Monolith

Chapter I
The Monolith has been growing with the noise of the city throughout the entire lifetime, it makes me wonder what its purpose is. They say it was built by the so-called Obsidian Clan that lived as the precursors of the current cityfolk here, but seeing the folks in this city so ignorant, arrogant, and so self-centered, it does not seem to fit in to the traits of an Obsidian Clan member. They say it was built by the 'gods' that used to roam the Overworld and use it as some sort of navigator but it seemed somewhat strange for a 'god' to use a small structure to navigate a tremendously large planet. They say so many things about it that even theorists were so proud of themselves at manipulating the nature of the rocky structure. I, for one, never gave it any care at all. It's just the same; people are all the same, the buildings are all the same, the Overworld is the same as nothing.

I live in a damned city, filled with outright retarded citizens ready to be swallowed by the magma beneath the crust of the Overworld. Most of the citizens spend their time selling junk for unaffordable costs and gamblers rigging their own games for their satisfactions. I am fair to most people, the self-centered ones are what I hate the most. They always find a way to shine through honesty and resort to lying just to earn respect they can't control. I am a fully-pledged miner willing to give enough effort just to get what I need to live, wealth. The world is just filled with a bunch of squares and cubes, yet they store a lot of potential. Take the grass and dirt, for example, they can be used in many ways; farming, pathfinding, and emergency shelters. My name's Canopy.

I work on a diamond mine industry ran by this humble founder who I don't know of. The diamond mine is miles outside the city I live in, which is still under ruins after that Enderman Incident, and most people are too busy procrastinating from repairing it all up, which made me quit from the apartment I used to live in, now I live in an alleyway with some dirt as my bed and my pillow. And because of how homeless I am, I tried stealing some gold and emeralds from a damned trade center just so I can get the city mayor to rebuild it all up. Anyway, things are getting out of topic, so I'll talk about some current stuff here. I'll talk about the Enderman Incident later.

It was just a common day, a common routine of my life is what I always do; wake up, find food, go to work, go home, find food, then sleep. The diamond mine never gives enough pay to hard-working people like me, it's making me think that the diamond mine industries only got rich because of the place they chose and how expensive diamonds are nowadays. I tend to meet up with some of my friends working in the mine; Ash, Graysail, Don, and Hardrock.