Herobrine's Message.

I Spawn

Steve walked over to the yellowish chest and creaked it open. Steve winced at how loud it was. He searched the cramped chest for something that might be of value.
" A stick, no, a book, maybe I'll read that, ah ha! This looks like a sword of some description and value. Looks to be made out of stone."
And at that he slammed the chest shut and left down the hill.

After about 3 hours it had started tro get dark and Steve started running to the trees. He later found out that that wasn't the smartest idea he had. A skeleton let loose an arrow and it hit Steve in the pinkie finger. "AGHGHGHGH!" he cried yanking the projectile out. Luckily for Steve an OP was passing by, "Wait what?!" he said to himself and rushed to where the scream was.

"HELP? ANYONE?!" Steve cried. The OP had reached him just as he had said that. "Here" he said "Eat this," chucking a shining gold-coloured apple. "An enchanted golden apple heals you a lot," the OP said to Steve as he killed his 13th Creeper. "Th-Thanks," stammered Steve marvelling at his fighting skills. "I-I'm St-teve," said Steve. "I know" said the OP smiling killing his probably 135th Zombie.