The evening Stew Journalist, Darren51 with a controversial report. With me is nobody. I'm doing this all on a writable book. I was doing a story on an unknown cave system that opened up one day, in a near dead server. It has only 7 inhabitants at this point of time, 3 of them being me, my writer who stayed behind, and then the people of a town nearby. My writer is back in town and..that's odd, there's a chest here. It has a record in it. Titled 11..Huh. It seems to be in poor condition. Luckily i scrapped along my jukebox for audio purposes.

*Insertion of disc, it plays not music, but sound. The sounds of a man, in a cave, and someone, or something trailing him.*

Wait..wait..

*the disc ends, and all is silent*

No, no. I gotta go, now.

*the audio recording starts crackling, and a voice says "I'm here, Amongst the shadows. It's a shame really. A shame."*

Wh-who are-

*A sound of horribly disfigured bones cracking as well as limbs being torn ensues, with screams of terror and agony*

GAHH-kk..kh..*there are steps being taken, and then it is silent. later on, the writer comes down with two other townspeople, finding the remains*

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trickyboy21..Gah. Guys, we lost a journalist. There was a story he was doing, and..and he was killed. Brutally.
The writer quit, and is afraid for his life, and suddenly, it adds up. The first story i ever covered, mentioned herobrine. It was just a controversial fantasy at that point but now..we lost the miner, we lost a journalist and..hang on.
There's a note that came through the water system. Oh God. The writer's dead. But he left a few hours ago..how..
Herobrine. It'as all herobrine. Jazz! JAZZ! ALEX! ALEX!

Alex:-in distance- Yeah?

trickyboy21: Thank god. Dude, let's go to the station. they're up all night, it's got multiple people there, i'm scared.

Alex: You. Scared.

Trickyboy2!: It's him. He did it all, Jazz. And for some reason he's targeting us. Probably because we mentioned him. It's probably causing him trouble. Look, Let's just quit.

Alex: No! I worked hard at this. Very hard.

Trickyboy21: is it worth your life?

Alex: No, but my life isn't in danger.

Trickyboy21: A JOURNALIST DIED. And his writer's dead too. The Intern..people are dying,Jazz!
What do we do, huh?

AlexJazz: I..I don't know.

Trickyboy21: Look. We won't quit, let's just drop this topic. It never happened. It must be ignored. No more posting anything about him. Nope. No more. We are done. We'll do mining safety regulations and top 10 roller coasters, or great vacation trip prices.

AlexJazz: We aren't informational, Trick. We report the community of minecraft. The darker side that rears it's head in the full moon. We step up and report that. We risk our lives for that. It's not fun, but it must be done. We have seen some messed up things, and I..I don't want to have seen them but it was what it was. okay?

Trickyboy21: Okay. But.. what do we do? If e keep going, he'll take us out next.

AlexJazz: Well, we know he stays in the dark on servers, and usually away from people. but at day, he'll appear when your alone..Look, we immerse ourselves in busy server that doesn't crash, at least 20 people on at each time, all within eyesight. Yeah. crappy, but it'll work. We stay in a tavern all night, and don't stay from people at day. It's tiring, but it'll keep us alive.

Trickyboy21: Okay. Screw that. I'm dropping this. Night, Jazz.

AlexJazz: don't..don't leave me here!

Trickyboy21: come on then.

AlexJazz: To the station.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If ANYONE has any information or leads on Herobrine's location, please inform us. Sincerely, an unknown TES Writer. HA, take that, blank eyes.