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The Tale Of Steve

A long time ago the land of Minecraftia was filled with many people. That was before the tragic outbreak of mobs, and after all this one man had survived. His name, is Steve. Here is his story.

Steve was out gathering wood and some basic supplies, then he would then go to the town to sell what he had gathered. He hopped back on his horse and loaded up his resources, and headed to town. As Steve was riding his wife, Kat , was preparing dinner for Steve and their kids. Like always the town gurads would come by Steve's home and say hello, and the kids would run and hug them. But today, Kat saw the gurads, but they were acting differently than normal. They were rushing down to the edge of the town. Kat walked outside and stopped a guard. She asked him, "Sir, where are all the guards rushing off to?" "Please, go back in your home." He replied. So, Kat went back inside and went into their basement and started to smelt some ores.

"Halt! You there off your horse now!" Steve got off his horse as he was confronted by a guard. Steve was frightened, he was about to ask why but the guards had tied hime up and dragged hime back to their town. He was then escorted to the town hall with all the other members of the town. The king of the town announced," People calm down calm down. these mobs are friendly and will help us defend our town. We have the Slime, the Silverfish, the Wizard and many more." Little did they know this would lead to the fall of Minecraftia.

After a few weeks of normal work things started to change. Zombies were appearing eveywhere. On the night of January 4 it all changed. Steve was finishing smelting his ores as a guard banged on his door. Asuming it was just some town punk, he didnt answer. The door fell to the ground and he heard many footsteps upstairs. He heard his wife scream and his kids scream right after. Steve ran out of his basement and ran out the door. He knew what had happend, he climbed to the roof of his house and looked over his town. Fires were raging all across his town, zombies everywhere. He leaped acrosse the rooftops to the blacksmith. It was burning, but Steve managed to grab gear. He had a very rusted sword and dusty iron armor. An arrow flew past his face, then a potion. The wizard had turned into a Witch, the archers, now skeletons. The "friendly" mobs that they had brought in, had been corrupted. Steve was one of the only ones left. He made it to the town hall, the knights were all dead, The mayor had been spared, thats what Steve had thought. The mayor turned around, dressed exaclty like Steve. His eyes were pure white, staring at Steve."Herobrine is apon us the age of Herobrine is near, all I need is you Steve." Steve drew his sword and jumped at Herobrine. Herobrine's eyes flashed and Steve was sent flying as an explosion had destroyed all humans and his town. The mobs however, had survived, and Steve was the only human left. For Now.....