A True Story


One day while i was playing minecraft i found a server that looked pretty cool so i joined it. the server looked pretty nice for i decided to keep it on my server list. I quickly ran far away from spawn because griefing and killing was aloud. When i thought that i was far away enough from spawn i collected some wood.


I turned the wood into wooden planks, sticks, a crafting table, and a full set of wooden tools. after i had lots of wooden planks and some tools i picked up my crafting bench and dug striaght down. Once i was pretty far from the surface I then started to make my underground house. i made it 16x36x4 square blocks big.


After i was finished i realized my hunger bar was almost empty so i set home at my house and teleported back to spawn to collect some food. When i got to spawn i saw a guy floating in the air so i assumed he was an op. I said hello then back to me all he said was "i dont like you" so i just walked away.


Then i realized the op was following me vand carrying some creeper eggs. so i said to him "why are you following me?" then all of a sudden he spawns about 50 creepers. then i gte chased for a while by creepers near spawn. well i guess this one guy was a griefer and didnt see the creepers so he charged at me not realizing that the creepers are chasing him.


So i just stop and so does he then he blows up by the massive creeper hoard. When the owner got on about 2 hours later i told him about the op and him spawning a bunch of creepers.... the op kept saying it was because i was spawn killing which i didnt do but the owner believed the op so i got banned.


The End


Moral of the story is some owners and admins on servers are just retarded.