After 27 blissful years, my parents have selfishly decided to kick me out of my childhood home. Something about “making my own way in life” and “getting some peace and quiet in their own house”... I couldn’t hear them clearly over this new metal playlist I’ve been listening to on repeat for the past month. So I’ve decided that the best way to get back at them is to follow in Sofia’s footsteps and move to the Nether.
Since I’m new to the area, I’ve decided to hire Barbara – a Nether-native real estate agent – to walk me through my housing options. Apparently you should choose your Nether home based on size, biome, and probability of death – the latter of which is not always apparent. At this point you might be wondering if I’m sure I want to go through with this, to which I say yes, because 1) I am not a quitter, and 2) my parents have already converted my room into a gym. So let’s jump into that purple vortex, because Barbara is waiting!
Nether Wastes
I first meet Barbara in a large, desolate area – except for a sea of lava and a simple, modern home on the shore. I’ve always wanted a beach house, so much so that I’m willing to overlook the fact that a wooden railing is the only thing standing between me and a bubbling, blubbering sea of doom.
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