You pick up the book in your hands, the laptop is the book. You have heard of the world Minecraft, you work it in your own little zone. You are the player but he isn't you. These are tales of the mob you know as Creepers. As untold as a secret, they have a leader. It is in them all, their coding. They rule all mobs. This is what makes them so special as to write about. Even Herobrine cannot control them...
Creeper Break In
Said player was going to the sleeping quarters when the mob of all mobs, a Creeper arrived. The player, being over-ruled by these fabulous leaders and also being new and inexperienced - young - ran, ran back and tried to scream for help. The words were lost by movement and the Creeper was forced to kill itself in defence. It missed. That next morning, another Creeper, maybes a ghost, took hostage of the dogs in the shed after jumping out on the unsuspeting player. That world lies in ruin, blown to pieces by that player's corruption. The power of creativity combined with all he could imagine caused him to be turned by Herobrine one fatefull night.
The book trails off, there is yet more books to find...
OMG! I am now a tree puncher! Let's celebrate!
I LOVE Creepers! Let's party with a creeper! They're Sooooo awesome! I made a Creeper Disco once with some bouncy minecarts and a DJ station!
You know, someone should give me a special achievement or title.
Why, you ask, because I fell down a canyon, crawled into a cave, built a hut, went back up to the surface once, came back to the hut, went back up to the spawn house and back down yet again! Master routefinder or what?
You know, someone should give me a special achievement or title.
Why, you ask, because I fell down a canyon, crawled into a cave, built a hut, went back up to the surface once, came back to the hut, went back up to the spawn house and back down yet again! Master routefinder or what?
Ask for the world file. Signs on bridges and torches guide the way to the hut
Creeper Break In
Said player was going to the sleeping quarters when the mob of all mobs, a Creeper arrived. The player, being over-ruled by these fabulous leaders and also being new and inexperienced - young - ran, ran back and tried to scream for help. The words were lost by movement and the Creeper was forced to kill itself in defence. It missed. That next morning, another Creeper, maybes a ghost, took hostage of the dogs in the shed after jumping out on the unsuspeting player. That world lies in ruin, blown to pieces by that player's corruption. The power of creativity combined with all he could imagine caused him to be turned by Herobrine one fatefull night.
The book trails off, there is yet more books to find...
There's more to come soon...
I LOVE Creepers! Let's party with a creeper! They're Sooooo awesome! I made a Creeper Disco once with some bouncy minecarts and a DJ station!
'End Poem'?
Why, you ask, because I fell down a canyon, crawled into a cave, built a hut, went back up to the surface once, came back to the hut, went back up to the spawn house and back down yet again! Master routefinder or what?
Ask for the world file. Signs on bridges and torches guide the way to the hut
YOU HAVEN'T ADDED ANOTHER BOOK SINCE JULY 1ST.