Rise if the Spider-jockey (Part 3)

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Another way

I don't think I respawned as anything my world knew. My technological advanced soul could now control something know to us as the P.C. Since I was part of a video game, using the computer was came to me like an instinct. Immediately I logged on to Minecraft and chose the world I lived in. I went into the computer system, and there it was. The Steve could be eliminated forever.

Choices

I returned to the world, once again the spider part of a spider-jockey. "Great to be back, isn't it Hollow-bones?" I said. There was no answer, "Good, you're still the same." I ran through the woods to the forest battle field. Everyone was standing just where I left them. I ran out to the center of the plain. "Stop!" yelled out Hollow-bones. I had never been that surprised. Everyone else turned to look. "We shall not kill the Steve." I said, "He is a one and only, just like me. He only tried to kill us because that's what he was programmed to." Steve watched, surprised. I don't think he knew that we could talk. "I reprogrammed him, now his goal is build." I told everyone. I slowly approached Steve, "You have a choice. To go to our dungeon for the rest of you filthy life, or you can be like the rest of us and teach us more about the Minecraft."

A new beginning at the end

I guess this is a new start for all of us on this world. In the very beginning, we had to figure out our purposes. Things would be the same forever in Minecraft, if it weren't for one simple idea to change everything. Steve did join us, and he taught us everything he knew. I hope my legacy carries on for many years to come. My world will sustain much farther than any world before. This is just one world of so many. There always a new beginning at every end.

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Inspired by ALEXIS1003001

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 14, 2014 ⏰

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