A while ago, King Orange made a stupid mistake. He let his emotions rule out logic. After his son died, he decided to take revenge on the reason his son died, which was a video game named Minecraft. He was so angry, he didn't even realize that everything and everyone he hurt was his fault. They were just trying to stop him from destroying Minecraft, he caused so much pain just because he was upset.

That's over now. King Orange tries not to think about it that hard, but it's definitely difficult. He always remembers it when he's reminded, and he feels guilty, even if he was forgiven already.

There was one good thing that came of it. He met Purple. Purple has become like a son to him. And to be honest, the rest of the stickmen are like children to him too. It's like that one theory of morals, one died and you get like, 5 or 6 others..

That sounds bad. Nevermind that.

Today was a quiet day. King Orange has been living in Minecraft for about 4 months now. Purple lives with him occasionally, but he stays with his friends more often now. King Orange was happy for him, and also a bit relieved. He needed time to think about himself, and Purple always seemed to know when.

After waking up at his usual time, brushing his teeth and making some breakfast, he left and went to go fish.

Sitting on the grass and using his fishing rod, he stood there and waited. But after a couple seconds, he noticed something a bit deeper into the ocean.

It looked like another stick person's arms flailing around under the water, occasionally lifting above the water and waving around, as if trying to get above the water, but not knowing how to swim.

King Orange was quite concerned. He dropped his fishing rod and jumped into the water, helping the person out. The person looked as young as Purple and those colorful stickmen. King Orange knew it wasn't the time to think about this, but he wondered if this person would enjoy hanging out with the others. Like a father pairing his children up with his neighbors kids.

After helping the person and making sure they weren't unconscious, he sat them down on a log and placed a blanket around them gently. "Here, uh.." he looked around before picking up his sandwich he wanted to eat for lunch, offering it to them. "Hungry?"