A life of Steve

Once upon a time there was a boy named Steve. He always loved to run about the fields at his parent's farm. But one day Steve found a strange glowing object. Steve was baffled by the golden glow that surrounded the object. So he decided to poke it.
Nothing happened. He kept poking and poking untill the item blew up! Steve went flying from the blast. 
When Steve opened his eyes he felt somewhat different. Older even. As he looked down at his hands he noticed that he was a bit taller. Steve looked around to see where he was. When he finished looking around he noticed that here was no barn, no field, and no house.
He was a bit scared. Soon after he got up and started walking around the forest that he had appeared in. after a few steps Steve heard a weird hissing come from behind him. As he turned around he saw a green creature that was puffed up and about to blow. Before Steve could react the creature blew up and Steve was flung back against a tree. When he opened his eyes, he was back where he had started.
Puzzled to how he wasn't hurt or in pain he started to walk again. This time he tried to avoid the darkness of the forest.


As Steve walked further and further from where he had awoken. he started getting sad and felt alone.
He noticed that there wasn't a single person in sight. Then he came across a cabin covered in vines and leaves. He entered the cabin and felt a breeze pass through him. Steve shivered as it passed. A loud bang came from the second floor. As Steve walked up the stairs he heard another bang come from the first floor. Suddenly a redstone torch appeared behind him. Steve glared at the torch for a good few minutes. Another loud bang came from the door right behind the torch. Steve was horrified as he reached for the door knob. As he flung the door open the loud banging suddenly stopped!
A voice came from behind telling steve where he was "Steve, I have chosen you for a game." the voice said. "If you choose to run you will be erased from exsistance. If you choose to play, you will have little chance of survival."

Steve was terrified as he ran out of the wooden cabin. The voice screamed like a banshee as Steve flead. "Let the game begin!" the voice yelled!

Steve hurried and hid in a cave.
The voice began to tell him the rules of the game. "No one leaves my world, no one survives the game, and no one will ever hide from me."
Steve suddenly remembered the object that had blown up infront of him at his mother's and father's farm. Could he have been teleported to a new dimension? A dimension ruled by a twisted soul?
"You have four days to get ready. Then the hunt will begin!" the voice yelled.
So Steve got ready. He started chopping down trees, making weapons and tools to survive. and built a small hut.
the four days were almost up and he still had tons to do. With only two days left he started farming and killing animals for food.

The voice was back telling steve it was almost time. Steve ignored the whispers from the demon and kept building and cooking.
With a few hours left before the hunt Steve was ready.
Equiped with a diamond sword and iron armor, steve made the last of his potions and golden apples.
He was ready to fight for his life.
"Tick tock, time's up. Now its time for you to die!" The demon appeared infront of Steve. "My name is Herobrine." he said. As Herobrine unsheathed his weapon steve charged at the monster.
Herobrine was fast. He swung his blade at Steve knocking him back. Steve quickly ate a god apple and took a speed potion and charged at the demon swinging his sword faster and faster each hit. But yet the attacks seemed to do little to nothing to Herobrine.
Herobrine laughed as he felt the sword pass through him. "Like I said Steve. No one survives!" he said as he laughed.
Steve flead from Herobrine but yet was unable to as he teleported and multiplied everywhere. It was like a nightmare.
A horrible nightmare.
Steve tried to wake up but wasn't able to as for this was not a dream.

Steve gave it his all to defeat Herobrine, but nothing seemed to work.
Close to death steve heard a teleporting sound. A Enderman popped up out of no where and struck Herobrine with full force. Herobrine was sent flying into a mountain. As Herobrine emerged from the gapping hole in the mountain he screamed in bloodlust.
Herobrine charged the enderman but was too slow. The enderman teleported behind him and bashed him into the ground.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY THE LIKES OF YOU!" Herobrine screamed as he was rocketing at the enderman.
Herobrine struck the enderman with increadible force sending the enderman flying into the sky. Steve could see nothing but a glowing light as herobrine floated panting from anger. Steve saw his chance to attack Herobrine. As steve's sword pierced through Herobrine's body he gasped in disbelief.

"But I am a god" Herobrine said in tears. Herobrine fell to the ground gasping for air. He told Steve he was now the last one in the world.
He killed everyone off from his cruel game.
Steve removed his sword from Herobrine's chest and walked away. "You are no god." Steve said. "You are nothing but a monster".

Steve walked back to his tiny village and built a grave for his mother and father.
"I will miss you both." Steve said as he fell in tears.
He built another grave for his sister Alex.

Steve was saddened as he got up.
"Am I really the last one?" steve whispered to himself. He went into his hut and gathered tons of supplies and set off to find any sign of survivers from Herobrine's attack.

This is how his story ends,
and this is where his legend begins.

The end.