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The Origin Of Steve
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          In a peaceful world made up of blocks, where cows moo'd and wolves barked, came a mysterious player named "Steve". He spawned in a calm and peaceful forest where flowers bloomed every where. Confused and lost, he woke up and saw a world made up of blocks. He walked throught the land trying to find new players and civilizations. Steve walked, and walked, ran and ran until he finally arrived at a village. The blacksmith of the village saw the tired player and brought him into the building and taught him how to craft. After he was taught how to craft he left the village, but before he did the blacksmith waved good bye and wished steve luck on his journey. On his seventh day of Minecraft he was on his own. He crafted basic tools like a wooden pickaxe, sword, and an axe. He mined searching for stone and coal to make a furnace and cook his raw food the blacksmith gave him along the way. As he embarked on his journey to find coal, he found some iron along the way. With the left over stone he picked up, he made a small basic house and kept expanding it along the way. As soon as the shadows of the murky forest began to rise, steve knew what he was up agiants. It all became a part of his typical rutine until this one night changed his entire life.

          Steve had just crafted his armor chestplate one night and wanted gun powder to mine with tnt. He took his iron sword with him to slay Creepers to their doom. He stepped outside of his doors and brought his dog with him. He climbed the massive mountians were many would not survive trying to climb it. Behind the mountian he had found monster paradise. He refered the name to this area because lots of mobs would typically spawn there, anyway once he slid down the mountian he hid behind a tree and mostly shot Creepers for the needed gun powder. Little did he know an army of skeletons were behind him. Once he got shot with an arrow, he knew his chest plate and his iron sword wouldn't be much help for him. He  was so worried that he quickly bolted to his house for safety. Once he got a quick look of his house, there were many Creeper waiting for him to arrive. Some how the skeletons and creepers had manage to trick steve as if they were planning this all week long. He skeletons arrows pushed him foward to his house as the creepers moved closer. The creepers then fused and blew up his house and him. Before he knew it everything he had worked for had been lost. He spawned back in the forest, then he let it sink in his mind. He was lonely and depressed. He didn't know what to do until he looked over to the plains biome and saw a player called "Alex". She saw him and quickly ran to him. The sun was rising and steve knew it was a begging of a brand new day, a brand new life. The story doesn't end there. Minecraft is full of Steves, belive it or not. Some created amazing structures like massive castles, majestic roller coasters, deep underwater cities, marvelous landscapes, etc. Others share their Minecraft expirience with their friends. This story is endless, but the most important part is that the story begins with you.