MineCraft High
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Last published Sun, Aug 14, 2016
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This is story I wrote when I was 14/15. It definitely reads like it. More importantly, my understanding of consent and manipulation etc wasn't great, so please note that any chapters with a sexual content warning also require a potential non-con tw.
"He must be... no, not possible. Mother said he wasn't but Notch is. And Notch is never far from... Herobrine. A friend of my family's evil son. Know to me as a child as the King of Mean as addressed by both his brothers. I've never had the "pleasure" meet him until now. He really is an ass. This is going to suck. Being the middle between Good and Evil. After all, I am Equal, which is what my name means in Latin. This is going to be a tough year."
*Students include mobs of peaceful and hostile kinds, Herobrine, Notch, players of my own creation, villagers, Steve and of course Aequals(a name I "borrowed" from Annie aka TheSingleWriter).*
Contains mature themes, including swears, vio-lence and of course-ity-course-course, sex.
Also, I don't own the picture on the cover.
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