Life as Minecraft Items

Iron Ingot

The person that had mined me and smelted me was a huge noob. Talking to himself, he had said" I have no shovel! Let make iron one! " He plopped me on the crafting table with a stick under me. Then another stick below that one. A weird nose like a flame sounded, and I was a shovel. "YAY! I have a amazing iron shovel! He went outside and dug around. A player came out of the dark with diamond armor, and sliced the player. He picked me up and said "What a noob. I'll take good care of this" Was that bad or good? The noob  came out out of the house nearby and screamed "GIVE ME MY SHOVEL" The player holding me sliced him with the diamond sword, and went into the trees. He got on a horse and rode away. We soon made it to a huge house, and he put me in an item frame above the door. He always was nice and protected me. Sometimes a creeper exploded, but he came right over and picked me up, place down more obsidian, and put me back in the invincible item frame. My life was good and that's the end of my story.

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