This is my story for : http://www.planetminecraft.com/forums/endercat-writing-contest-sub-special-t426802.html


HERE WE GO!:

Part 1: The Perfect Day

It was a bright day, the sun rolling down the plains, the clouds touching the looming earthern mountaintops. It was the type of day, only found in stories, which fits perfectly, as it is a story I am about to tell.

On this day a certain Crafter was lying in wait, as if his only mission in the world was to catch and kill his prey. Under normal circumstances, this would have been ok. But considering that this particular crafter was not catching a pig, no no a pig is much to easy, he'd turned to catching people.

He was lying in wait, with this horrid and twisted mindset outside a small town called Squid Bay.

Part 2: Bob

Life in Squid Bay was dull. It was as dull as a plastic sword. My god it was so boring, it was like even the creepers were too bored to explode there. These were the views of a young man by the name of Bob.

Now Bob was going about his usual routine (gathering to pull himself out of bed as if he and the bed were magnetically bound, go to the farm and tediously pick wheat, go into that one cave only to be too afraid of what might lurk in the infinite void that is darkness)
untill he overheard his neighbour Jim talking to his other neighbour, the one he didn't know the name of who always had a creepy smile plastered to his forgettable face. He knew he owned a brewery though. A quaint little place. It's a wonder he's still around, it gets used so little.

"Didn't you hear, people have been going missing they say the kidnapper can go invisible at will and give himself the strength of 10 iron golems... they say" Jim whispered as if the ground had ears "they say he's a demon. They call him the Shrouded Man"

This was all Bob needed to hear so many thoughts were racing through his head, what shall I do? Nothing has ever happened here before, who is this demon? Finally something was happening, and he heard his calling.

Part 3: Demons

In the secluded darkness of a cave, a certain Crafter began muttering to himself, a byproduct of a deep and rooted madness. "Those silly crafterers we destroy them, they think we are demon?" the Crafter said in a aggressive but also inquisitive way, as if unsure as to which emotion he was feeling "They are demon! After what they did they are demon!" the Crafter screeched as if in immense and searing pain.

"They are demon!

"They are demon!"


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