It was upside down and inside out for Overin. Each day was another misery. If this was a war, then the world would be winning.
After exploring, he would come home to a creeper crater. His crops would be gone, leaving dirt behind. And sometimes, the ground would disappear beneath him, causing him to almost die!
Having adapted to this don't-build-a- home-steal-from-villagers-and-keep running-from-crumbling-ground method, he mostly, as the method said, stole from villagers.
His trades were unfair.
He couldn't afford the expensive stuff.
He'd steal from the chests.
Nothing good came out of it.
He'd steal their crops.
They didn't seem to mind.
But in return, he'd guard the village from zombies and other mobs, with nobody asking, because he was too kindhearted.
He didn't kill animals.
It didn't seem right.
He hated the monsters.
Nightmares.
His nightmares would grow worse.
The world shatters.
This day was like no other. But this time he was too late.
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FanfictionOverin has lived alone in Minecraft for a long time... He stopped counting the years since it made him feel empty and cold. Life has become one big joke. His house keeps getting blown up, and his items keep getting stolen. Sometimes, the ground brea...
