Something gray started swirling around Herobrine. Music pounded in my brain. Bom bom bom bom ba bom bom ba bom. Pillars of the stuff that had surrounded Herobrine launched at us. It felt like dust. It formed a sort of web. I cackled a soft laugh as my arm reached up and snapped the web. “Take that, Herobrine!!!” I yelled. My mouth shut as fast as it could. The strands had solidified and was now sucking my air supply. I- I- I can’t… breathe…...
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The guy with seriously weird eyes landed in front of us. “Herobrine,” Fred whispered. I pulled out my diamond sword. “Can we call him ‘Dead-obrine’ soon?” I asked. Herobrine stretched out his hand. I didn’t exactly know what happened after that, but we stumbled and tripped as hunger gripped us. “Hey, Chew-Chew, toss us apples!!!” That was probably Mark saying that. “Fine man, take some, but my name is Jake. My...
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I was swinging my swords everywhere. A slash there, another one there, Withers everywhere cowering in pain. I whipped out TNT and flint & steel. TNT going BOOM, 50 XP dropping to the ground. Withers falling towards the ground, activating their armor points. I heard someone follow me into the field of battle. Actually, everyone. All gathered into a fighting force of 8 users, including me. We all took a Wither and tortured it. Dodging Wither skulls, ouch to a...
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Yeah. I did see someone get hit. With a black skull. Mark. And he died. Popped like a bubble and left his inventory lying on End Stone. I’m dodging Wither skulls as I write this in my mind. Did he actually… die? Is he actually dead, or did he just respawn in the woods? Anyway, Fred rushed over to Mark’s item’s. I can remember him saying: ‘Got it, little bro‘ not too long ago. Fred saw his brother get struck down by a skull that was...
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The group of boss mobs flew toward us. We scattered. A hole appeared in the ground. The Ender Dragon crushed it’s face into the back of the Wither in front of it. About five of them detached from the main fighting force and KILLED the ENDER DRAGON IN FIVE SECONDS. I AM NOT JOKING. OH… POOP. THE ENDER DRAGON DIDN’T DROP THAT FAMED 12,000 XP. “We’re so dead,” I said, face-palming. Fred raised both of his eyebrows. “What did you...
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