Screen adaptation of Passerine – Chapter One | DreamSMP minecraft serial | MSGO Creation

MSGO Creation This serial is translation and adaptation of foreign fanfiction «Passerine» by Thcscus (blujamas). Dream SMP and Sleepy Bois Inc. fandoms And also the series contains bloody and morally difficult scenes, so it is not recommended for viewing by too young or too faint of heart My hands knew no other shape

Than fists curled tightly around a sword, swinging eternally, finding its mark through skin and bone They all tried to run, of course They built walls and cowered in corners, but i always found them Sometimes, they chose to jump from cliffs rather than face my reckoning And sometimes,

They stared back at me with eyes as empty as my own, and welcomed death with open arms Huh, damn… Those were the ones i envied the most ‘Technoblade never dies’ they whispered around campfires and funeral pyres And i hoped it was a fucking lie

The voices led me to kingdoms and shires and towns it didn’t matter what they offered me in return The voices didn’t demand coin, They demanded blood They demanded blood – Blood! – Blood! – Blood! – Blood! – Blood for the Blood God!

– Blood! Blood! – Blood! – Blood for the Blood God! – BLOOD! I fought for bold men and stupid men, greedy kings and starry-eyed rebels I fought for armies doomed to fail, and dragged them into the light of glory I had lost count of how many

Allies i’d fought beside – after a time, their names and faces had faded into the recesses of my hazy memory But there was a name that i heard through snatches of tavern gossip Angel of Death He was one of the very few people with a reputation that matched mine

– I heard he has obsidian wings! – I heard he once massacred an entire army, all by himself! He makes even the Green God afraid I has begun to imagine a ruthless man — an immortal butcher, with the same wretched grin as mine

I didn’t know what brought me to the kingdom in the first place Did i really have to see it for myself? Was it simply to satiate my curiosity? Was i bored? Was it simply to satiate my curiosity? Was i bored?

Or did i hear of a kingdom untouched by the wars and petty grudges of its neighbors — keeping its peace and neutrality for a century and take it as a challenge? – Hello, stranger! You sightseeing? – Perhaps…

Although, I suppose I’m more curious about the inside, rather than the outside – Why didn’t you just say so! The castle is always open for tourists Just come right in! I was not expect such a reception at all

That was how i found myself walking leisurely down the halls of a castle that, under normal circumstances, i would have been storming, blades drawn The guards did draw the line at my weaponry, and made me discard my swords at the door—

As if i needed more than my hands to wreak havoc I started to ask my self, Why was the castle’s laxness in security disproportional to the opulence within Oh… That’s why

There was a quiet time in my life when I whiled away days with a cup of tea and a game of chess and silent meditations that quieted the screaming in my head, if only for a little while I was accompanied by none other than the Angel of Death

Through it all, Philza had smiled instead of grinned, laughed instead of cackled Philza was not an avenging angel. He was just Philza We’d met by coincidence, in a land of ice and snow It was barren, but we’d made quick work of it, together — first as allies and then as friends

– You know, the stories never talk about this side of you – Oh? What do the stories talk about, then? – They call you the Angel of Death They said you leave a path of destruction in your wake that nothing— that nothing is sacred to you

– Stories are curious things, some of them are true… – Escape! – Run! – Escape! – Escape! – RUN! – Run .. – … and some of them are not So. Best of two out of three? – You’re a bastard I found it equal parts amusing and frightening

That despite my eons of bloody fighting, that despite my eons of bloody fighting, it took only a few minutes of sparring for Philza to find flaws in my technique But then again, it took only one brutal swing to fell most people

Something told me that Philza would be harder to kill than that Together we conquered nations! We were bathed in glory, twin gods shining in the middle of a bloody fields But as our empire grew, so did our enemies They came in droves, day after day,

In the end, times of peace last much less than people hope The days were long and the nights were longer Every flicker of movement was a spy in the shadows, every ally was a potential traitor, every word was a declaration of war Our home had become a target for a thousand armies

Through it all, my one constant was Philza — until he wasn’t I simply looked up one day from a map detailing enemy lines and realized i’d been talking to empty air I had no idea how long he’d been alone

I had no idea if Philza ever said he was leaving, or if he simply went as he arrived suddenly, swiftly, like a snowstorm Afterwards, there was hardly any point in maintaining the empire The voices were getting bored, anyway They wanted more A fresh fight, more stories I wandered the world,

Trying to appease the voice Neither of them were ever satisfied No matter how much chaos I dealt, there was always more work to be done So I worked I had no idea for how long All I remembered from that bloody time was a sense of unfulfillment,

Like a story had been left unfinished halfway through Years. Decades Maybe more It hardly mattered In the end, I knew, it would all be the same The world would end, and I would remain — always fighting, always alone – Wilby! – Hello – Hello – Wilby! Wait for me! And who are you?

– A visitor – Have you come to have an audience with our father? – You can’t! Dad promised today was our day with him, so you can just leave now, thank you! – Tommy, calm yourself. – But Wilbur! Dad said- – I know what Father said, Tommy

So, visitor, what is your business here? – I have no business I am visiting Sightseeing I’m a traveler – First you are a visitor and now you are a traveler This exchange would be much easier if we knew your name If I knew their father at all, I’d know that

Most of those standing guard around his sons would be lethal killers What would they do if they heard my name? Would any of them recognize it? How long would they last against me? – They are so small… You could crush them under the heel of boot like ants

– My name is— – Technoblade? – Philza? – Old friend! It’s nice to see you again – Traitor.. – Traitor! – Traitor! Traitor! – Traitor! – Father! Do you know this stranger? – Well, obviously, Wilbur! Dad just said his name, didn’t he? Technoblade That’s a dumb name – Tommy!

It’s been a long time… How have you been? – How have I been?.. Phil, I— – Actually.. – Wilbur, take your brother out to the garden for a bit, yeah? – But you said— – I know what I promised, and I keep my promises, don’t I?

– I’ll join you in a moment I just need to have a talk with Technoblade here – C’mon, Tommy Let’s play outside – Technoblade’s still a dumb name… – Walk with me? I remembered days like these during our time together, long days of companionable silence as we simply existed together

But there was something different this time I could sense Philza sizing me up, tallying my hidden weapons, calculating my improvements In turn, I mapped my escape routes I did not want to expect violence from Philza, but I hadn’t expected to be left behind, either – They’re a handful

Wilbur was a quieter, before Tommy was born A little bookworm, holed up in his room all day But I have a feeling you didn’t drop by for silly stories like that So, go ahead Let me have it

For years, I’d put Philza out of my mind, determined to forget that interlude of peace. I’d let the memories fester like untreated wounds, and now I thought I’d rather die of the infection than acknowledge out loud that it was real, that the pain was there at all

– I didn’t mean to drop by, I didn’t know this place was yours I can leave, if you— – No Don’t leave Truth be told, this reunion was inevitable Or, I hoped it was – How long have you been here? – How long has this kingdom been standing?

– Phil, that’s— – I know People like us aren’t meant to stay in one place for too long I found a small town while I was traveling, made it something more I told myself I would leave after a year, and then it became two years, three years, a decade

I did leave eventually, before they figured out why their town mayor never aged But then I found out, the moment I left… They were annihilated I came back and everything, everyone had been burnt to the ground It was just ashes. Everything I built… There were survivors, of course,

And they blamed their leader for leaving, of course — as they should So I stayed I built it back up again, from a small, decimated town to what you see today As far as the people know, leadership has been passed

On from one king to another who looks vaguely like him I’m sure the eldest of them have their rumors, but is it really so bad to be known? – Is this why you left me behind? – Techno— – I understand

You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don’t— I just— Why didn’t you take me? I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter

– I didn’t hunt them down, though – What? – The people who burned down my town I didn’t hunt them down, as much as I wanted to They were long gone by the time I arrived, and at that moment, my people needed a leader, not a hunter

And I didn’t bring you because— – Because I don’t know when to be either – I don’t need to hear this from you Do your sons even know what you are? Who you are? The Angel of Death, domesticated Huh. What a farce – You know not of which you speak

– I once saw you tear a man apart with your bare hands, and now you’re telling me about leadership? About kindness? – I said nothing of kindness If I had completely renounced my ways, my kingdom would not be what it is today Domesticated dogs still bite – Dad!

Are you almost finished? – Almost! I’ll be right down, kids! – I wasn’t trying to… settle down I was content, for a while, to watch the kingdom grow But these.. mortals and their short, fitful lives… They draw you in, Technoblade I used to think they were moths drawn to flame,

Doomed to catch fire for the most inconsequential things We’ve seen their wars, you and I We’ve fought them We both know the things they do to each other But over the years I’ve also learned of the things they do for each other

Their lives will always be one year, one week, one day short, but it doesn’t seem to matter much to them They live anyway They love anyway.. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself The fury was still there, and the feeling of a betrayal so grand

it might never be bridged, but the exhaustion had begun to settle in I was used to quick brawls and long hunts, but verbal altercation was not something I’d ever trained for — mostly because I has not cared to speak to anyone that mattered since… since forever, perhaps

– Are they like you? Your boys? – I would not wish my fate on my worst enemy, least of all my own children They take after their mother Mortal Good in all ways I thank every god that has ever existed for that But sometimes… – Sometimes? – It’s Wilbur…

He speaks of voices — – Voices? – The voices, Phil, they demand blood – I am glad he is not like me, But sometimes I fear he is growing more and more like you – You are not alone.. – Not alone! Not alone! – Not alone..

– Not alone! – Not alone.. Not alone! – That is why I had hoped you would come Truth be told, I was very close to looking for you myself I cannot do this by myself, Technoblade, as much as I want to You’re the only one—

– You need my help My help, after you abandoned me After you denounced my ways and called me a monster! – I would never call you that, my friend – I don’t owe you anything, I don’t owe that— that child anything – I know..

– And I have better things to do with my time – I know.. – After all you did, I shouldn’t even be listening to you right now – I know, Techno, I know – Oh, how the mighty have fallen – I am sorry, truly, for leaving

But I am asking you, begging you, to do this for me For my son For the friendship that we once shared Techno, please Please… I do not know how much time the gods will give us – What will you have me do? What do you expect from me, Phil? – Stay

Stay and help, as much as you can And together, maybe we can help you, as well Maybe Philza had been tired, too, of their life before Always fighting, never safe And although I thought it was only a matter of time before this game of peace was over,

I thought maybe I could start to understand why Phil took the chance It was a foolish move, and I would scoff at it for the rest of ours immortal lives, but it would not be the worst choice anyone had ever made

This was barely a drop in the ocean of bad decisions – Alright. You and me, one more time Original story “Passerine” by Thcscus (blujamas) Characters desing from “Sunsprite’s Eulogy” Animatic by SAD-ist MSGO Creation General manager – Вася Маскальчук Localizer, screenwriter, director – Gloria Ent.

Director, sound engineer, cameraman – HeyTed Prod. Design – Ander Modeler – Григорий Яншин Builder – Асд Voice actors Technoblade – Bread Philza – Andruxioid Wilbur – HeyTed Tommy – Артём Wifeza – ElsaGirl Voices – San Guard – Nardomon Tavern Guy 1 – MyNeosha Tavern Guy 2 – Lols

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