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So, here is Steve. Walking around at night time.

He spots a creeper.

He hugs the creeper.

He gets explosion.

He dies.

"YOLO I AM IMMORTAL," he says.

He went back in his house and went out to mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

"Oh, gee. It sure is boring around here," he says.

He finds a dungeon.

But then he had to poo.

He walks slowly.

It reaches him night time to get to his house.

He poops.

He suffers from constipation.

His butt is itchy everyday.

This is the best part...

He suffers from constipation...

Because he poops, hard, sharp, brown stained clay.

He is done.

Next he mines.

Mining again.

Then he sleeps in the mine.

Monsters see him in the bed.

They sleep with him in the bed.

No worries, it's all innocence. M'kay.

Next he wakes up.

He feeds skeletons bones.

He feeds zombies rotten flesh.

He feeds spiders spider eyes.

He feeds creepers gunpowder.

His teachings are from Notch, the god of Minecraft and cannibalism.

The next day he builds a tower.

"Wee," he says.

Then he fell and died.

THE END