Technoblade escaped from the nether thousand years ago, maybe centuries. He's a blood god, so it meant nothing to him. Technoblade never dies. But this day hit different. You were in the nether, trading as always. Giving out gold to piglins, you see a familiar face among them all. It's Technoblade. He glares at you through the crowd, and smirks. "Hey, old pal!" Technoblade laughs in his common manner, waving