#bc someone ordered six shulkers of bone blocks

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The skeleton remembered...

It looked at its hand, seeing how it moved the way it would if those bones still had muscles and tendons and skin. Somehow, it could see. It could think. It could walk. Was it...? No, it wasn't alive. Undead, perhaps.

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The skeleton remembered...

Armour? That was a thing, right? How did one... how did you make it? It had seen other skeletons in armour. Protection. From the sun. It had hands that could shoot a bow. Did that mean it also had hands that could craft things?

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The skeleton remembered...

The village was quiet. The only real threat was the iron golem. If it was spotted, it would be... was dead the right word? un-undeaded? The skeleton thought that was a problem for other skeletons to think about.

It was here for the blacksmith though. They'd watched their craftsmanship, and saw them putting away some armour pieces. There was a fine iron helment in that forge if it could get it.

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The skeleton remembered...

It had gone into the caves again. No armour, but a good pickaxe. Iron could be found down here. It could not carry much, being simply a skeleton, but it had crafted a small bag out of rabbit skin and hoped that would be enough to carry the iron back.

No iron, though, but a blue ore that shone with power. With magic. It was both hard, and slipped through its hands like fine dust. You could do something with this stuff. Something... You needed a table. And this powder. And then, what exactly?

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The skeleton remembered...

It fastened the gold helmet on its skull, needing a few more leather straps to make it fit well. It had been scavenged from another skeleton, and it had some magic on it. It shone with a queer tint to it.

Now, the skeleton could abide the sun. For a while, at least. The helmet wasn't very strong, though, it could tell. It would break if it was out in the day too long.

The chestplate, though, that was its own making. Gold, too, as that's what it had seemed to find the most of. An abandoned village had provided the necessary tools to smelt and forge the gold into armour without the threat of an iron golem. Was it perfectly made? No. But the skeleton had proved it could craft things with its hands.

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The skeleton remembered. The skeleton remembered it being night. That it had just... been there from wherever it had been previously, though they had no memory of what that was. Anther skeleton handed them a bow and some arrows. Said to fear the sun and to kill players if they saw any.

What was a player? The skeleton didn't remember that. But one night, when it did see an odd figure in the landscape, one wearing armour and bearing weapons, who did not move like villagers, well. The skeleton took aim, and its aim was perfect.