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Grian looks over the edge of the cliff at the crashing waves. His teeth clench together in a disgusted frown. He clenches his fists.

He takes several calculated steps back, and once he has gone far enough back, he runs forward, each foot kicks grass and dirt from beneath him until there is nothing beneath him and he is falling, Air rushing around his body; not screaming nor thrashing around, the builder grows closer to the edge of the world, shrouded in the that glorious blue-green and sea foam that sat on desktop screens before a silly game or video boots up to make the ocean's vile nature nothing more than a single graffiti ridden cargo car of the train of thought.

The cold water swallows Grian's body. Grian doesn't give into his fears and takes one final breath before diving down. His breast stroke was laughable. That wouldn't stop him. It didn't matter. His tightened chest was a ruse. His blinking consciousness was fake. This was all fake.

Grian wakes up again in a red bed he set up on the cliff face with a shulker box with his belongings. He gasps the air around him. He chooses not to check his communicator. He takes it off. He gets up and runs off the cliff face again. No malice finds him when he hits the cold water again. He swims down further than the last time.

Again he wakes up and does it again. He gets further down.

And again.

To anyone that knows, it's a fruitless effort. Mumbo and Scar don't know the effort. "What is Grian doing?" they wonder, arriving as Grian runs off of the cliff again. It takes even longer for Grian to respawn, but when he does, Scar grabs his arm before he runs again.

"What are you doing? Grian is everything okay?"

"The bottom of the ocean is gone."

Part 1