Andr the Enderwoman

Andr the Enderwoman

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You're a Minecrafter, right? Why else would you read this? You take the place of your player character, Steve, but their real name is your name. To make things easier, I named them Kenzo, because you as the reader sadly can't change the story; it just makes writing it so much easier. This story is an adaptation of a Mob Talker visual novel, made by TheAbner. I liked his story, but in my opinion, all it needed was some fine polishing: ten months later, it's finished. Forward hint, your character is playing in a modded world without them knowing. Awards for tags... I guess? How did we get here? - #1 for Mobtalker [15-03-23] (I mean, 1 out of 129 is great, but there's not much competition, so it feels undeserved.)
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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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