Craft ON! 10,000 volts of pro to achieving God-Status when Minecraft turn real!

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"Wh.. what's going on??"

His face was just about as pale as his stage persona. He stared in the mirror with somewhat wide eyes. His hands shook and his head spun. Was that what it was like walking after 32 hours? Would seeing sunlight again be just as bad? Was it even day?

Last time he resurfaced, it sure was. Ace straightened his tank top straps and took a deep breath. He reached for the soap. Every joint in his arm cracked... except his fingers. Ace washed his face with dish soap. Getting up really shocked him.

Ace's eyes widened. He was actually a semi-regular dude in a band called Kiss. The year was 2081. Humanity now had flying cars and casual space shuttles and a cure for tinnitus. He swung out of bed and got ready for band rehearsal.

Ace dragged himself into the bathroom and proceeded to wash his face with dish soap and hand sanitizer. A little got in his eye but he figured he'd cry it out. He tip-toed downstairs and proceeded to get something to eat.

Ace went to bed that night and rolled around. Sweat poured down his face. There was that stupid dream again...

"Ace Frehley, I've been waiting."

If you're familiar with Minecraft animations, you'd know what style this is in. Ace's blocky eyes widened and he looked at his chunky hands. In one, a diamond sword and the other a shield. He looked up and frowned.

The ender dragon and his army of creepers stood on the obsidian platform under the end of the world. Ace got in battle stance. He backflipped over the dragon, doing an upside down splits flawlessly and hitting him with his sword.

The shield broke and the dragon's tail pierced it. Ace let out a gasp before before slung out of the air by the dragon. He hit the ground.

"I.. I can't lose!"

Blood streamed down form his lip. He got up and dusted himself off. "No." He said sternly. "Time 2 die LOSR!!!11!1!1!1!!!"

He ran at the dragon screaming and an explosion bigger than the nether let loose. Ace woke up. Ace sat up but didn't say anything to the other band members because true badasses never speak.

However, he knew one thing...

He was set for success.

Two years passed. Ace invented Minecraft because why not. He sat in front of his keyboard. One thing he'd never done?-He watched his pathetic ugly stinky Minecraft character die and the message lol loser pop up on the screen.

He pounded his white clenched fist against the desk. Dorito crumbs spilled off.-beat his own game. Ace growled and pounded the table again. Paul Stanley opened the door. "Ace?" He said softly. "Bro, I'm really worried about you."

"Paul, you would never believe it. I acquired the proper amount of the in game item, ender eyes. It was quite difficult and now it is in fact very much so because I have lost them all."

"Could you say that a little slower?"

Ace leaned back. He stared at the sky with sunken in eyes.

"I think I understand." Paul shrugged. "Whatever, have fun. Gene and I are going out to Walmart."

Ace nodded. Paul shut the door. Ace ground his teeth so hard power and sparks flew out of his mouth. He slammed his hands on the keyboard again, wearing an expression of pure, undeniable focus.

Paul brought down more chips later that day. Ace screamed incomprehensible due to his anger. "Hey Ace, we're going out drinking but I figured you wouldn't get off Minecraft so a good friend of mine is coming instead." Paul shrugged. Ace pounded his fist on on the left mouse button multiple, rapid times.

Paul waved and shut the door.

"One day... they'll know my greatness." Ace squinted. "One day..."

Ace slammed his forehead multiple times against the keyboard, resulting in his character dying again. He held back tears and sniffled. The dorito crumbs on his mouth flew into his nose. It had happened to many times for him to truly be phased.

He held back tears as he returned to playing again. If it wasn't a creeper, it was a hoard of zombies. Ace ground his teeth. He then lurched out of his seat and stumbled with unusually tense legs. He shook his fists and screamed at the sky, letting it all out like a bird from its cage.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!'

(Seriously, what happened to Ace really sucks. This isn't a strike at him just a satire. Ace is honestly great.)