In the vast voxel universe of Boundless, where planets spin lazily and players build megastructures with the enthusiasm of caffeinated architects, there existed a peculiar legend. A lone, mysterious figure. A player known only as “KindleKing42.”
No one knew when he first appeared. One day, the Exoworlds were pristine and peaceful. The next? A trail of harvested Kindling Mass stretched from planet to planet, like breadcrumbs leading to a pyromaniac with a green thumb.
But here’s the twist: he never touched the Combustion Fraction. Not one. Never. Ever.
At first, other players were thrilled. “Free combustion!” shouted a random crafter in the hub. “This guy’s a saint!” said a guild leader, scooping up stacks of perfectly untouched Combustion Pods like a squirrel in a nut factory.
But over time… suspicion crept in.
“I swear I saw him on Shedu Tier,” whispered a forger one day. “He just stood in the field, looking at the Combustion Pods. Then—he shook his head. And walked away.”
Guilds started speculating.
“He must be allergic,” suggested one player, wearing a full set of dyed pink exo armor for no reason.
“No, no, it’s a moral stance,” argued another. “Combustion is a dirty fuel. He’s going green.”
“My theory?” a miner said, eyes twitching. “The combustion whispers to him… but he resists.”
The drama peaked when the Boundless Council of Economic Fairness (totally not just a group of bored players with clipboards) issued a galactic PSA:
“To the mysterious individual leaving all combustion behind:
Please… at least clean up after yourself. These pods don’t despawn, man.”
But KindleKing42 did not respond.
He just kept… planting. Harvesting. Ignoring combustion like it insulted his mother.
Then one day, a new Exo arrived. People rushed to it. What they found shook the universe:
A massive pixel-art sign carved into the planet’s crust, stretching 300 plots wide:
“I only burn with Kindling. Combustion is a lie.”
– KindleKing42
Underneath was a single campfire. Fueled, of course, by Kindling Shred.
And so the mystery lives on. The Kindling fields are always harvested first. Combustion remains untouched. And somewhere, out there in the universe, KindleKing42 is still farming.
Probably shirtless. Definitely dramatic.
And absolutely hilarious.
