So, yeah. My bro, UndefinedMiner is the wierdest dude who ever played Minecraft. He hates my brilliant technology that, honestly would'a saved him countless times. He also wears blue sweaters with purple sweat pants, ugly as the Nether. Any-whoo, this mornin', he was screaming. Stupid thing echoed 'round my entire Castle. Scared the livin' daylight outta my cat, Fatpasta. He said he had had a bad dream. I asked him if he needed mommy to tuck him into bed. He punched me... It was hilarious.
Then he said there was this weird chick in his dream who was runnin' from Herobrine. My bro is real serious 'bout Mr. Brine. I think he's insane.
I responded, 'no wonder she's virgin!'
He punched me again... Still hilarious.
He finally gave up trying to tell me about this dream and went to check his inventory. I was halfway out the door when he yelled, "My stuff's gone!"
No wonder he doesn't have the balls to face mobs.
I backpedaled back to where he was standing with his inventory up. He was right, he lost everything... Including the enchanted books we found!
"You lost th' books?!" I exclaimed.
His voice cracked, and he finally mustered, "Not my fault! Blame Herobrine! Whatever happened wasn't a dream!"
"Where did'ja say this village was?" I asked.
"Uhm..." He closed his inventory and went to the map chest. He looked through the maps until he came to map number 75. Huh, I guess we do need that map....
"Here!" He pointed at a tiny grey mark at the edge of a desert.
It was at least a days journey north of the Pasta-Castle.
"We're never gonna get there by nightfall." I muttered.
"We could take the horses." He suggested.
"....Fine, but we aren't taking Lola. She's my prize horse and I don't want her getting hurt." I spat.
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Soul of Darkness, Eyes of White.
FanfictionWhen a mysterious player appears on Dumbpasta's and UndefinedMiner's server, Herobrine's threat becomes ever more apparent. Will this strange, uninvited player be the key to rid Herobrine, or is the server doomed?
