Herobrine

Bewilderment

In a room in apartment 608 of Shenanigan Street, dimly lit by light coming from none other than the one projected from a PC layer, sat a boy. He is Irish, perhaps. Or even Finnish. Nobody knows for sure, since nobody really cared.
In this story, his real name is unknown, but in the internet he is known as the HX00r-MCR. Unlike any other player we encountered, Mr. HX00r here is a great hacker by nature, and he likes Minecraft. Minecraft is all there is for him. He knew and remembered all of the crafting recipes. He knew Mojang's plans early and quickly distributed it in his account to inform other players of the newfound discovery. He types very quickly - quicker than most players I know of - and he is well-known. One is for his ability to gather so much information, and the other is none other than the starter of the rumors of Herobrine.
He saw the ghost of Minecraft some years ago when he was a newbie, playing and minding no business to others when somehow he saw another player in the distance, eyes blank. We readers do not need to know the rest of the story now, do we? For short, he was mocked and teased for the cheesy hacks that he made. Most people coming to his blog is just to either call him names or a famous-wannabe Minecraft fan. He endured it constantly, but for today, Fourth of May, as people say 'May the Fourth be with you', he decided to pray for the Force to truly be with him.
Because today he is going to make a change for the world to see.
Today, he will breach into Mojang's data.
Today, he will prove to the world.
"Mojang hides something." He typed down, eyes locked on the bright blue screen as his hands move at incredible speed, assessing the binaries moving across the screen pouring down like a green waterfall.
"I will show them. I will show them Herobrine exists."
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Steve made his way to the barn, carrying 7 buckets at his disposal. Today, Joe is going to come over to the village to get a woman he likes some treats, of course, to woo her, and that does not exclude cakes. He placed the buckets on his hand and use the other to see a list of things he should get for an express baking.

"Let's see... 5 buckets of milk, a hay bale, and all the eggs in the barn." he nodded to himself, somewhat proud, and went to the cow pen to collect himself some milk, then comes the eggs, and the hay.

When he returned to the small home, Joe is already there, heating up the furnace with coal and kneaded some dough in a bowl. There are already some sets of meals such as bread and cooked potatoes and fresh cooked fish in there, along with wooden bowls and a large cloth where they will sit on eventually. Steve set three buckets on the counter, and some eggs in another wooden bowl beside it.

"What do I do with the remaining two buckets?"

"Hmm... I can't drink milk, of course. Matilda will be angry if I get full in our picnic. You know. Disrespecting women in dating or stuff like that." Joe said, adding the milk to the dough and cracked an egg open. "Churn them for butter, I guess? It's tastier to fry things with butter instead of animal oil."

"I can admit, butter makes most things tasty." Steve chuckled. "Other than sea water, I think."

"I can see that." Joe poured the dough into a bucket and placed it into the furnace. "Anyway, did you feed Thomas?"

"Yes, I fed your horse." Steve plopped himself on the dining chair, wiping his forehead with a napkin. "I would get myself a steed if I happen to have another saddle."

"I'll get one for you when I get back from the village. I got enough emeralds to spend on another, and I don't mind."

"Geez, sorry for trying to keep taking care of me, Joe."