Hey PMC, its NB here, and this week I'm gonna be doing something... not really planned i guess you could say, well this week I'm writing my own short story about Steve of Minecraftia. Minecraftia is a wonderful place of pigs cows and the occasional chicken, where wonders happen that defy physics and gravity, like stone being able to be placed in the air without it falling hard on your head, being able to travel through dimensions, and being able to destroy worlds with a single click. But like all places, Minecraftia has a dark side, and by dark side i mean giant green penises that come out at night and blow shit up with TNT built into their FRIGGIN STOMACHS. and its only human inhabitant is a man called Steve. Steve is a lonely man, who's sole purpose in life is to mine, and mine, and mine. His life at first glance seems boring, and meaningless, but when you really see him in action, he is truly a mighty warrior. The giant green penises tremble in his gaze, where even the mighty Enderman flee when he emerges into the dark, Skeletal archers are no match for his pure awesomeness, he is truly a force to be reckoned with. But it wasn't always that way, for once his skills as a swordsman where just above shocking, and he didn't even know how to make a simple bow and arrow to fight off the ever increasing horde of zombies, his house was a filthy speck on the gorgeous landscape of Minecraftia. He constantly found himself dying over and over again, for one thing i did not mention. Steve is cursed to infinitely walk the landscape, mining and mining, slaying and slaying. Some say his life is pointless, some say we should just ignore his story and pass it off as a legend, but i think that he is worthy of a mighty cinematic that would put Micheal Bay's movies to shame, but everyone i spoke to couldn't be stuffed so its up to me to put his name in lights... again.

Hope you enjoy the series!
(side note, tell me if i spelled anything incorrectly or you think something needs changing)