The Minecraft Story
By: Richard D. Kroll
"Why did they attack me?" I asked, "Me! The famous Steve."
"Maybe they thought we were someone else." Alex said, "They have a tendency of doing that you know." Alex looked at me.
"Yeah, I know." I say, "They attacked Mojang HQ meaning to attack Disney. They attacked San Diego trying to attack Universal."
"How are we going to get out of here?" asked Alex, "They said the bars were as tough as metal."
"Did they say what the bars actually were?" I say as I stand up.
"No." Alex answered.
I went up to the bars of our cell, 2-G, and kick them. They fell as if they were paper.
"Oh." Alex looked down at the fallen bars, "That was stupid of them."
I should probably introduce myself. I am Steve, the master of Minecraftia. I have dark brown, silky hair, and I always where a blue T-shirt, darkish purple pants, and light gray shoes. Alex is my friend and partner. He has orangish hair, green eyes, a green shirt, brown pants, and really pale skin.
[Ow. Pale skin can be a good thing.]
Oh yeah. I have tan skin. My fist hurts a lot when I don't have an axe to chop down a tree. I punch them down. Lucky Alex, he only has to farm.
[Yes I think farming is hard. But it is easier than a bleeding hand every other week.]
We were walking down the hall when I heard, "Prisoner escape! Prisoner escape! Prisoner A-1 Steve Minecrafter and Prisoner A-2 Alex Farmton."
"RUN!" I yelled.
Apparently some security guards heard me because they started chasing us yelling. Also, I felt like this prison was supposed to be a maze. There were millions of paths, most of them circling back to the beginning. Let's look at the bright side, my prisoner number is the name of a steak sauce from mod DFE-56, or the Feast mod.
Nothing was useful. We were cornered. Maybe I could use my Hatchet. No, not my copy of the book. My stone axe. I named it Hatchet because that sounds cooler than stone axe.
End of early release.
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