Finbar

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*Why did I make a replica of my house?* I thought as I ran. I knew, for some strange reason, that Mark and Sabrina took part in the world pixelation too. I could clearly picture Mark, running at full speed to get to Sabrina's house as she ran onto her driveway. I couldn't think too much about this now. Between the disappearing people, pixels, and a small gang of creepers chasing me, I had my hands a bit tied. Just a bit. "Stupid, stupid creepers! Notch had to create them! Why couldn't he had made a pig the first time, successfully!?" I yelled over my shoulder. The creepers hissed in reply. Beads if swear appeared above my brow, and I wiped them in my hurry. My legs cramped, and a sad thought popped into my mind. What if I just... Give up? I can. No one said I couldn't... No. I will not die in a video game! I could see my grave and people smirking at it now. My blood was hot, and teeth clenched. I knew I could not to lose these creepers. Then I saw a hole in the ground. It must be a glitch, because that wasn't there before. It looked bottomless, but I didn't want to take my chances and peek. I suddenly got an idea. I jumped over the hole, and the creepers didn't see it. They fell in, hissing until there was nothing but death awaiting them. I had a feeling I should go to Sabrina's house, since it was close, and that's where Mark and Sabrina were. So I did the logical thing to do. I ran.

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