My Annoying Creeper

My Annoying Creeper

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(Mobs are humans here lel) Meet Enderman, for short, Ender. Your typical kind of guy who always steal various kinds of blocks and always silent. His world is all plain boring. Except when he saw his fellow kind getting killed by players, or getting killed by Steve, the great hero of players and villagers. He can't stand the sight of murdered mobs in his life. He become depressed and alone since his kind was being eliminated for valuable things players can get from them. Until he met another mob, Creeper. She was a troublemaker at first but as their relationship got deeper, Ender found something interesting despite of her annoying side. Along their journey of friendship full of near-death events and secrets revealed, something blossomed. Feelings..
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The world of Minecraft has always been a dangerous place. Lava bubbles up from the earth or slowly crawls down rocky cliffs, pitfalls and caverns yawn in unexpected places in the earth, oceans stretch for miles and deserts scorch in the blazing sun. The mobs, however, are the greatest danger. They used to be peaceful, before the Players came. Strangers from lands no one understands, who think the whole world is a game. They kill, build, farm, dig and craft where they please, regardless of consequence or right. They slaughtered Endermen for their pearls, Creepers for their sparkpowder. They littered the earth with the bodies of the slain. And thus came the Zombies. The Skeletons. The ferocity that had grown for years in the hearts of every mob began to manifest, until most would attack a Player on sight. They had learned to fight for their lives or face their death at the tip of a Player's chosen weapon. But not all Players were the same. The mobs just didn't know that yet.

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