The Prayer Wall

A Bab's Prayer Before Going Mining Dear Great Snuggle, watch over me as I go down, down, down into the dark. Keep my torches lit, my pickaxe sharp, and my pamp fresh for the long way home. Guide my paws away from lava, and if I hear a hiss behind me, let it just be my tummy. Bless the diamonds I will surely find, and the forty stacks of cobble I will carry for no reason. Let the skeletons miss their arrows, let the zombies be too slow, and let the spiders be the friendly kind. And if I get lost, as I usually do, send a caregiver with a map, a snack, and no questions asked. Bring me back to bed by nightfall, dusty, sleepy, and a little bit proud. Amen. Rawr.

The SnuggleSMP Bab's Creed I believe in the Great Snuggle, maker of blankies and pillow forts, of all things soft and fluffy. I believe in naps, long and holy, taken at spawn, in the middle of the day, and in the middle of a sentence. I believe in the sacred pamp, guardian of adventures, who asks nothing and forgives much. I believe in the bottle, the binkie, and the plushie who has seen things and tells no one. I believe in the caregivers who tuck us in, find our lost stuffies, and say "one more episode" and mean it. I believe that creepers can be taught to hug, that diamonds are nice, but snacks are nicer. I believe in sharing my blocks, waiting my turn, and not griefing my friend's house, even when they took my crayon. I believe no bab gets left behind, not at the Nether portal, not in the End, not at bedtime. I believe in the fellowship of the server, the forgiveness of lag spikes, the resurrection of lost items (if you're fast), and naptime everlasting. Rawr. Amen.

A Cub's Little Prayer Dear Snuggle Spirit up in the sky, thank you for blankies and lullabies. Bless all the paws, both big and small, the ones who wobble and the ones who fall. Bless my binkie, bless my bear, bless the fluff that's everywhere. Keep my pamps all soft and dry, my bottle full when I start to cry. Bless my caregiver who tucks me tight and chases monsters out at night. Bless the creepers, make them nice, so they don't blow up our house twice. Now I lay me down to nap, curled up small in someone's lap. Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, spawn. Wake me up with snacks at dawn. Amen. Mrrp.

The Sanctified Pamp-Prayer of the Dragon’s Downfall Hear ye, hear ye, O gathered fellowship of block and chaos, who hath journeyed beyond mortal spawnpoint, into that void-cursed realm where Endermen glare like angry tax collectors. This day we declare a holy W, for the fell wyrm of darkness hath been bonked, yeeted, and absolutely ratio’d by our collective gremlin energy. Blessed be the swords that smote, the bows that somehow hit a crystal, and the souls who bravely perished because they thought “I can MLG this.” Grant mercy upon those who were launched skyward, ascending like holy baked potatoes, and returned to earth as experience confetti. Bestow grace upon our garments— be they armor, robes, or pamps— for battle is messy, and accidents were made. Let the dragon egg be not hoarded by the greediest among us, nor placed on a dirt pillar like some Walmart display. May the community remain united, sharing loot, snacks, and the occasional emotional support plushie. For teamwork is sacred, and hoarding is cringe. Keep our bases ungriefed, our farms untrampled, and our furnaces unlocked for the hoppers that hunger. And should another beast arise to challenge our dominion, let us charge once more with valor, crying unto the square heavens: "For glory, for friendship, for the divine right to be silly, and for the preservation of immaculate pamps!" So sworn, so spoken, so memed. Amen. Yeet. And yippee-kai-yay.

To the guardian of cubs small and silly, thank you for keeping us warm and safe. Bless this pack, our naps, our snacks, and our pamps that keep us cozy on long adventures. Guide us with gentle paws, bright eyes, and goofy smiles. Amen, rawr.