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Gameknight looked around the chamber. Strange translucent shapes were on top of him and Grieferking.
Ghosts? Then he noticed the thread, stretching from the bodies of smoke to the roof and beyond. Even if ghost mobs existed, why would they be connected to the source?
“Users!” Game knight yelled “It’s the Ban-” The invisible Bandits muffled his mouth and a bandit lifted a iron shovel.
“CRUNCH!”
Everything went black.

Soon, Gameknight regained conscious in a cobble room, stripped of his armor.
He shook off the fogginess and stood up.
Then he heard an faint yell. “You tricked us, Grieferking! You told us that we would be payed in 64 emeralds each!” It was the bandits. “But  you locked us outside! Well, shouldn’t have given us TNT! So cough it up!”
then Gameknight heard a croak, then the sound of slashing.
Gameknight had to escape or he’ll die, and he didn’t like the feeling dying again.
Then he had an idea.

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