No one here shall ever learn the tale of how I chose the legendary username "Brickman". The username itself is an immaculate design already, the story of how it was birthed would destroy any mere human being not deemed worthy.
Entire kingdoms will rise to be rulers of the known world, and devolve back into the piles of rocks that they were built on, before a single syllable escapes from my lips to answer any inquiries about my name's origin.
That is, until the inevitable day that I fall ill. The woman whom I have decided to live the rest of my now soon-resolved life with will sit near my bed, as Gabriel's fire shines brightly through the dew-laden glass of my window sill. The bells of morn cry with the genises of the new day, and the ever present exodus of my weathered life. She leans in closely as I whisper with my last breaths the true reason that I chose my Blockland username countless moons ago. I die.
