I did so mich today. By that, I mean I did so much in Minecraft. I finished the second floor to my house. I built the Chamber of the Dark Arts. The enchanting room. And I made my cow farm. But unlike every other Minecraft player, when they have to many cows in their pen they kill off most of the cows and leave a few alive. Me? No no no. I don't kill any cows. I make their pen bigger. And for those that escape and I can't get back into their pen, I kill them, which is only one for every three remakes of the cow pen. And I was going to make two cow pens, but to do that I needed the cows out of the way, so I tore down one of the walls pf my house and let them in. Twenty or so cows slowly came into my home, and that let me able to make a second pen. But I got off track when a saw my enchanting table and so I started on the Chamber of the Dark Arts. After about half an hour I went back to my house to see only six cows. I looked for a little while and remembered that if an animal can move more than 20 blocks in any direction they disappear. And so I hurried the six remaining cows, which included Jefry and Bessie. My first two cows. And so now I have three cows. Three of the cows were blown up by a Creeper. Luckily Jefry and Bessie lived. I am almost close to traveling to the End and slaying the Ender Dragon. But knowing me what comes first is my town. Surviving second. But if it involves my cows, they go first. Same as the people around me, I'm not calling anyone a cow, but if it involves someone that I can help, I will drop everything I'm doing and go to help that person. No matter the cost.
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
