Diary of a Minecraft Alex (With Pictures!)

Monday- Afternoon

Dear family of papers,

I woke up this morning to a knock on my door. I thought I knew who it might be.

"Go away, Steve!" I called from my bed.

"But I brought breakfast!" he replied. "It's pumpkin pie! Completely vegetarian."

I admit, he had my interest. I opened the door. "Come in then."

Steve and Molly came in. Steve sat at my table, and Molly sniffed Nosey, Rosy, and Posey. Nosey sniffed her back.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about the pigs," Steve said.

"No."

"Okay. So you eat breakfast while I tell you a story. Deal?" he offered.

"Deal," I said, taking the pie.

"Long ago, before there were any villages in this area, there was a bad man. He ran around at night with the zombies and the skeletons. The hostile mobs were his friends. They killed whatever animals they could find. They burned down the forests."

"What was his name?" I asked with my mouth full of pie.

"Herobrine," Steve said. "But his terrible behavior didn't last for long. A few rangers heard about him and came around to confront him. Herobrine refused to listen. Eventually, the other villages got too big though, and villagers began moving into Herobrine's territory. He didn't like this and went with his zombie friends to kill them. But the rangers were waiting with their bows and arrows. They killed all the zombies first."

"Cool." I liked this story.

"Without his zombies, Herobrine finally left. But not before putting a curse on the land. At midnight during the full moon, he created a terrible spell and cast it on all the villages."

"What was it?"

"No one knew. But I was able to find his old cave. There were books and empty potion bottles everywhere. The oldest, blackest book was open to a page that said 'Zombie Apocalypse.'"

I didn't say anything.

"That's why I want your help," Steve explained. "I think we need to protect the local villagers. If there are ever zombies in that area again, we could be in big trouble."

I still didn't say anything. The pie was finished.

"Well?" Steve asked. "What do you think?"

"I don't believe you. Besides, zombies are easy to kill. I'm sure the villagers can take care of themselves. Now, if it were zombie pigmen..." I stopped, not wanting to think about the pigmen.

"That's it then? You won't help?"

"Not if it means moving even closer to the village and acting as guards for them."

Steve sighed, sounding a lot like a villager. He tried one more time. "Outside, I saw you were building a fence. Can I at least have some fence pieces to put around the village? So the zombies can't get in?"

"The zombies aren't going to get in! And no, I chopped down those trees and built the fence for my pigs. Thank you for the pie, Steve, but I'm not a zombie hunter. And I don't like those villagers."

Steve looked sad. He stood up to leave. "Fine. But if you change your mind, I live just over the hill to the south. By the frozen waterfall. You can find me there."

"Okay," I said, never, ever planning on visiting Steve. "Bye, Steve. Bye, Molly."

And they were gone.

Can you believe him? Inventing some crazy legend to get me to help him and trying to take my fence pieces? I knew you couldn't trust people with anything. That's why I'm better off alone.

Just me and my pigs.

Alex