Laars
Laars did truly hate this cave. It was more of a tunnel, actually; a gaping pathway through the side of a hill in the middle of the forest. That was all he could see, all he wanted to see. He hated mobs, he hated passive animals, he hated everything, honestly. It had been a few days since he'd been tossed into this cursed world, and he was not enjoying it, not in the slightest. The fun of placing blocks to survive just wasn't the same when you had no other choice. Mobs never were quite able to reach him, and when they did, he beat them down with his axe. The only important thing to him was survival and solitude.







