subwoofer lullaby but its abandoned - YouTube Archieves

just heard the video was going to be deleted so yea
I DON'T OWN THIS VIDEO ALL CREDITS GO TO angel Craig - / @racoonsyndrome
have a good day :)

[@omen2332]

I'm going to miss all of the stories, all of the lore of the abandoned city on the original video that got deleted

[@mileskimasktheslumpgod]

i actually wrote one! it genuinely took forever for me to write, maybe over an hour lmao i'm gonna miss the stories too :(

[@omen2332]

@@mileskimasktheslumpgod I wrote one as well, and though it took only about 15 minutes, I was pretty proud of what I'd written. Which brings up the question: how about starting it again?

[@mileskimasktheslumpgod]

​@@omen2332 that actually sounds like a pretty sweet idea! we should totally do it lmao

[@luket4541]

PLEASE BRING IT BACK IT WAS SO INTERESTING

[@luket4541]

Mia Kamradt YES DO MORE IT WAS HELLA INTERESING

[@nynchliggers7160]

*It's been 17 years since the Great Pandemic*

[@luket4541]

add to this story idea plssss

[@cattyclove]

It’s been 17 years since the Great Pandemic. I remember when it began; when our homes became the lifeline through which we could do naught but wait; when the very connections that made humanity something more than a collection of individuals were tested, like a great wave threatening a skyscraper.

[@cattyclove]

Alternatively: It’s been 17 years since the Great Pandemic. Sometimes I can still see the scars; beautiful, painful scars.

[@mr.mann.7519]

@@cattyclove Today changed. The world began to become more agressive 6 years ago. We had to shoot our neighbors. They were infected. I was the only survivor in Lakeview Street. Millitary forces got in at 2033. Some set up zones. Some fought off these ‘zombies.’ Nobody rescued us. The Millitary promised they’d protect us. They left us. The cities are abandoned. Everyone I know is dead or infected. I left the city. Where am I now? *Home.*

[@user-op2gp2zx4y]

BRUH Mr mann. That's deep

[@vladimirmakarov261]

this song is the embodiment of loneliness and sadness. it feels like a reminder of what was, the good, the bad, and everything in between. despite hearing this few times in actual Minecraft or outside of it it has a sense of nastolgia, a sense if mystery. what it personally reminds me of is when I was a kid, happy playing only Minecraft, when I didn't need to care about anything when it was so simple, and the sense of nastolgia kicks in here with the deserted and forgotten sound of the song itself. all I can think of when I hear this is "I wish I could go back"

[@jasmineharbour6045]

you wrote this perfectly, that's exactly how i feel when listening to this too

[@themf05]

Welp at least you got "loneliness" right and its also how I feel listening to this.

[@bxoomi]

this reminds me of when there was a tutorial you could play and when i discovered the church in it :')

[@wisestminer555]

I still own my tutorial world from over 4 years ago. Almost all of the buildings were either militarised by my friends or destroyed by my friends during 2016-17. For some people, I'm the missing friend. I still go onto the world once every few months, and my friends have almost joined a few times.

[@sammylammy996]

@@wisestminer555 F

[@rosscarpentier9204]

I need to stay awake. Every time I drift off I can feel myself begin to dream. The day that I'm alone. Walking some old road in a forgotten city with the loudest silence you've ever heard. No wind, no people, no animals, not even the sound of your footsteps seems to get far. The eeriness of silence creeps up on you until its wormed into my ears and the subtle sense of doom forms at the back of my mind. I look up at the rusted skyscrapers painted against a clear blue sky. There's something about them that feels familiar. Maybe it's the rust or the architecture. In the distance - clouds. A beautiful light blue sky with streaks of a setting sun casting a fading glow on the once proud buildings. Looking down there are trees so it seems there's still some kind of life here. And that bridge up ahead. Where have you seen it before? Remember. Remember what it was like before - before it all went to hell. Before the war. Before the government failed. Before school was cancelled. Before you never got to see your crush for the last time. Before you knew your mom was sick. Before you were. Before you knew what sadness, depression, loss, and pain were. Before you were awake. Its cruel isn't it? To be born with such innocence and purity for it to be slowly destroyed right before your eyes. To be burdened with all the world's politics, morals, news, and savagery. When you were just a young adult sitting in your room listening to a melancholy version of a song you had heard countless times before. The anthem of your childhood. Listening to a sad version of a sad song thinking about times when you were very and truly happy. The time when you didn't make your mom cry because you yell at her and the biggest problems were who was the fastest on the playground. Back when you noticed when the birds were chirping and when waking up at 6 in the morning on a Saturday was the best thing ever. And now you're here. Listening to a corrupted version of a song which stabbed us right through the soul and left its mark on us as some of the best moments in our lives. Just like how our lives have been corrupted. We are in high school. The best parts of our lives. But it's not. It is nothing like what people said it would be, or what the movies showed us it was. We've been lied to, betrayed by the people who want to be progressive and make our lives better. We are miserable and we come to music like this in order to tailor it to our current situation in order to help us remember and apply those feelings to now. What is the meaning of all anyway? I so desperately want there to be one but every time I try I can’t find one that satisfies me. And the idea that you create your own meaning seems like a cop out to me. I am so tired. Tired of having to care about so much and not have any of it mean much to anybody else at all. I do not want to dream anymore. I don't want to be baited and teased with good memories and ideas when there is no good left anymore. But I'm dozing and I can't stop.

[@lidia0444]

Omg wow this is literal art. Your words are beautiful and so true. Thank you for expressing what i feel into words

[@user-eu9er6qz4v]

You should be a writer,this is a literal masterpiece

[@akstmwn8039]

wow thats... thats amazing

[@TheBishbosh]

GIVE THIS MAN/WOMAN A RAISE

[@marshmallowvampire8503]

Woah... Although I like depressing stuff, I also like how 4:00 starts to sound a little hopeful, like there is still beauty in the world even if it's tired, empty, and lonely. It only feels dead. It rots from the inside and there is no personality, but it still holds up. It still goes on with good things frozen in time: photos, music, and even if our loved ones pass on, family is a concept, a feeling, that doesn't rot or rust. Beauty is something you find, it isn't just there.

[@Ezekiel_Allium]

Everyone else has moved on. I walk out into my simple wheat field. Harvesting, replanting, retilling soil trampled by drowned exiting the river in the night. I return to my house, a simple crumbling tower built at the time to imply a grander story, now just reflecting the state of this once shared realm. I craft my bread, stash the extra seeds haphazardly in a chest, I've never been much for organization. I can see the silent base, made by an old friend ive lost contact with after highschool, from my window as I top off my food bar. I go mining for hours, making sure I have more diamonds than anyone else. But really, I'm just hoping that today, of all days, maybe someone else will join the game.

[@StinkySeaGoat]

Lmao the old one got abandoned

[@mileskimasktheslumpgod]

LMAO 💀💀

[@angel-nv7jk]

Ironic

[@bruhbobent]

Lol

[@jessewehavetocook93]

:,(

[@Wanden2906]

100th like👌🏼

[@Nebu3]

The original got deleted because of monetization,the original uploader had some problems with this so he just deleted the original,he uploaded another version 5 days ago but its not the same pitch and speed.

[@sirgrem2988]

Yeah, it's really a shitty move but understandable if they were running out of money in real life.

[@Nebu3]

@@sirgrem2988 well i dont think he ever did money on this because the music wasn't created by him,but there is some chances that the youtube bot didn't detected the music,and by the time,he earned some money out of it,until the creator found out and striked the video (or just asked for demonetization)

[@carrottime5853]

@@Nebu3 nah the copyright was "Remember? (Nightime Burnout Remix)" which is a remix which contains minecraft ost and it's honestly such a massive dick move to copyright it

[@TheBishbosh]

Where’s the W new one

[@joshy-noha]

Thanks for the re-upload, I was looking for this everywhere

[@KaranSharma-ep4lo]

Omfg ikr

[@racoonsyndrome]

Yes tis epic

[@SquidCena]

What happeend to the original?

[@egg6980]

@@SquidCena it got deleted

[@lookboiii2183]

How long have I carried you now? Days? Weeks? You stopped talking some time ago. I tried not to notice, but I did. I dare not look down; for the abyss of your gaze is one I would have no choice but to dive in. Are you looking at me? From my arms or from somewhere else, are you looking? I swear I can almost feel your eyes upon me, a presence lingering in my periphery only noticed by the earliest primal senses. Or it could be my imagination, a figment created to distract from the obvious, the fact I do desperately try to avoid. We must all go quiet some day, but not you, you are just tired. Tired. I am so very tired. I wish I could stop walking but I see nowhere comfortable to sit, no chairs, no stools not even a stump. All is barren, another fact I wish to avoid, but alas my vision proves this just from its basic function. There is nothing. Down to the dirt. The birds haven’t chirped and the bees haven’t buzzed for longer than I care to remember. From before I met you. Yet though the earth is barren, the sky as always, isn’t. Billions of sparkling lights incomprehensible distances away. Many may be dead already as their light reaches us. See the constellations and wonder if there is a god, see what the universe is. See that we did nothing wrong, as somewhere out there we can be seen by someone else. And I hope our earlier light reaches them. I hope they see just how well we did till this point. But now the sky brightens, a dull blue washing over like rising water, the abyss becoming darker and darker while the water takes its own colour. I think it’s time we watch the sun rise, don’t you? And with the thought my legs sink from beneath me, my arms, jelly. And without looking I lay you down next to me on the cold, hard dirt. You know I think I remember this view, I think we’ve been here before. I hope so, the familiarity is the closest thing to home we have at the moment. Look at the mountains around us, the grandeur of the monoliths that stood before the end and even after it. There may be no life but the earth still exists. I hope this is the same place. It’s been so long since I have been here. As the sky becomes lighter so do I. I suppose it is time to lie down. And so I lie next to you, I dare not to look at the abyss. But I do. And you are beautiful. Beyond my broadest imaginings you are still the most beautiful. As the sun rises and my skin burns I remember the words you said the last time we were here. The words ended my life, and rebirthed it all at once. I love you.

[@deepvirk4521]

Damn...

[@VerVereanNet]

😔

[@westwind488]

You know, that really hurts, man

[@cheemsmay]

And here we see an english major. Damn though. How did you write this?

[@lookboiii2183]

Zokorox [8B8T.xyz] thats honestly one of my favourite comments of all time because I am actually home-schooled. Also I kinda just do string-of-thought writing so it was basically just fluid with the song on repeat for inspiration.

[@buckethead3053]

Walking through the streets of an abandoned city, hoping to find people, food and water. But there is no one left except you, and the city's speakers are playing this song with their last battery before they go silent forever..

[@rosscarpentier9204]

A melancholy dream

[@Haxxer82]

iirc, the reply thread for this comment continued the story ending with the main character finding another man who kept the music going for other potential survivors.

[@Cookie0927]

When i was younger, me and my friends from middle school had a SMP world to play in. There was a city that had our seperate houses and streets to connect to each other. The lights were made with burning netherack. The streets were made with gravel. The houses were made of wood and wool. It was a nice server to connect and, not only play minecraft, but to also socialise in. We would talk about homework needed to be completed, our middle school crushes, and even friends who we would invite to the server. That was about 8 years ago, back in 2012. A few of those people are in good places in the world. One of my friends went on into their next chapters in life. He got married and theyre thinking about having a child. Another one of my friends are in the process of getting a Doctorate Degree in university. Im very proud of them. However, not every story is a happy one. One of my friends moved across the country and i havent heard from him since. Another one of my friends went to prison. And lastly, the two saddest ones. One of them is missing and it seems they will never find him. And, one of my greatest friends, is no longer with us. I think he committed suicide when i was in high school. But I wonder if I could go back to experience this server one more time, if things could be different. And if things would be better. Moral of the story is: Never take friendships for granted. And always remember, nothing lasts forever. Ive learned the hard way.

[@wtfimcrying]

jesus christ this is bleak, hope you're taking it easy, my friend.

[@blitzatom]

I saved one of the comments from the old video, which I thought was interesting. Don't remember who made it, but here's what I could salvage: You've been walking for quite some time now. Days? Weeks? Barely even matters anymore. Just you, wandering through the long destroyed city of ██████. You're fairly certain this was your home town, actually. You even recognize a few buildings, like that old cafe you and your pals would hang out at during the weekend, or the school you went to for a year before get transferred. There's still those giant loudspeakers on nearly every street. Government installed them to warn the populace of the raids. Not that they would do much good, mind you. By the time the speakers started up, half the city was usually in ruins by then. Still, they insisted on building them all over. You always wondered why the people fighting them didn't get that money, but it's not like that would have stopped 'em. You stop by an old park and set up camp there. Twilight is upon you, and who knows if they'll come for you again tonight. You lie down, and close your eyes. You can't sleep, but just laying down is more comfort then most people get these days. If there are people these days. The speakers start making noise. Probably just an automated message. But you don't recall machines sending out messages on them. The static continues for a minute or two, and then you hear a tune. You remember this music back when you where a kid, playing some sandbox game on your parent's PC. What was it? "Miner Raft"? "Minecraft"? Yeah, Minecraft sounds right enough. At first, you just sit there, enjoying the music. Nostalgia hits you, but not like a hard punch that makes you cry. Crying attracts attention, anyways. It's more of just a montage of memories that make you smile. But, considering your circumstances, you don't smile too hard. And then common sense hits you like a metal pipe clashing against your skull. The loudspeakers are transmitting something. There is a PERSON transmitting this music, right in the city's military radio station. You run. You were never a very social person, but it's been a long time since you've even remembered another person. It could have been a few months, or you could have been living like this for decades. Doubt starts to rush through your head. What if this is one of them? What if it's a bandit who's just playing this to get attention? What if they're dead by the time you get there? You don't consider these scenarios. By now, you've already reached the bunker where this person is transmitting the music. All that's left between you and what may be the only other human left on Earth is just an unlocked steel door. You open the door.

[@chumpchange3326]

Ahhh man, this one was sooo good! I really hope we can build some of the stories back up. Im about o contribute one right now.

[@marcomendex8780]

Yes, I remember this story too, if I believe so I think it was the top comment and even got a heart from the creator of the original video.

[@DJAyt69]

BlitZAtom Where is part 2?

[@blitzatom]

@@DJAyt69 I don't know, there wasn't one in the original comment

[@DJAyt69]

BlitZAtom You inspired me to write my own poem It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end (Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went to hell for everything they did so now everything is right again)

[@jackarlow4202]

I can still remember my world on my PS3 waiting sitting their while I cry to go back to the day I first got Minecraft for ps3 it was truly a great experience thank you

[@TheodoresTomfooleries]

_After years of staying away from Minecraft, you finally return to the multiplayer server you and your friends used to go on all the time_ . . . *The only things left on the server are remnants of buildings, which have been griefed and destroyed throughout the server's inactivity.* *The City, one of the central parts of the server, has been reduced to rubble. Many of the buildings which you and your friends worked on are gone. There's nothing but the frames and bare skeleton of skyscrapers. Giant holes in the sides of shops and schools.* _You press TAB to see if anybody is on the server with you. . ._ *_But nobody's here._*

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

I know it's late, but tell me

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

What happens next.

[@TheodoresTomfooleries]

@@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc they all died the end

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

@@TheodoresTomfooleries Damn. That was quick

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

@@TheodoresTomfooleries But for some hope, they might as well be in heaven playing minecraft with each other.

[@wlofa]

If anyone is wondering where the picture is from: It's from a product on a 3D Model website. 3drt.com/store/environments/megacity-construction-kit.html It's the 31st picture :)

[@huebertdinglechalk]

Thanks dude I thought it was from some early 2000s post-apocalyptic game

[@rbvfeehfbudenrj]

This is the subwoofer lullaby that you hear as you drive out of the city and everyone you know is dead

[@thejdaood]

I bookmarked the deleted video so I could find it easily again but just noticed it was gone... But then found this, so thank you! :D

[@JacobsGamingChannel]

wait... can u gimme the link?

[@LateNightblueflames]

I dounloaded it long time ago

[@LateNightblueflames]

I still have it

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

@@LateNightblueflames I know it's late, but can you give the link?

[@jod4689]

Whats the link so I can put it in the wayback machine.

[@racoonsyndrome]

thank you very much for this now everyone can be happy and listen to the original

[@gyuuipa5166]

oh hi angel craig! ur cool

[@racoonsyndrome]

@@gyuuipa5166 hello and thank you

[@chumpchange3326]

Hey dude! Thanks a lot for this masterpiece

[@racoonsyndrome]

@@chumpchange3326 np

[@dofgsutegzufstedgyditsurco3919]

I miss the old days when I used to watch Dan the diamond minecart and Stampy, sundee 😢

[@Kaibutsu_lol]

ooooh those were the days :(

[@vader9860]

He still plays Minecraft! Dr Tray is still ok! His name is Dantdm!

[@dofgsutegzufstedgyditsurco3919]

@@vader9860 i know but now i got stuff to do now

[@vader9860]

@@dofgsutegzufstedgyditsurco3919 ok

[@RSizuxvfwxfu]

Angels, they were

[@prismatica_official]

Whenever I hear this, my mind immediately flips to a liminal space. Anyone else experience this?

[@SouthTea]

i feel like this shit is sort of like after a nuke

[@RSizuxvfwxfu]

@@SouthTea it is....... nuclear fallout has a massive effect on the area. It radiates the whole area till it is nothing but small skeletal remains of once beautiful skyscrapers, and now? Rust covered towers with only so many hazards your body can handle before it succumbs to the damages that are dealt. Trees......oh Lord, the trees.....all that green you see every weekend before having some coffee ☕? G O N E

[@nightmare_eyes911]

i think the backrooms

[@makin12]

It feels like world after a nuclear fallout

[@jasmineharbour6045]

i think of minecraft liminal spaces, like a world built with childhood friends that has long since been abandoned, or an untouched mineshaft deep in a cave, or getting lost in the long corridors of a nether fortress. the old block textures for added nostalgic effect. and finally the realisation that it's just you in a minecraft world that goes on for millions and millions of blocks and that it will never be fully discovered.

[@Dizzhy3]

The end of a happy life

[@peckneckstudios5566]

How many more series of lives will we go through...? How many more times would I have died and forced to start anew...? Thoughts that ran thousands of times before as I wandered around this abandoned city people used to call home... What was this severs name again? 2b2t...? Yeah, sounds about right...to me anyway I kept wandering around to see what might have been even left if this world...seeing older build of destruction that might have been more complex and comprehending than my own builds in general. Then I saw what was left of my old home. My dog, rose200, wasn’t here..I remembered that she died during a wave of zombies attacked my house, so her grave might be nearby... I only remember her favorite color being blue. Oh if I wished she could see the blue sky take place in the shining lights of the morning... I sighed, placing my hands in my pockets Nope, those days aren’t the same anymore... I stepped inside, hearing the wood creaking beneath my paw. I saw no life within the house anymore except for the small jingling of my cat’s bell collar... “Xp?” I whispered, coming towards the black cat sitting up top of my furnace. I softly pet her, feeling her soft somewhat presentable purring Then, a loud *slam* came from outside, making me freak out and pull out my sword I immediately ran outside with no second thought, seeing no one in my way or view. I couldn’t help but to press the “tab” button that was beside me. I wasn’t sure why it was there, but it allowed me to see the presence of others in the world .... No ones here other than me... I heard another slam, making me turn around behind me to see someone in a doge skin with a hula skirt on I tilted my head before they turned over to me “Hello? Hello, is that you red?” The dog person spoke up. “RedVgaming, is that you?” “Y-yeah...?” I stuttered “Howdy, been a wile since I’ve last seen ya, huh?” “I....I guess? Who are you..? The dog raised its paw towards me “It’s me! PebbleRebel! You remember right? I’m the one who helped you build your whole town here!” “P-pebble? B-but I saw you die! You never respawned- I thought *he* killed you off” “He did...he did red...he took our town into ruins...KikiTheComedyKid, Crimzonkiller, Mightyduck, Rachel, MagnusBlock....they all missed you when you stopped coming...when our world was destroyed and rest...” “I don’t understand, why are you here?!?” The dog looked behind and away from me, seeing a giant gaping hole where my house originally was “I have to go now....there taking me away” “What do you mean *there* taking you away?” “Your not suppose to be here....goodbye old friend” Before I could say another word, tnt set off and blew me to smithereens, making the title screen of “you died” pop up, giving me my score as well All I could do was spectate or leave, not that the spectate button was working anyway I left, but it pulled up a screen to a white room with a door I walked up to it, slowly opening the door *RedVgaming left the sever*

[@toxaneee]

when I die I want this to play in my head

[@wunknownplayerw6666]

Seeing the video 2 years old makes the music feel stronger..

[@chopsfps]

holy shit, thank you for archiving- found this randomly one night and listened to it all the time, if i came back to it (like rn) and it was gone i'd be devastated. this track just really hits for some reason

[@supairo8273]

Do you like it. The snow dancing? The frequent movement and different patterns? But they all blow the same direction. They fall and land, soon to rest with the rest of the snow. Symbolism that our lives used to be painted on. Until everyone disappeared. God... ... I miss them Why did they all vanish, 7 billion people, and its just me and you. ... And now its just me. Because eventually like every snow storm, it stops.. I dont like being the last person on this planet, I wish I could go back.. ... ... Im sorry.. This is it, Our fate.. ... I guess its our time to land.. ... I love you.. goodbye ... ... ... ... (distant gunshot) ... *Imaginary friend* by me

[@plup3162]

I remember when I first found this video around 2019. Now here I am back to listen for more.

[@prestonhelwig1128]

I found it about a year or two ago. I’m thinking about using this video to make a 10 hr version. I’m going to see if I can get the KZbin channel’s permission first though since he is the one who came up with this version.

[@coconut8972]

Subwoofer-wave.

[@thegreatmemeboi6287]

Is it just me or does anyone miss their old friends?

[@peppermint5117]

most people do

[@angel-nv7jk]

I just made a reupload myself before stumbling upon this. Thank you, I'm happy to know that I wasn't the only one trying to bring back the original. you even included the original image! I could not find it so I went with a different one. I'm glad to see we didn't lose this masterpiece

[@gyuuipa5166]

Here is a poem. I was born here. In a long-ago land of shadows and muted sounds I brushed against the pages of my days, Partially separated the shadows and sounds. The world was hot and cold against my cheeks Within these small structured walls, I learned While my fancies found wings And sailed far beyond these walls. I worshipped here. The soaring sounds touched God And He made me a sinner. I loved here, And became immortal For a moment. I heard the music of life And I carried the music within me. In the melted minutes of larger shadows and louder sounds I sweat cold sweat I smelled the odors of life Tasted dirt Felt pain And slowly died. I was buried here Under the cold clay of a faraway field. A few unheard words gave my entire life meaning. Stirring my silent screams even more than before. The town is gone now And the treasure of my life is spent Upon the night winds and the weeds, And on eternity. - Perry Eberhart, Ghosts of the Colorado Plains, Swallow Press Books, Athens, Ohio, 1986 Let's relive the old moments of the original video. Post your stories! Have fun!

[@thegamelover21]

Not only does this music think of the fun times we had in Minecraft but also makes us remember all the good times we had with people in our lives. The life we used to have as a child. Friends and families who have moved on from your life, the times playing at the beach at a young age with your bestfriends. The times when you were enjoying your ice cream that mom bought for you on a hot summer day as a child. When you used to think that living a young, energetic yet simple life would last forever, thinking that the stresses of being a grown up and being an adult, working 40 hours a week would never come. Back when the world was a colorful place in our innocent little sparking eyes, full of hope and wonder. But here we all are. Growing up hurts. Nostalgia hurts because deep down, we never want to grow up. As our innocence fades, and as the clock rotates forward, the pain grows so much more.

[@supairo8273]

Im about to cry man

[@kristian1415]

Im lucky I downloaded this before it got deleted, else I would have forgotten about it

[@angel-nv7jk]

same, I did a re-upload myself in case this video ever disappears we won't lose this masterpiece of a soundtrack

[@respectiive]

Can you give me a link for download? Please

[@kristian1415]

@@respectiive I used vidmate for it but I can send the mp3 to you via whatever you feel like

[@respectiive]

@@kristian1415 Can you send in discord, or google drive ;D, or give me a link to download from Mediafire, or google drive. I want to here original of this song

[@kristian1415]

@@respectiive discord is fine, @kommunistian#4994 is my tag

[@supairo8273]

“I don’t like the night, reminds me of when I was a kid and went to friends houses in my dangerous neighborhood, doesn’t matter to me at all anymore after the plague that stripped the world of its people and resources.” *You arrive at a.. peculiar, city..* “I feel like I have been here, I cant grasp it, but it feels so familiar. I don’t know it but I do, I wonder if my *dementia* is making me forget. That rubble that crushed me had to have given me it.” “I wish my mom was still alive, such a great person in my life after all of my 67 years of living, living in that city sure was grand especially in 2012. I remember that game, Mineshaft, or something.” *You rest at a bench nearby a school..* “Something about this city erupts nostalgia, I cant understand why but I feel a reminiscence of it, Garland.. middle, school? I guess if this place is abandoned it should have some supplies and resources, its so withered and looks unsafe.” *You break in through a class window that views outside.. and strip the classrooms inside the school from basic supplies they have to make things for yourself..* *You decide that you want to explore the city some more, and wander down a road named Redwood Dr. ...* “You know, I remember it now, I lived on Redwood drive, and my house was really close to Garland Middle.” “There it is, my house.” *You decide to break in to your old house, as the front door is broken down and easy to get through, you make your way through your old room and look through past things you had as a child. After looking at your old house you wander into your **-mothers-** old room. and search through the dressers and nightstands* *You search through and find a bunch of books, papers, and documents, they are all under the name of Jessica Norman* “I wonder who this Jessica Norman person is, seems familiar though.” *You leave your childhood home* “Such a nice house that went abandoned because of the plague, I wonder who the family was that lived there, I have never seen this Redwood drive area before nor this city. This city seems a little vague and familiar but I know I have never been here in my life.” “Nice little school over here, I wonder what it was like to go there, I think I should go strip it.” “I wonder if my mom is still alive.” *Without even realizing it your dementia is slowly rotting your brain and chipping your present knowledge and memories away, and you cant do anything to stop it but remind yourself that you have to survive. Your conscious tells you to remember everything and stop, while your brain comes to a close, and slowly rots. A cycle that continues until you die, like a shroud of smoke, everything disappears as more comes in, shrouding you and suffocating you.*

[@cailey5671]

This song could make someone feel lonely with in a room full of 294748928 people who like flex tape ;(

[@user-jfg82g3rdfg2g]

Putting me in this scenario I would think of how people felt the need to forget this place, just to leave everything behind, to start completely fresh when they had eerything in the world. It would make me feel left behind God damn my heart XD

[@BrotherBarakiel996]

You walk through this desolate world, coast to coast, but you do not know why. You walk the trails of tears from the valleys of the east to the old empire of the west. Yet nothing is heard. Your feet bleed and ache but you keep walking the trail. You have sufficed through it all. The blood storms, The dust tornados, the hellfire springing up from the dust, the boiling rivers and oceans, the forming of gourges that sound like a million cries of the suffering and the damned from the dephs of hell. Yet you move on. Maybe you do it out of hope that there is a flicker of light, somewhere in this desolate wasteland, someone waiting to embrace you and say "welcome home." or maybe you have gone crazy. Your mind filled with voices of spirits and ancestors of the past, telling you to move on. But whatever the reason, you push on. The world has fell into such silence, the only thing you hear is the wind blowing that is leading nowhere and the distant screams of the beasts that feast on the hatred and the disitruction of the world you once called home. The only things that stand are shells of strongholds, monuments, and towering citadels of years past, before the deluge of fire. But for some reason or another, you still walk, you partake on this pilgrimage and will for many years to come and you never stop. You never utter a word, because there are no ears to hear it, but you still speak volumes. The world may be forever empty, spinning around a star, that falls into the universe and the universe falls into the void, and the void falls into infinity. But the universe cries out to you "i love you my child" but you cannot hear it. We are the universe, we have no true physical form, for we are everything, we are the heart beating in your chest, the blood flowing through your fingers, we are you. You won't understand. It is beyond your own comprehension. A forbidden knowledge that the so called "men of the cloth" once sought out. But this knowledge killed them. But don't dwell on that, we do not wish to lead you a stray from your path. But know as the universe, we created you from dirt and the material of life. We formed you in our image. We carried you with such happieness and love. And now we cry out to you and say "we love you." and we are so sorry you haved suffered so much due to our neglect. Don't give up, something is waiting for you. But we will not tell what it is. But for now you can finally rest. We made a song for you child, listen closely and let it fill you with warmth and comfort, Let it fill you with determination, listen and feel love once again. Listen to the subwoofer lullaby. . . . Hope you all enjoyed my little poem, who ever you are, have a wonderful day, and godspeed to you.

[@gyuuipa5166]

nice

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

I know it's late, but what's the thing that's at the end of the trail?

[@BrotherBarakiel996]

@@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc that my friend, is for you to decide. Its your destiny, its your pilgrimage to partake in. And i have faith in you. I may not know you, i may never hug you, but despite that, i love you. You are loved. I belive in you, Godspeed friend.

[@BrotherBarakiel996]

@@BlaydeIsCrazy ?

[@WinVisten]

That sounds very much similar in style to the End Poem and I love it.

[@MolekTanzel]

The end credits to 2020

[@bluewaves1927]

currently listening to this on an old windows xp computer, brings back memories man.

[@lukeofender2071]

You wander aimlessly through the abandoned streets of what was once the city you called home. The soft wind toys with the patches of grass growing up through the cracks in the asphalt. No one had known exactly how long it was going to take for the atomic dust to settle, but eventually they ran out of rations and had to send people like you up to the surface. You stop and look to your left. Before you stands a place familiar and yet foreign. You push on the door with it's cracked glass windows. Inside, memories come flooding back. The torn carpets and chipped checkerboard tile floors. The rusty arcade machines. Light shines in through a large hole in the ceiling, Illuminating the overturned tables and broken chairs, as well as the drawn red curtains of a stage. You remember this place. From before the war. Before the bombs fell. You and your friends used to stay here all the time, having a childhood you wish you had retained in the years following. You all would play skee ball and shoot basketball hoops. Play rail shooters and claw machines until you ran out of cash. Get up close and personal with the costume characters while your friends would hide from them. In those days, this place was bustling with life. Children laughing. Speakers blaring. A far cry from what it is today. The sounds of the abandoned city, carried by the wind, find their way to your ears. Wind blowing. The occasional bird chirping. You listen closely and hear the speakers in the establishment, miraculously still working, playing a sad and somber song that you recognize. You contrast the unsettling silence to the deafening noises of this place when you knew it from your younger days. A tear runs down your cheek, for you know that what was once here cannot be reclaimed. After all that's happened, it can't be pieced together. Only fragments of the past remain, disembodied and scattered. You want so much to long for what once was, but you know that it can never be again. You sigh and wipe the tears from your face before venturing deeper into the archaic diner to look for supplies... (Reposted because reupload)

[@owo2817]

Minecraft truly holds a special place in my heart. when I was around 6-7 I got an Xbox 360 and Minecraft I and my brother fought a lot and Minecraft helped us calm down that was when life was a lot simpler and I didn't really understand what was going on in my life. my parents separated when I 3 years old and my dad was in a bad state for years and when he got the Xbox 360 my life was great now I realize how I should have cherished every moment I cry about my dad every night because of how much I love him I also cry because I want to go back, back to when I could just play Minecraft. I know the smell of cigarettes is not good but there is a certain type of cigarette that reminds of when I was back then, it was a nostalgic smell. I used to play the mashup packs on Minecraft oh good I want to go back. I play Minecraft now it's not the same, I wish time went by slower so I could be there and I wish I knew how much I loved my dad then so I could tell him. almost every day on the bus to school I nearly cry because I listen to Minecraft music. it's hard to explain my level of love for Minecraft but I did my best to try. I love you dad

[@prismatica_official]

Yknow I listen to this a lot and just wonder what it'd be like to roam that city. No threats, no dangers, just exploring peacefully. What would I find? The remains of tthousands unfortunate enough to waste away? The memories of those left behind? Perhaps pictures of family lives that could have been, but never came to be. Perhaps homes and buildings, torn asunder or just weathered from beatings. History of a long forgotten past, now lost to time. Perhaps the worn asphalt of streets that were once so lively, now lifeless with rusted cars lining the sides. The skyscrapers, unstable and towering over the inner areas of the city. Grass and fauna, left untouched for a long time, running rampant across anything it touches. Power lines, now dormant due to the absence of electricity, and people to provide it. You come up to a small coffee shop, glass windows shattered. In their place is spiked frames of what is left over. Moving down the street, a boarded up store, of what ourpose you cannot tell. You vaguely make out the word "General" before losing interest and moving on. A hospital, now inactive due to the lack of patients sits in between two medium buildings. You decide to go inside. Skeletons line the floors, some at the desk, others strewn. You wonder what happened to them, and why they just chose to die here, if they had one to begin with. You decide to leave, since it seemed too unnerving ro move forward. And then, in the distance, a sound plays. You dont know what it is, but you run to it. Nobody has been in this city for years, yet plain as day a song of some sort rings out of the silence. You travel far, gliding across asphalt to see the source of the sound: a lonely speaker attatched to a light pole. The enchanting lullaby it plays wills you to sleep...

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

Anyone else alive?

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

What happened next?

[@prestonhelwig1128]

In the echo of silence, I walk streets once alive with laughter, now haunted by memories of voices that drift like ghosts. Buildings stand, hollow sentinels, their windows empty eyes watching over forgotten dreams. Rust gnaws at metal bones, the skeletal remains of progress, now resigned to quiet decay. I wander through a market square, where the hum of life once pulsed. Stalls now vacant, their wares scattered, lost to time. I touch a faded sign, recall the scent of fresh bread, the chatter of friends meeting. A swing hangs idle in the park, chains creaking in the wind. Children's laughter echoes faintly, a distant melody in the breeze. I sit on a bench, carved with initials, symbols of love, now abandoned. Sunlight filters through cracked glass, painting fractured rainbows on the ground. I close my eyes, embrace the warmth, a fleeting moment of connection to a world that was, and will never be. In this hushed desolation, every step reverberates with the past. I am a ghost among ruins, clinging to fragments of what was, searching for solace in the whispers of bygone times.

[@igotbanned5697]

It’s been 5 years since the deadly outbreak. I roam the desolated streets in fear of the “monsters” that terrorized me. It was 2 years ago the last time I saw one. The city had speakers that protected us. Making loud noises to distract the monsters. For two years this melody has played. It’s burned into my brain, and i’ve grown tired of it. The sky is beautiful in this chilly fall. The streets dirty and beaten. The trees still growing and thriving. I search for my family. It’s been 5 years. They are most likely dead or long gone. I’m the last one in this city. I need to head north. That was where the sanctuary was at the beginning of the outbreak. Food is running short, and I am surprised i’ve even made it this far. I wonder if they can hear this song in the north. Oh who am I kidding i’m wasting time. *I need to keep moving*

[@totalgv9155]

Part 2

[@igotbanned5697]

@@totalgv9155 There is no one up north. Why was I so foolish to think anyone would still be alive up here. There are bodybags everywhere, and they are all filled with the bodies of the forgotten who have fallen to the virus. The lucky ones have already died. The not so lucky ones have joined those monsters in terrorizing anyone who is unlucky enough to be alive. The last place where anyone else alive could be is Westpoint Mountain. I really hope someone else is out there. I can still here the melodies of the city I once lived in. I’ve lost almost all faith of anyone I knew being alive. I cannot waste another second thinking about this. *I need to keep moving*

[@totalgv9155]

@@igotbanned5697 holy shit dude sorry I never responded my guy I completely forgot about this

[@totalgv9155]

@@igotbanned5697 man it’s sucks this comment got very little recognition but it’s ok bro I’m here

[@igotbanned5697]

@@totalgv9155 Wow it’s been six months. I’ve thought about writing a part 3 to this story, and I might, but I just need to say that I really appreciate you and the recognition you provided to me. It means a lot truly :)

[@sheepythegamer]

I love reading through these stories it really fits the mood

[@ForkGenesis]

this street scares the living mice outta me

[@Henribunni]

if you got abandoned by an old friend on any plataform like xbox,ps1,2,3,4,or a pc. Don'tcha worry! maybe they is living a happy life with a happy family, his sons or daughthers, and her husband or wife! They're are probably working hard so he can get something for their family, like a new house or a new console! and they will remember you no matter what, you and they will get back in any time, just wait that moment, and enjoy it with all your life... But if your friend had died because a terrible disease, don't worry, they will be in heaven,being happy that you are still remembering him. they will always watch you and his family in the other life, you need to be happy because you knowed him before he died! Don't blame yourself because of it, it wasn't your fault. It just happened. An accident. Even if you forget them, you will be happy with the memories. Right Maizennutria88? please forgive me....

[@MaraudersRevenge]

I look at the dark city, abandoned. Not as alive it once was before, I miss life, I miss safety, I miss family. Now all gone to dust, I have nowhere to go, I see the jets, and the tanks far by the mountains, another battle? I better get cover, but I choose not, my heart belongs to this city, my birthplace. My life, I see the jets, dropping dark shapes to the ground, big booms all around me, and one in the city, I close my eyes, taking it in. As the waves hit me.

[@mikasa.es.tu.casita]

im glad this video is still here

[@diggychase]

i still remember the first time i loaded up that tutorial world and rebuilt that dilapidated oak house that would be at the start that was 7 years ago already

[@boop53]

“Dad?” “Yes son?” “Please could I just have 15 more minutes - 10 more minutes?” Your father looks at your screen. He sees your half complete house, oak wood walls and cobblestone flooring, with two furnaces and a crafting table nestled in to the corner. He looks as you switch in to third person view, the beard (or smile? you didn’t know) which was now a part of your childhood, with the cyan shirt and the blue jeans. You pick up your white xbox 360 controller again. You’ll have to charge the batteries tonight - don’t forget. You walk over to your pet dog, named “Grimm” - it wasn’t a skeleton dog like you had hoped for. Nevertheless, he was your pet. You feed him one cooked steak - you always thought he like the cooled food better - recently made in the glowing furnaces in the corner. The rain slowed outside as dusks watercolor blue washes over the cloudless sky. It was a crisp summer night. School was starting soon; you should really get into the habit of going to bed earlier. Your dad sits down beside you, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he leans slightly forward, engaged in the world of blocks and colors as much as you are. “Your dog, whats his name?” He asks, pointing to the white tamed wolf on the screen, with the traditional red collar. You remind yourself to look for some bonemeal. White suits him. “Grimm. Its just from a guy I watch online. He makes videos about this game.” You respond, looking at him for a while before opening your oak door, and walking out on to the hill in front of you. To your north, a birch forest, to your west, a huge desert (you found a temple there once)! and to your east and south, a plains biome, with a village, its gravel paths reaching along the lush green grass. Your dad smiles. “So, whats the objective of this game anyway?” “Its up to the player to decide. I mean, there is a boss or whatever, but I don’t play with the monsters on. I’m scared they’ll hurt my dog.” Your dad continues to watch you for a few minutes as you do your simple tasks - farm the wheat, craft the wheat in to bread, do a few simple trade with the villagers. He asks you a few more questions (“What happens if your tools break?” “Can you upgrade your tools?” “Can you give your dog armour?” “Have you shown your mom your house?”) Soon enough the 10 extra minutes have passed. There is a glimpse of night in the minecraft sky, long shadows being casted from the oak trees that surround your small house. But night outside has fell long ago. Has it been longer than 10 minutes? You don’t really care. Your father doesn’t mind either. “As long as you’re in bed early tomorrow.” He says, as he walks upstairs with you, watching you brush your teeth before bed, and giving you a hug, before you dream of your minecraft world, bright, boundless and bountiful.

[@Fw_kamui]

I got Minecraft the day it came out when I was little. I played it night and day. I listened to Minecraft music. I watched stampy and dan. Sometimes pat and Jen. I played terraria on my iPod. Life was good. Life was simple. Now I come back as a 16 year old young man. And wish, wish that I’d never had grown up. Wished life could have just kept going the way it was. My dad helped me with homework every night. My mom was always kind and calm. We ate supper every night as a happy family. Now I come back years later, sitting on my bed home alone listening to this song. Crying, and wondering.. Where did it all go.

[@ozzaaa6284]

@@Fw_kamui we are the same person.

[@granturismo7131]

i wish i could go back

[@abitgoober]

Currently sobbing

[@atree6596]

@@Fw_kamui a friend showed me it and it watched dan and stampy man the good old day

[@perceptionage3757]

The world is alive. Yet, all human kind is dead. But me. All but me. Everyone dies, yet I prevail. Is there a reason? What could I possibly do, To restore civilization? Cities are nothing but a green crumble, In the orange haze. No remnants remain. But me.

[@gazymerlelug6958]

When what you cherished no longer exists in your eyes, you'll soar through it all like a ghost, endlessly chasing what is no longer there.

[@jcrow5858]

Walking along the now cracked roads, you stroll through the remains of your old life. All of the memories come flooding back. The old noodle shop where you and your friends would visit Friday after school. The game store where mom bought you your very first console. The office where your father worked. All of these locations, memories, and people return. They’re memories now. Your friends and family, your colleagues, everyone. They’re gone. Since the collapse, life has been tough. You made it through, though. You decided to come back one last time, just to see what’s happened to your home, and what you’ve lost. The sun’s getting low now. You should get going.

[@RandomInternetUser-yi5cc]

What happens next?

[@codybeaver4076]

As you stare into old collapsing city, you know this place, it was your hometown, it was a normal city, along with every other place before The [CLASSIFIED] event happened, nobody besides you remembers their past, all they remember is their language, writing skills, their name, and basic survival skills, but for some reason you were different, you didn’t forget, you are an A N O M A L Y. You see Your Parents, with people you don’t recognize, you try to talk to them, but they D o n ‘ t R e m e m b e r Y o u . . . You join the group, you try to tell them your past, everyone else besides Your parents doesn’t believe you, Your Parents, seem Like they are thinking something, they try to remember you, they say they think your name is [INSERT YOUR NAME], they know your name, Perhaps There Is Hope Even In A Time Like This. . .

[@user-jfg82g3rdfg2g]

the pandemic. it all makes sense

[@plantyh]

I think about this video every now and then, I'm glad it's here. The vibe it gives off is just uncanny.

[@gyuuipa5166]

I absolutely love how so many people are coming back to make this place lively. I LOVE THIS! KEEP ON GOING, OUR smol COMMUNITY WEEEEE

[@YEETlCUS]

Thank you. I was looking for this today. It magically appeared in my recommended. I couldn't remember the video title but I remember the image!

[@jaxon4262]

thank you for reuploading this

[@EmperorOfArts]

The happiness of one’s memory, not ours, not for us. But yet we see it, such music play in way with images displayed for us to watch, for there only lays dread, sadness, loneliness, and nostalgia. It gifts us our forgotten memories, for what we notice around us. We are grateful for it. And if not a happy memory it is, it will be only fear. We think, imagine, remember, the forgotten places and images from reality now only as only evidence of it existing, are its pictures in our minds.

[@DJAyt69]

It’s been 20 years since your beautiful game was destroyed by Fortnite and everyone is living in Fortnite now your the only true Minecrafter left and the game has lost tons of it glory thanks to updates so you live in your old world in your old dad’s iPad you played with when you were little and you hear this song and then a bunch of nostalgia hits you but then you feel a beautiful feeling you haven’t felt in years...Happiness you see the sunset in your old world and your no longer sad and your suffering is gone now all of a sudden the year is 2012 you found home again and before you sleep you lay in bed at the end of the day knowing the glory you achieved and what the Fortniters are missing out on and you feel special again in years so the next day you decide to finish your childhood home you never got to finish but suddenly your old long lost childhood friends join your game and now your happy together watching captain sparkles, the diamond minecraft and other classic minecraft youtubers and now you and your friends live together and are happy agin the end (Edit) all of a sudden Fortnite has lost it’s power and now your world is full of people feeling nostalgia so mankind has returned to its former glory no more suffering no more corruptions and everything is just right you don’t feel sad you’re happy now and so is everyone else except for Karens and the people that messed up our glorious world (they went lived in Fortnite for everything they did so now everything is right again)

[@ruslansadikov6324]

Eh. This comment ain't really good

[@theoisnear]

makes me feel happy and sad at the same time. i enjoy coming back to this song ever so often

[@HyrumSchultz-pb3sh]

You hear the soft synth keys as the speakers transmit them. This city. It’s alone. Except for you. You can hear the keys through the speakers although you don’t know where the speakers are. Every single tiny window and building was once inhabited. Nobody knows why or how the city is abandoned, but something to guarantee you chills is the fact that you are the only one in the city.

[@fishstick5113]

I can imagine 40 years in the future you find your old Minecraft account, you log on to look at the servers to see if it’s like when you left it, as you click multiplayer you see the server’s with 0 players and it’s just says “could not connect to server”

[@gyuuipa5166]

thanks for the reupload bro, heres a sub accompanied with a like

[@lilobonew]

I re found this after searching high and low thank you you are a blessing

[@shaydog8014]

This song is when you go to play Minecraft alone after losing someone who used to play with you all the time, sharing so many memories with them.

[@user-wt7dn7jt7s]

Throughout your life you’ll notice everybody loves you…..but nobody likes you….. and that is the saddest feeling we can comprehend… -bojack…

[@thesilvercat13]

this makes me want to cry

[@mileskimasktheslumpgod]

AWWWW MAN I WROTE A SUPER LONG STORY THING TO GO WIth ThiS VIDEO IN THE COMMENTS THERE,,, total bummer but THANK YOU FOR THIS REUPLOAD AAAH

[@lookboiii2183]

I’m pretty sure I read that, I can’t remember it exactly but I was playing minecraft and remembered a dope story on a remix of a minecraft song. Came here looking for that and found out the original got deleted 😔.

[@mileskimasktheslumpgod]

​@@lookboiii2183 dAWWW PSHH well hopefully everyone who put out stories can rewrite them and put them back in the comments lmao that'd be tight

[@chumpchange3326]

So for people who are just finding this video, the old one had tons of stories that various people wrote to go along with this. I’m really happy to see some people starting it already. Here is mine. (Also I’m writing this from my phone so I can’t hit enter): You can’t remember how long you have had that band on your wrist. Could be days, could be years. It doesn’t really make a difference at this point. It’s not stuck; you choose to keep it. You aren’t really sure why. The red markings have almost totally rubbed off the silver clasp, giving you a faint feeling of comfort. You don’t even remember what it did, or what it was for. * * * You have to keep moving. Hopefully someone will find you eventually. You look up around you at all of the decaying buildings; mere husks of what they once were, so long ago. As are you. The place was abandoned long ago, beyond any conceivable period of time. You observe the many speakers lining the streets, wondering what they once played. Then you here hear it. A soft, faint few notes. Although you are sure you haven’t heard it before, it feels familiar. But then, all at once, it hits you. Memories come flooding in to your mind, almost as if they had always been there; and yet maybe they had. Waves of nostalgia crash over you, and you have the sudden urge to cry. But the tears won’t come. They left long ago. Now you recall the significance of that band. It was a gift from a friend. Maybe the game was a gift, too. The music gets louder, and you think of it as a sort of lullaby. You wonder where it comes from, where the signal originated. But it doesn’t matter. Now you are at peace. Now, you can let go.

[@aibksnws532]

🤗

[@pinkamenadianepie8609]

Thank you for this I’ve missed this video

[@NikoBellicGaming.]

POV: Since 2012, You City got destroyed by a friend that betrayed You, and then left you, you cried From the betrayal, 2020, You Went back to your old city remembering about you getting betrayed by a friend.

[@CBCsolar]

92 months. This place . . . It's old. I dare say haunted. Skeletons, Spiders, Zombies . . . Not even creepers. It's all gone. They all left. After I arrived. I took everything. I was shrieking so, so loud. It was terrifying. Then, it just stopped. 92 months since it all just stopped. I haven't seen a shred of life here. Not even a shred of undead. Ever since I came and made it all wither away. I can't say I dislike it but . . . It's too quiet. I even miss the undead now. Something about putting them to peace gave me peace as well. This place thrived. So many people. We expanded, We built. Now, It's all gone. 92 Months since anything moved. I feel sad that it's all gone. And I am just still. There were people who stood up. It failed. I feel terrible. I feel nothing, actually. But isn't nothingness terrible? I loved seeing them, from far away. But when I approached them . . . It all turned to a dark, lonely place. It has been . . . well. Abandoned. I am the beginning, yet. It feels like I only end. I put an end to all new beginnings. In the end, I wish I was as mighty as a dragon. As tall as a mountain. As kind as nature. Now I just sit and ponder, why the shrieks stopped. Why they didn't come back. Maybe they can't. Maybe there's no new beginnings left, At all? 7 Years. 2798 Days. 67160 Hours. And of course, 92 months. What am I, you ask? Well. I am simply . . . The wither.

[@SarelonGaming]

The earthquakes, they wouldn't stop. It destroyed everything. Skyscrapers collapsed, houses caught on fire, and then everyone vanished. 4 years have passed and still nobody. Wandering in a ruined city, no noise, no movement. It begins to snow. the white snow brings you comfort, but you don't know why. It could be that it reminded you of when you were a child playing in the snow, or probably you found the snow to be fascinating. You find shelter and decide to stay for the night. The snow has stopped and so you were able to see the beauty of night and how the moon casted a blue light on the snow. You hear something in the distance, not knowing if its a rabid animal, you start to think should you investigate. With the hope you still have, that a human other than yourself could still exist you go and try to search for the noise. You hear it again, it's coming from a half collapsed building. You go in and to your surprise you find 4 dogs and 3 humans. Both you and the people begin to celebrate, You are NO longer alone.

[@sjsuiwwi]

the start of this song gives me such a nostalgic, ethereal and a spacious vibe

[@thenothing2543]

He left the sirens on with his Nostalgia Playlist running on loop…

[@arcaeagaming]

because of this, ive decide to make a small novel about this, and i have hand wrote it, thanks to this masterpiece of lore

[@lunifq3640]

There’s no telling of time, how long you’ve been walking. Seems like forever, yet the sun is nearly setting. You are greeted by a city in the distance. You go further into the land. It also seems like the city hasn’t been visited in a long time. Though, this area feels more familiar than the rest. Something about this place makes you dig deeper into your brain. You continue to walk on the cracked road. Then a faint lullaby comes to play in the distance. Everything comes back to you about this place. You drift off to a memory. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- You walk down the sidewalk, with two adults side by side. They look so cheerful and seem to be talking to you. You can’t make out what they’re saying, the conversation is muffled. Vehicles are speeding through, on the road. Many people nearby are heading to their destination. Some children on the other side of the street are waving at you. So, you decide to do the same. Maybe they’re your friends? All three of you arrive at your destination. A small wood terraced house, painted in white. You knock on the door, and wait for an answer. The door opens widely, finding a elderly woman inside. “Aw, look at you, you’ve grown so much,” The woman comments, “Come, come inside.” You enter inside, while the adults communicate outside. The house looks very clean, and comfy. You run to the living room, and leap onto the fabric couch. Television is on, so you start to watch it. Once again, the talking is muffled, you still can’t understand it. The reporter looks very anxious, the news is probably not good. The three enter into the living room, But the two adults wave ‘goodbye’ towards you, before leaving. The old lady moves towards you, holding a present. The present places to the palm of your hands, You rip the tape off, pull the top off the box. You find a console game called ‘Minecraft’; you admire the wonderful gift. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Then, all the surroundings fade away. You’re back in the same abandoned city. All those people are gone by now. Your heart aches at the thought of it, tears forming in your eyes. You sprint to the location of the house, the wind slams against your body. There it is, a lovely home destroyed by the aftermath. You push the overgrown door, it falls to the ground. You walk inside, tons of rubble on the floor; branches spreading on the walls. Take a glance at the television stand, a dusty cover of the game you received a long time ago. Sadly, you can’t play it again, but you put the cover inside your pocket. However, the melodies blasting far away are still going; making you feel at home. It’s getting late, it’s time to go back.

[@Narukoopa]

Fantastic story!

[@ramipro8309]

Alone in the world of my feeling, when a world disappeared, and I remained alone, and I play this song, feeling alone

[@1Tasteless]

Thank you! I've been looking for this specific video for so long. For whatever reason, the image has such a crazy nostalgic effect on me. It takes me back to the early 2000s, where a scene such as the one shown in the video could easily pass for an out-of-bounds area in some post-apocalyptic video game. My much younger and naiver self thought that these areas went on infinitely and that if you could just somehow get past the invisible barriers, you could just pick a direction and explore them forever.

[@Gamma-wu2fj]

And that's what Minecraft gave us. An virtually infinite world to just pick a direction and walk. Only limited by our computer specs.

[@Gamma-wu2fj]

And the best thing Notch, Jeb, and C418 gave us was irreplaceable memory's and a very fitting and nostalgic soundtrack.

[@scorpionmarkv2373]

This, *THIS* survived the 20 years of war, it’s a reminder of before

[@AxiMod]

When you enter your abandoned world with big city:

[@kiufkhgdiyrsiytgf2785]

Its been years since I saw the gaze of a human face looking back at me. The closest I can get to feeling any sort of warmth is by staring into the putrid, brown sky and wondering how I got here, on this musty cracked road. I feel as though this is the most at peace I will be for a long time, and accept the grim, bleak future I have on this scorched earth. I wander the empty fields that once housed homes, families, lives, and fall down, not knowing if out of jealousy, or anger, or sadness... All I know is, I have to leave this place...

[@annalise8572]

It'd been so long since you'd heard anything else. The same song, repeated millions of times on the city speakers. You haven't eaten for a while; your stomach growls with every step. The towering buildings, old trees, and cracked pavement. It's what you've called "home" your whole life. Since before this started. You scour the streets for anything to eat. Unopened cans, old fruit, maybe even a rabbit would pop out. With just your luck, you find nothing. Your family and friends were some of the unluckiest of them all. They'd been gone since the first wave came in. You'd been alone, all alone, since day one. What day is it now? 1,759? 2,346? There's no way to tell. You give up. As winter approaches, you realize there's nothing. No more food. No more people. No warm clothes, no more of those creatures. You scream to the heavy clouds as the song embellishes. You fall to the cold street when it quiets down again, and sob. There's no point in trying anymore.

[@gyuuipa5166]

Epic.

[@TannJere]

there were four others that got deleted did you manage to get those ones too?

[@Sir_Sectrix]

You walked alone for how long. Days? Weeks? Months maybe? You couldn't even tell anymore as you trudged through the ruins of the once great city. The only thing that kept you going was the thought of revenge against the demons who had killed your friends and destroyed everything you held dear. As you walked deeper into the heart of the city, you caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing in the distance. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out who or what it was. As you got closer, you realized it was Sheol, the Eldritch Lord who had taken you under his wing after the demon invasion. Sheol stood tall and proud, his black robes billowing in the wind. He beckoned you to come closer, and as you approached, you saw the look of determination etched on his face. "Come, my apprentice," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "We have much to do." Without another word, Sheol lifted you into his arms and began to carry you through the city. As you looked around, you saw the devastation that had been wrought upon the once great buildings. The streets were littered with debris and the air was thick with the stench of death. But even as you shuddered at the sight of the destruction, you felt a sense of hope. With Sheol by your side, you knew that you could take on anything that came your way. As you walked, Sheol spoke to you about the demons that had invaded the city, about the dark magic that they had used to destroy everything in their path. He told you about the friends he had lost, and the pain that he still carried with him. But even as he spoke of his losses, Sheol's voice remained steady and strong. He was a true warrior, and he would stop at nothing to make those demons pay for what they had done. As the two of you made your way through the abandoned city, you felt a sense of awe and reverence for Sheol. He was a true hero, a master of dark magic who stood up against the forces of evil. And with him by your side, you knew that you too could become a hero, and that together, you would make the demons pay for their crimes. "I know this place from before," Sheol says as he stops at a massive mansion at the heart of the city. "This is where they made their stronghold." You look up at the imposing building, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. You had heard stories of the demons' stronghold, of the horrors that had taken place within its walls. But you knew that with Sheol by your side, you could face anything. You follow him as he strides towards the mansion, his eyes fixed on the darkened windows. You look at Sheol with compassion, sensing the pain in his voice. "I'm sorry, Sheol," you say softly. "What happened to Eva?" "She was captured by the demons," he replies, his voice tight with emotion. "I tried to save her, but I was too late. They took her to their stronghold, and I never saw her again." Tears glisten in his eyes, and you place a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "I'm sure she would be proud of you," you say, trying to offer some solace. Sheol nods, his eyes fixed on the ground. "I hope so," he says quietly. "But I will never forget her, or the love that we shared." You both stand in silence for a moment, paying your respects to Sheol's lost love. And then, as if spurred into action, Sheol turns to you. "But we cannot dwell on the past," he says firmly. "There is still work to be done. We must continue our fight against the demons, and ensure that no one else suffers as Eva did." You nod in agreement, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. With Sheol by your side, you feel invincible, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, you leave the mansion and head back into the city, determined to continue your quest to rid the world of the demon menace. As you both walk through the empty streets, Sheol suddenly stops and turns to you. "The past does hurt, but you can run from it, or learn from it," he says, his voice filled with wisdom. You nod, knowing all too well the pain of the past. "I choose to learn from it," you say firmly. Sheol nods, a sad expression on his face. "Don't make the mistake I made," he says, his voice filled with regret. "Don't let your anger consume you. It's a dangerous path to walk." You look at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I won't," you say softly. "I won't let my anger control me. I'll use it as fuel to fight for what's right, but I won't let it consume me." Sheol nods, a small smile on his lips. "Good," he says. "I have faith in you." And with that, you both continue on your journey, ready to face whatever challenges come your way. The past may have been painful, but you refuse to let it hold you back. You'll learn from it, and use that knowledge to build a better future. A future that you will choose with everyone around you. And you will never let anyone decide ever again…

[@ares24442]

Imagine waking up and you didn't see your parents nearby you and you thought they went out for morning shopping or whatever . so you get ready for school and see this infront of you ....

[@TyCrispy]

A stroll down memory lane though memories do decay from time.

[@wingnut5732]

as you enter your survival multiplayer server you see old buildings burnt to a crisp you look around and see that someone had used basalt in their build *"thats weird"* you thought you press tab to see no players on the server you decide to explore further but along the way you see the eyes of the shadows you feel as if youre being watched. you continued your journey in the server as you gather materials for your big build on this server you are shot with an arrow, you thought it was a skeleton and went down to slay it, as you search you see glowing in the darkness as if seeing enchanted armor. You see no nametag but you see that it is crouching. You get a discord call from someone you javent talked to for twelve years *"dont kill me"* he said you go back on minecraft to see your friend in full netherite armor *"hey!"* they say enthusiastically it was your friend from twelve years ago you become friends once more and eventually your server was resurrected

[@bentleybrabec]

This sound beautiful

[@notacactus6029]

“When’s your birthday again?” You’d chirp walking with your dog a smile stood upon your face walking throughout the world you’ve created. . . . “Darling dinner’s ready!” Your mother would shout. “I’ve gotta go, bye guys!” You’d log off minecraft and run to the dinning room, dinner was as great as always! . . . You’d look in the mirror, today was the first day of school, you’re still just a kid what could go wrong? . . . Next thing you know you hear echoing giggles behind you, you’ve asked everyone in your class if they liked minecraft, DanTDM, Stampy etc, that all found you weird.. . . . You’ve made it home, the smell of your mother baking something, hope has restored your lost joy . . . You check if any of you friends are online, and none of them are on. . . . You shrug it off and play for hours . . . A day goes by and the constant bullying continues, but everything is fine due to the gave and paradise you’ve created. . . . Years go by and you’ve completely forgot about this game that made your life better, you’re already in college . . . You get a text when studying for an upcoming test. . . . “Hey... I know it’s been awhile but, wanna play some mc?” . . . “Yeah, sure.”

[@meowmyr]

This video honestly made me think about half life 2 and how scary the idea of a world without the things that make it special is.

[@crowblunt536]

Imagine your family died because of nuclear in you're mind the music is that and kinda sad to be honest

[@possum4004]

THANK YOU

[@antlanta]

no kek. no stress. just take a moment.

[@carrottime5853]

As they drift forward to that inevitable end, they all laid upon a wish.. "We wish, for a world with peace. No war, no bloodshed, no violence. A world where no one has to suffer." Unfortunately for them, however... the wish wasn't granted.

[@lillyisok9687]

You never knew what your parents wanted from you, but then the end came and took everything away from you. You are now alone more than ever, there's no one to protect you anymore, no one at all. You always wanted to make someone proud, now you cant. All you do is walk around this empty city hoping to find someone, or something.

[@fe26lover45]

Your dog might be sitting till this day...