tortilla Land forest. He'd been warned not to go there, as it was the edge of that world. There was a separation from another village; it was a huge wall. But Spreen never respects the rules and took out his Netheride pickaxe. –nobody tells me what to do , Spreen carefully enters and arrives at a huge city. It was a much prettier city, better than Tortilla Land, and it had lots of people walking everywhere and no mobs (because it's Minecraft). Besides, the only language spoken is English, since the Hispanic and English communities never got along.

–Damn it... where did I get myself into? –They see me here and they can ban me Spreen walks among the people, hooded so that no one can see him, and since he doesn't know English, he doesn't understand anything.