Craftable Morning Walk

Description

No, you're not teleporting to Garry's mod with a bunch of extra monsters with this big monster in the distance. You will be in minecraft.

Nieceik bro!

This mod is recommended to you!

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The monster is big, 1000 hp, black, powerful, non-aggressive (if you don't hit him).

Crafts will be open if you craft the black dye, after you can get crafts.

Horror history version:

In a small, unassuming town, hidden deep within the woods, there was a legend whispered among the locals—the tale of a colossal creature known simply as The Watcher. Those who dared to venture far enough into the forest claimed to have seen it, a massive figure cloaked in darkness, standing tall at the edge of their vision. With 1,000 health points, it seemed nearly indestructible, and while it appeared powerful, it was strangely non-aggressive—unless provoked. One evening, a thrill-seeker named Ben decided to test the legend. Armed with little more than a flashlight and a camera, he set out into the thick brush, determined to capture proof of The Watcher. As he wandered deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to close in around him, their branches stretching like fingers in the fading light. The air grew cold and heavy, weighing down on his heart as he lost track of time. After hours of searching, Ben stumbled into a small clearing. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw it—The Watcher. It stood looming, a silhouette against the dimming sky, its form vague but undeniably enormous. The creature was blacker than night, absorbing the fading light around it. Its presence was overwhelming, and Ben felt a mix of dread and awe as he raised his camera, snapping a picture. But as the flash illuminated the clearing, something shifted. The Watcher's head turned slowly, its massive, featureless face seeming to lock eyes with Ben. A chill shot through him as he felt an inexplicable urge to run, but he stood frozen, staring into the void where its eyes should have been. He remembered the stories—the creature would not harm you if you didn’t hit it. Fearing the repercussions of his intrusion, he lowered his camera, his pulse racing. Slowly, The Watcher seemed to relax, its monstrous form becoming still once more. Ben took a hesitant step back, convinced he had averted disaster. But the moment he turned to leave, he heard it—a low growl, reverberating through the trees. The ground quaked beneath him, and panic surged in his chest. Without thinking, he bolted into the underbrush, branches clawing at him like desperate hands. The creature's footsteps echoed behind him, heavy and deliberate. Despite his fear, he recalled the townsfolk's warning: “It’s only aggressive if you provoke it.” He had to keep moving, to avoid making things worse. He dashed through the forest, adrenaline pumping, the growl growing louder with every step. Just as he thought he might have escaped, he tripped over a root, sending him sprawling to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, but it was too late. The ground shook as The Watcher loomed above him, casting an impenetrable shadow. In that moment, Ben realized the terror of his situation. He hadn’t just disturbed a creature; he had awakened something ancient, something that watched from the dark, waiting for its prey to make a mistake. As he lay there, heart racing, he felt a strange calm wash over him. The Watcher didn’t need to hunt him; it was merely observing. As he gazed into that endless void, something shifted within him. He could sense its power, its weight, reminding him that in this world, some things are better left undisturbed. From that day on, Ben became a part of the legend, whispering warnings to others who dared to tread the woods. But deep in the shadows, The Watcher waited, a silent guardian of the forest, ever watchful, ever patient, a reminder that fear often stems from the unknown—and sometimes, it’s best not to provoke what resides in the dark.