User blog comment:Auraestus/The death of Glosur and the fall of Kheled-Arnin/@comment-26084195-20150519055230

You, my good man, have written an excellent ending to your story. But it was a little sad (not that that's not a good thing), so I am going to make a quick little alternate ending for my own benefit.

When Glosur awoke, the first thing that struck him was sunlight. And grass. He was lying in a field somewhere, a very nice field. Glosur felt his chest, but there was no wound! He looked around. He realized he wasn't dead. He was somewhere.... square. Made entirely of cubes.

"Well well well. It looks like he's finally awake." A voice behind him said. Glosur turned to see the clearly pleased (and quite cubical) face of Eureka Enderborn. "Welcome to Minecraftia, my friend. Welcome home."