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This documentary was just posted to YouTube and I would highly recommend that people watch and share it. It is a very heavy but important subject, and it contains content that may be triggering to victims of medical and/or sexual abuse. If you’re in the right state of mind, please give this organization some love and publicity. I usually don’t make this kinda post, but this cause is very personal and very close to my heart.
Honestly the dried vs. happy Ghasts remind me of like. Comparing that one picture of a dead blobfish, where it's like melted due to not being in the pressure of the deep ocean, to a picture (or even video) of a live one, where they're just like, normal-looking fish.
The main advantage of the new mob is that you don't need a word to tell its lore. We find this almost dead, half-desiccated creature near huge bones in the biome, where ghasts, which are massive in themselves, most often spawn. It is so obvious that this is a child who has lost its mother. Perhaps even because of the players' actions, because it's not like ghasts have any potential enemies. Or maybe the cause of death was different. We don't know. We just know that no one will take care of this child but us
I love Dried Ghast very much, it's my little sunshine. I need to protect it
The poetry of the universe echoes endlessly around everything, etched into walls of chapels and doors of dungeons and light-seared into the backs of your eyes when you fall through the void. It's all in a language you can't understand and you aren't meant to learn, because if you did, you'd understand the terror of it. The wretched human soul that resides within your skin would cry out at the injustice of it.
The nether is not meant for you. Your blood boils and the sand you stand on cries out and grabs at your feet. It's just as lawless as the land above, but the evils of this world are as striking as a match. They do not shroud themselves in leaves and sea and earth, hiding from your human eyes. The nether is not meant for you.
But perhaps it wasn't meant for the creatures here, either. Perhaps the land turned them vile and bitter, instilled in them a taste for blood as red as the fire in which they were born.
You hold this creature in your hands now, one you found abandoned within the remains of its kind, and you can see the humanity in its withered white frame. The poetry that echoes around everything, that the universe is kind, and you are the universe itself. Within this creature is the part of yourself that aches to leave.
You can save a ghast and you can set it free.
baby gats very cute (original)
Tumblr I am also excited for the baby Ghasts can we please stop blaming their situation on piglins
Guys the piglins aren't sadistic torturers. Y'all act like they're the villains of the nether and like mojang has some sort of official lore that piglins are the baddies responsible for everything. If anything I'd say piglins are just as much victims of the nether's harsh climates as the ghasts. ffs man let the pig ppl live.
