Hello, my name is Steve… Steve Miner. I live here in Melville. My wife Elaine (Ex wife now) and I named the city after our first and only son, Mel. I found Elaine in a strange situation. As I was in the enderworld fighting off the Enderdragon, I heard this scream… Well… You’ll hear about that later in my entries. May I remind you that everything that you read has actually happened in Melville. I, myself… I cannot die. I am immortal. My father, his name was Notch. I have a grandson named Elijah and a great grandson named Arnoldee. (Air-nole-dee). I keep a journal of everything that’s worth writing down that happens in Melville. As of now, Melville is small. It’s just in its starting stages. I have much to build. I have many stories to tell as well.
Elaine & the End:
It was a terrible war, Wither against Enderman, Enderman against Wither… Enderdragon against me… I had to act quickly! I pulled out my diamond sword and bow and arrow, and shot at the power supply that was healing the beast. “BOOM” “CRASH” “WOOSH” Went the dragon and the power supply. One arrow after another, Withers everywhere, Endermen falling to their death, the dragon dive bombed me, but I built a fort under the ground… and waited… shot… waited… over and over again until it stopped. You could hear the withers shooting at the dragon. With a mighty roar, the beast came tumbling down from the sky. “CRASHHHHH”!!! I took out my sword and plunged it deep into the dragons skull, putting it out of its misery immediately. I heard a scream for help, I got my diamond pickaxe and searched the obsidian pillars. And there in the tallest pillar, was a small helpless villager woman. Her name was Elaine. She was the most beautiful sight to sore eyes. Blonde hair, green eyes, and the prettiest smile you could ever imagine. But she was a crumpled up mess. She had forgotten how she got there, but it didn’t look pretty. So I picked her up, and took her back through the portal, where she recovered from the experience. A few years later, we married. We had our first child 9 months later. It was a beautiful baby boy, with eyes like his mother and built like his father. We named him Mel, and that was how the city of Melville was started. He loved music! He would often run around randomly. He got out a few times and almost fell into the moat of lava. You can bet I gave him a whooping you’d never believe. Mel is 8 now, and he is growing perfectly. His mother is just as beautiful if not more, than the day I rescued her from the end.
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Elaine & the End:
It was a terrible war, Wither against Enderman, Enderman against Wither… Enderdragon against me… I had to act quickly! I pulled out my diamond sword and bow and arrow, and shot at the power supply that was healing the beast. “BOOM” “CRASH” “WOOSH” Went the dragon and the power supply. One arrow after another, Withers everywhere, Endermen falling to their death, the dragon dive bombed me, but I built a fort under the ground… and waited… shot… waited… over and over again until it stopped. You could hear the withers shooting at the dragon. With a mighty roar, the beast came tumbling down from the sky. “CRASHHHHH”!!! I took out my sword and plunged it deep into the dragons skull, putting it out of its misery immediately. I heard a scream for help, I got my diamond pickaxe and searched the obsidian pillars. And there in the tallest pillar, was a small helpless villager woman. Her name was Elaine. She was the most beautiful sight to sore eyes. Blonde hair, green eyes, and the prettiest smile you could ever imagine. But she was a crumpled up mess. She had forgotten how she got there, but it didn’t look pretty. So I picked her up, and took her back through the portal, where she recovered from the experience. A few years later, we married. We had our first child 9 months later. It was a beautiful baby boy, with eyes like his mother and built like his father. We named him Mel, and that was how the city of Melville was started. He loved music! He would often run around randomly. He got out a few times and almost fell into the moat of lava. You can bet I gave him a whooping you’d never believe. Mel is 8 now, and he is growing perfectly. His mother is just as beautiful if not more, than the day I rescued her from the end.