January 6th, 2014; 7:52 PM


From: steve747@gmail.com;


Forwarded by: mojang.5902@mojang.com


To: 29234842349@mutemail.com


Subject: MOJANG Asylum's "Blockbreaker."


 


     Hello, I will not state your name in this email. You have asked for the information of "The Blockbreaker" and the events that took place at "MOJANG Asylum" before it was burnt to the ground by MOJANG in order to protect their secrets. This is the horrid story that took place that November.


     MOJANG Asylum was built after MOJANG had pretty much everything they needed and the population was rising. Because of this rise, more illnesses were contracted, and more deaths prominent. They needed a way to fix this, and a asylum was in order.


     People call him "The Blockbreaker," an ex-MOJANG agent whom served in the army and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. Recently diagnosed with some kind of mental disorder, he was submitted to the asylum I worked at. His name originates from a corrupt government investigation in Oklahoma, where he sold out his own boss to the authorities before killing him by beating him to death... with a grass block. Maybe all of this is just a simulation, a game, but this guy was crazy.


     Many call MOJANG Asylum a hopeful place. Its neighbor was the MOJANG Hospital and First Aid, which was convenient for many self-harming patients. It was lovely, until The Blockbreaker started a riot on November 24, 2013. Many workers died and The Blockbreaker and his "assistants" who pretty much worshipped him held the asylum for more than two weeks, with many hostages, including me. The only weird part was the fact that many guards were working with him. Most people assume that he was paying them or promising them something, but I think they were planning something bigger, something more dangerous.


     Apparently The Blockbreaker had been forming this riot for quite some time, although I don't see how you start a riot in an asylum. I found a file from a therapist while inside the generator room, and I still have no idea how it got there. However, it stated that a patient named "Patrick F. Uhora" had been talking nonsense and saying things like "we'll kill you all," or "you'll never see it coming." The man was a nut, but nothing compared to The Blockbreaker.


     In my whole life, I never inspired to be the man on the stage in a play, the guy in the spotlight. I hated being praised, to be recognized for something I did. Purposely, I failed school, barely got through college, and didn't get out of the house often. Working at a mental asylum as a software developer and engineer doesn't take much training, and no one really enjoys it, making it the perfect job for someone like me. Sadly, this situation I was put in made me a "hero" in the eyes of many for a long time. On the first week the asylum was taken, I hid inside patient #437's room only sneaking out to the cafeteria when needed. This was routine until I was caught, by The Blockbreaker himself.


     Inside the kitchen, middle of the night, I heard someone to start singing in a deep and scratchy voice. Alarmed and scared as could be, I hid inside a refrigerator until The Blockbreaker found me and pulled me to the ground. "Yes... You are beautiful. You will me mine now, darling." He trapped me inside the fridge and pushed it across the ground until we arrived at a stop. The Blockbreaker opened up the fridge, grabbed me, and slammed me against the wall until I was knocked out.


     His eyes glowed even though they were one of the darkest shades of brown I've ever seen. His face was covered in peach fuzz and his hair was blacker than I knew possible, most likely because of the dirt in it. Somehow it looked like he had acquired grease or gel for his hair, keeping it up in an old-fashioned style. Blood covered a tuxedo he always wore, and he had no shoes to hide his beaten toes.


     The Blockbreaker talked in a husky voice, always singing old Italian songs he played on a jukebox, while his assistants and hired guards watched over the prison. Somehow they even got the asylum's electric fence working, keeping most of the more mentally ill patients refined to their cell blocks until they dehydrated or killed each other. While The Blockbreaker kept his sanity for the most part, he was still the most insane person I ever knew. He beat people to death, and skinned some alive for disobeying him. I had never seen a man die before I met him.


     But that wasn't the reason people were scared of The Blockbreaker. The reason people were in a cold sweat around him was because of his desire for a woman to love. While this seems natural for a man of his type, The Blockbreaker couldn't find many females in an asylum, mostly because there are no women in Mnecraft. So he resorted to one of the most disgusting things I could imagine. Sex changes.


     Against their will, and without the proper knowledge or tools to perform a sex change, The Blockbreaker attempted over and over again to cut off male genitals, thinking there must be a couple girl parts down there, but of course there wasn't. Many were killed for this reason, and the victims were later hung or burnt and fed to The Blockbreaker's assistants. I think the reasons that The Blockbreak did these crimes was from the lack of women characters in Minecraft, which did indeed make sense.


     After further research, I can conclude that the actions The Blockbreaker had taken at MOJANG Asylum were inspired by the likes of "Blue Beard's Wives" a folk tale about a crazy man whom killed several of his wives, and/or Ed Grin, a serial killer who skinned women, kept their skulls and fingers. Both are frightening tales that keep me up at night. Thinking of human beings doing such acts disgusts me.


     So when The Blockbreaker got to me he had trapped me in some room. I wasn't sure how long I was there, but my phone was dead and I couldn't refer to it. I remember what he told me. "You are going to make a beautiful wife. Come with me, I have something to show you." He lugged me along into a room painted with blood and different knives and saws. "Now, you are going to love my machinery. First, let me calm you down." With that being said, I remember him shoving some needle into me, and me beginning to hallucinate.


     He took me to the table and pinned me down before strapping me into it with metal chains, ridden with blood and bits of flesh. I know I vomited onto his weird and pixel suit, and this angered him very much, resulting in slaps to my face and more syringes. I remember him taking a saw to my torso before saying, "too easy." After that, I remember him jabbing me in the face over and over while my skin burned from pain. "PASS OUT ALREADY!" He screamed, blooding his knuckles. "You will be beautiful. You will be my beautiful wife," his chuckles flooded the air, and he grabbed me by my leg and dragged me through fading corridors.


     It was too late for me, I couldn't see anything going on around me. Whatever drug he had given me had made my memories slip from my head. I woke up sometime later, not knowing what had happened. I wasn't pinned to a table anymore, I was hunched over in the corner of a room. The Blockbreaker came into the room, heaving the metal door behind him shut and leaving only me and him in a room. Sunlight came in through a single window, illuminating dust particles flying around, and The Blockbreaker's wayward face, covered in scars and blood. More knives and saws littered the ground, covered in blood and creating a wicked smell. "Time for you to be daddy's new girl." He laughed his recalcitrant laugh one more time before I couldn't take it anymore. He almost brought out a saw covered in blood before I reacted.


     I jumped up, new wounds that now covered my body shot pain through my limbs, but I ignored it. I grabbed a knife off the floor near me and charged him with all my power, but he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me through the window, glass stabbing through me. I don't know how far I fell, but blood splattered out of me. My finger cracked, and I instantly knew it was broken. The knife I had charged The Blockbreaker with stuck out of my shoulder and glass pieces poked out of me.


     Suddenly, gunshots broke the new silence in the air, and menacing screams that made my blood curl howled through the dim moonlight. The gunshots had come from the only room with a broken window - the one The Blockbreaker had thrown me out of. Adrenaline came over me and the last emotions of desire and hope I could find in me made me move on. More gunshots pierced the dark night sky and I could hear someone screaming in a full-toned and deep voice. The Blockbreaker. Either he had been shot, or someone else had shot him.


     You might think I was crazy for the following actions, and I probably am, but I took whatever courage I could find and walked back inside the large building I had just fallen out of. I think it was the Chapel and Cell Block F, but I wasn't quite sure. Whatever drugs I were on must have been the only thing keeping me alive, but they were also fogging my memory and making me lose my thoughts.


     I had to make sure that sick devil was dead. He had to be, he better be. My thoughts were becoming less clear, but I carried myself back into the building, a piece of glass as my only weapon. More gunfire crackled through the building, and I lost my balance, supporting myself with nearby dressers and pillars. 


     Finding the stairs was easy, but guiding through them was not. Sunlight through dim windows nearby was my only source of light, and I had no idea where this madman was.


     I remember hearing loud crashing sounds behind me, and the sounds of metal rubbing against plastic before lightning flew through my pelvis. I looked down to see a giant blade poking out of me. I didn't have time to react, but I knew my killer was The Blockbreaker. He brought the knife out of my stomach, and I was prepared for death when he plowed it through me over and over again, blood squirting out of me.


     This time I did collapse to the ground. I grabbed my wound, but that only made it worse. I couldn't breathe, everything that went through me was a blur, my emotions, my thoughts, I can't remember them. All I can remember is wishing that this madman would just die... I wanted it all to be over, and I swear I was trying not to laugh at the fact that I was dying. It would all be over soon. But it wasn't.


     I remember The Blockbreaker standing me up and dragging me somewhere. When I think hard enough, visions of me with a wedding dress come to mind. The Blockbreaker screaming, telling me I cheated on him, that I deserved to be hung. Visions of him putting a ring on my finger before slapping me and crying. But the best flashback of all, is when The Blockbreaker took me to a room filled with dead bodies, all hanging from the ceiling. It was horrible, and to make it worse The Blockbreaker reached up and grabbed a finger off a man and ate it like a chicken wing. He threw me against a wall and grabbed my chin, making me look towards the hanging bodies. "This, this is where you will stay. With all of these people, these... liars. These woman, all of these cheaters, tramps. Heh heh. Now you will hang."


     He begun to tie a noose on a rope and put it around my neck. He raised it using a metal pole fastened to the wall, but not fast enough. Suddenly five guards budged into the room and more gunfire hurt my ears. The Blockbreaker dropped straight to the ground, landing on his knees. People were shooting at him, and I was choking from the freaking noose tied around my neck. I slid down the pole, hitting my temple on the wall before the rope snapped and I fell onto the ground, catching myself with my collarbones. I think someone even shot at me, figuring I came to back up The Blockbreaker or something before screaming "civilian, careful!" The gunfire continued, and I heard something that sounded like squishing. Probably the impact of bullets on The Blockbreaker's flesh.


     I heard screams from unfamiliar voices too. It had to have been the guards, but The Blockbreaker let out a scream that sounded like an explosion. The gunshots stopped for a second, but I heard a single bullet before everything went silent. I remember hearing and smelling something burning, indicating that the person whom burned MOJANG Asylum down was there at the same time I was. Footsteps came closer, and my muscles tensed up, preparing for death.


      Even if I wanted to move, I wouldn't have been able to. I was punctured in the gut, blood was still dribbling out of me, and I was crying. I think a piece of The Blockbreaker's diamond sword was stuck in me. Soldiers of some sort dressed in hazardous material suits found me and picked me up. "ID says "Steve," one of them told the others. "Man over here is 'The Blockbreaker?'"


     The last thing I remember is seeing a pile of blood spreading out from The Blockbreaker's limp body, and a smile creeping its way onto my face.


 


     The next couple of days were filled with pain. People performed surgery on my stomach, apparently no major organs were punctured. Blood still seeped out of me over the next week or so, and my life became horrible and filled with debt.


     I forgot all about the events that had occurred at MOJANG Asylum, and the fact that I was lucky to be alive never crossed my mind. Until I was questioned.


     When they asked what had happened, I remembered everything. I barely was able to tell the men what had happened without throwing up. The things I have seen have been scorched into my eyelids, into my brain. The things that have happened, I will never forget. And it was funny... the only thing that I could think about for the next year was, "yes. The Blockbreaker is dead, thank god." Never once had I felt pity for him, and I never will. The Blockbreaker was dead, and he deserved his downfall. His actions have changed me, and the surrounding people. They made me go crazy until I went into rehab.


     I do wake up and ponder a lot however, wondering if there was females in Minecraft, would this have happened?


     I live a mostly peaceful life now, with two boys and a beautiful wife. Supposedly because of this, MOJANG is talking about sending me to my own simulation for my exposure of MOJANG's tests. If this is so, I will be leaving to a galaxy called "Single Player." I hope it doesn't come to that, or else they will wipe my memory and I will forget everything that has occurred in my life. That means, no computers, no contact with you guys, no entertainment, no guns to protect myself. Nothing.


Anyways, bests regards, Steve.