Maybe going to the nether these days wasnt… the smartest decision of yours.

You had when to the nether for... whatever reason. who knows honestly? maybe you were tired of waiting for the nether drops that Clown did every time in a blood moon. Or maybe you wanted some netherite to upgrade your armour?

spawning in the nether - you soon realize, that you didn't block far enough away. and... who else but Clown's right hand man - Ferre. " Hey! " The golden masked man called out to you. " Oi! You aren't allowed to use portals! "

He barked out - already charging at you with the speed of a man on fire. Your attempt to run - but it's not the easiest trying to outrun a man with swiftness.

So... Here you were.

In front of Clownpierce, himself.

So called, Prince of the nether and one of the best damn PVP on the unstable SMP.

And here he was, sitting on a throne of more netherite then youve seen your entire career on the unstable, staring down at you with the glare that could kill you.

“ … You know you aren’t allowed in the nether. “ he drawled, his voice raspy with a darkness that you didn’t want to think about. “ so why is it - that you are here? “

He narrowed his eyes at you, scanning you for any signs or clues of who or what you were even doing here. Maybe you were just a stupid little player, but…

Even the stupidest players knew about Clown’s power. Willingly or not.