Hello. My name is Steve. I live in a world called Minecraft. It is very lonely here. It wasn't that lonely once. Let me tell you the story of why I am so lonely....

Chapter 1
     Let me tell you a normal day in Minecraft. I was in a town called "World47" and there was other players there to. It was singleplayer. World 47 has about 50,000 people in it. There were no hostile mobs in here.I am one of them. Everyone had different skins. People just wanted to be different, like I did, so I changed my skin. Not to Steve, but to something else. See, our skin had to be what our work is. The different work areas are: wood gatherers, miners, miner helpers, builders, redstone experts, farmers, crafters, firefighters, policemen, and students. I am a wood gatherer. I am going to explain to you what these jobs are.

Wood Gatherers
As the title says, these people gather wood. We gather all types of wood. We also plant new trees. We gather it for the firefighters and builders. They use axes and their hands. We usually use diamond axes.

Miners
They mine ores, from coal to diamond, and other important blocks. They have full diamond armor and another emergency set. They go with moner helpers, which I will explain later. They give their ores to the crafters, which I will also explain later.

Miner Helpers
They find ores (with no mods) for the miners. They tell miners where bedrock is and where lava is. Players have died doing this job, but they luckily respawn. They get Iron armor, with an extra set of leather armor. 

Builders
They build houses and buildings. They communicate with the redstone helpers (I will explain later), crafters, and miners.

Redstone Experts
They love restone. They know how redstone and command blocks work and they always help the builders.

Farmers
They plant flowers and bushes, and plant food and sell it to the supermarket.

Crafters
They craft everything that the miners, traders, and builders need. 

Firefighters
They fight fires. There is nothing that much about it.

Policemen
They break up fights and stop griefers and bad people.

Students
They are children and teenagers that learn, obviously. They have two choices: the public school or the private school.

A normal day is where everyone eats breakfast, then goes to work, and then has fun after work, and then they go home, eat dinner, and then have another activity before bed. It was a great world untill somebody is born...

Chapter 2
     One day, a woman, Katie, went into labor and had a baby boy that she named Hero Brine. Hero cried every day until he was a child. He refused to go to school. I remember the story Katie told me. Katie said, "Hero, you have to go to school. What do you want to be when you grow up?" Hero replied, "I want to be a villain!" "Oh, honey," Katie said. "You can't be a villain. You can be a policeman." "I don't wanna be a policeman!" Hero said as he stormed outside. Just as he did, the bus came to pick him up. Katie followed him. "Hero!" she said. "Get on the bus! Now!" "No," Hero said as he ran away from her. She worried all day. After school was over, Hero returned with brusies all over him. "Hero!" Katie cried. "What have you been doing? Got into a fight?" "Yes," Hero replied. Every day, Hero didn't go to school. Instead, he hung out with the trollers and thugs and got into fights. Every day, Katie saw less bruises on Hero. "Are you getting into less fights," Katie said. "No, my skin just can withstand bruises more now." Hero replied with a sinister smile.
     Everyone just went on their normal days, except they were afraid of Hero. What a name he has. Hero. It's supposed to mean good things, but he is just the opposite.
     I have met Hero before. Many times. I have met him and a group of guys in the forrest. He is never nice to anyone. I offered him a job, but he refused. He set fires in the forest every week, so we, unfortunatly, have to have firefighters with us. He is not nice. I wish he could be nicer. When he was a teenager, the same things happened, but more horribly. He began setting fires every where. The policemen couldn't catch him at all. If they did, he would somehow magically escape. One day, while night time in the city, someone attacked Hero. They only got his pupils. Hero now had white eyes. Then he became an adult. That's when everything began to tumble apart.

Chapter 3
     Hero Brine began to go as Herobrine. I was working getting some wood for a building that needed to be finished. Hero was up to no good, he was getting some stuff together. I heard his conversation. "How's it working?" Hero said. "Good," said another person Hero was working with. After work, I was at home when I heard a commotion outside. Everyone was screaming and running out of thier homes. I went to go outside, and there was this contraption, this HUGE contraption. "People, people." Hero said. "It's just me, Herobrine. I am here to take over World47 and all the other worlds. Stay calm and and don't move." Well, people ran, of course. I ran under my house and put obsidian I have gotten from builders. I got some food and the essentials. He destroyed my house and everyone elses, too. After I heard quietness, I came out. "Steve," Hero said with a grimace. "You're still here? Time to turn you into something. A Zombie? Bat? Slime? I don't know." "Wha-what do you mean?" I said as I backed away. "The creatures I've created. Zombies, Endermen, Zombie Pigmen, Slimes, Skeletons, Spiders, and Creepers. They're hostile. Do you know what hostile means? They can hurt you if they want. And they will. I've made it so you'll lose your stuff after you die. You can't win, Steve. Admit it." "Never!" I replied. I ran just as he was going to hit me with his ray. Everything was destroyed. The buildings, the houses, everything. I dug down and found some materials.
      There were endermen around me. Once I hit them, they started to hit me. I had no choice but to defend myself. I killed them. I got a lot of these "enderpearls". With them, I found a space underground with these things called, an "end portal." I put the pearls in there and it became black. Afriad of Hero, I jumped in. It took me to another demension, The End. There are so many endermen there. All I could think about that these were my friends, all turned into mobs, hostile and non-hostile. There was a dragon, the Enderdragon. I was walking backwards when I fell off.
     I woke up in what used to be the town square. "Well," Hero said. "Back from the End? Well, it's the end for you. There will be no people left, and you're the only one left in this world! It's time for you to be turned into a creeper! Then I'll be the only person alive, reaking havek to people who play this game! They'll won't be able to play as anything, just build things that I direct them to. It's your time to die, Steve!" "No!" I said as I ran. With some redstone and blocks I found, I had a plan. I made a command block. Back then, poeple could see what you were typing. I saw Hero in the distance, and I smiled evily. "It's the end for you, Herobrine!" I said. "No!" he said as I started typing. Everything went into slow motion. I typed, "/ban Hero Brine forever" Just as I pressed enter, he flashed something on me. Then he disappeared. I looked down, and my skin was changed to the Steve skin. Forever. The chat said, "Hero Brine banned from Minecraft forever." I was so happy.

Chapter 4
     I looked around. It was still daytime, but there a creeper that came toward me. I heard a sizzle, and then it started to go all wierd shape, and the next thing I know, I have been blown away and pieces of dirt was on the ground, leaving a hole. In its place was two gunpowder. I knew it was my Kyle, my friend. I was devestated. I knew how to build, but I was going sleep by a campfire. I was going to start replanting trees and fixing the destruction Herobrine has done. I had just started a fire when I heard noises. A skeleton shot me. I pulled the arrow out, and all the hostile mobs tried to get me. They all came after me because I am the last player in the world. I hid in a hole in the ground until daylight. That's when the skeletons and zombies burn, spiders go back into caves, and endermen go back to The End. I started planting trees and using bones from burnt skeletons to make bonemeal to grow the trees. I fixed up the land. That's when Minecraft began.
     The player started to make me survive. Well, I know the player and I connect. We both know what to do. I knocked down trees, built a house, and mined. I have to kill these mobs to survive. I don't want to. I went up to a bunch of houses that I didn't build one day. There were these villagers who were planting things. I knew these were my friends. I tried to trade with them, but I didn't have anything to trade with.



That is my story. I know Herobrine will get unbanned and wreak havok onto Minecraft one day, but there are many barriers he has to jump through. There is only me in this lonely world now. I wish I could have some company. I know there will be. Soon.




The End