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[Current track playing: C418 - Minecraft]

The opening credits start and list off a couple names, before the scene fades to a blue morning sky, overlooking the grassy plains of the Overworld. The plains are speckled with trees, mainly oak, and also a plethora of farm animals, from cows to sheep-- chickens to pigs. The camera then pans to a burly man laying underneath an oak tree, the man was 6 feet in height with tanned skin and dark brown hair + iconic beard (yes it is a beard, sorry smiley Steve believers), his clothing is mostly shades of blue apart from a brown belt lining his jeans, and his eyes soon open to be blue? Purple..? Blurple, to appease both parties.

Wake up.

The first thing he sees is a blue sky with white clouds, half-covered by dark green leaves held up by a brown wooden body. The first thing he feels is the rush of air entering his lungs once he takes a deep breath.. inhale, exhale- and the soft, slightly wet grass beneath his figure, tickling his arms and his hands, palms and fingers- and the warmth of the ascending sun's rays, fully showering his legs while creeping through gaps in the tree's shade, to his torso and face. The first thing he smells is a faint, lingering scent of fresh dew from a previous rain shower-- well that explains the wet grass. The first thing he hears is the wind, rustling through the tree branches above, the mooing of a healthy, well-rounded cow, and faint crunching as a herd of sheep feast upon taller tufts of grass. Finally, the first thought in his head, what could it be..?

'It's a nice breeze.'

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'But how did I get here?'

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'You're a long way from home, Steve.'

'Is that my name? It does sound familiar..'

The man, now confirmed to be Steve, slowly stands up, using the trunk of the tree for support as he ascends from laying to a sitting position, before finally getting up on his feet. Looking around for a moment, he takes in the scenery, of the animals and the landscape, before fully stepping out into the sun, and giving his limbs a biiiiiiig stretch, short grunts easing into long, low groans as joints pop and crackle, and blood-flow evens out in every part of his body, he can't fully scope just how long he has been laying under that tree, nor why. In fact, he can't remember anything more beyond his waking moments, and with nothing in his pockets, stranded in the middle of nowhere, he's unsure of what to do next.

'You will need some tools to make shelter, wood is the origin of all crafting, I trust you'll figure out the rest.'

The mysterious voice in his head turns out to be right, as his fists somehow work with many forgotten years of muscle memory and punch a gaping hole right through the tree that sheltered his once unconscious self. In under a minute all the wood from the tree is stored in Steve's pockets, and he stays to watch the leaves slowly fall, catching a sapling or two- and later a red apple, in the midst of it. At the end of it, it didn't feel right to leave the space the oak once occupied empty, so he plants the sapling right there in the naked dirt, before stepping back to check his inventory.

One apple, one sapling, five oak logs.

Surely he can do something with that, and he's right, resting each log against his abdomen while he pulls it apart into quarters with his bare hands, grants him with four planks, times five makes twenty whole planks. Now he is getting somewhere. Taking the original four planks he begins to align them in various ways, starting with one and making it up to four, seeing the opportunity to make buttons, sticks.. and a Crafting Table. The voice was right on the mark, wood is the origin of all crafting!

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Some time passes by and Steve now has basic wooden tools and is currently exploring the plains, not far from his waking point as he follows the river down the westward side of its length, east from his point of view, chopping down trees from a small forest for their wood (and occasional saplings/apples) and replanting them as he walks, through said forest and into another part of the plains where he finds.. a vast, open space, slightly elevated, but with a bit of terraforming it could be the perfect spot to build a house! With his shovel he clears excess blocks off the otherwise short, flat hill, and lays out a square foundation made of oak planks, along with some simple- oh, he doesn't have any wood left.. back to the forest he goes.

By the time he returns to the foundation, the sun has started to set, the skies grow dark, shifting from a vibrant blue to shades of purple and orange-red as he stops to watch dusk run its course.. the consequence to that being him left in the cover of night, with an unfinished house. His saturated skin crawls as the drawing silence is occasionally- then frequently, broken by various sounds, from sickly groans to the rattling of bones, hissing, inching, louder and louder--

"Ough!"

Steve is taken aback by a sudden sharpness plunging into the side of his breast, and like a deer he runs immediately, to hide behind the half-constructed walls of his property only to hear the sickening sound of eight legs scaling the wood, thus being forced to run again. Another sharpness flies through his thigh, and he stumbles, eeking at the pain as he continuously stops at dead ends filled with monsters, or more open space with nowhere else to hide, but then he looks at his shovel, still moving around the grassy fields to keep from being cornered, and has an idea. With just enough distance between him and the incoming horde, he digs straight down, and once fully submerged he covers the top of the hole with the dirt accumulated from digging, thus planting himself in like a seed.. a safe, still alive seed.

Darkness surrounds him, and as much as he has grown to dislike the dark, his breathing still slows to a calm, and his hands slowly feel around to assess the damage, long and thin poles seem to be embedded where the pain was, one sharp point deep in his flesh, the other protruding like a broken bone. Arrows, these are arrows, but who-- what shot them? At him? It's hard to see in the dark, so he didn't get a chance to see his assailants. At least now, now he can focus on thinking.

'Are you there?'

'Always.'

'Who are you?'

'An old friend of yours..'

'An old friend that I cannot see? How strange.'

'That will soon change, you'll begin to remember as you sleep, and I'll answer any question you ask.. to the best of my own memory.'

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'Not once have you spoken aloud since dawn, church mouse. How come? You'd speak your mind as loud as the fog, long before this.. incident.'

'.. fog?'

No response, in fact, the rest of the night is followed by silence, and Steve is left wondering. What fog? What incident..? Should he be worried about his own silence? He doesn't think so, not once in the day has he found much reason to exercise his vocal chords, aside from the moment he was first shot at, though, those sounds were forced out of him, seemingly. Hmm, he's starting to feel hungry, all that running sure burned through a lot of energy.. fortunately he's not left fully destitute, he still has those apples from his lumbering trips, and they are still fresh. He will appreciate the following sweetness and soothing texture for the rest of his days.

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[Current track playing: C418 - Haggstrom]

Time skips to the morning, where Steve climbs out of the hole and finishes working on his house, which, for the time being, is a simple wood hut, just big enough for the bare essentials, though he intends to build an actual home later on. He gives his wooden sword a couple swings, aiming at the grass when out pops some seeds, wheat seeds, which he uses to start a small farm after tilling the soil by the river, seeds planted in rows, one space apart to promote faster growth. While admiring his handiwork in agriculture, he notices that the arrows once stuck in him have gone away, leaving behind scars where they pierced him, at the same time he sees another scar that he hasn't noticed before, a long cut trailing down his forearm.

'Now where did I get that from?'

In the meantime, he decides to put his pickaxe to the test, wandering further into the plains in search of a cave or any exposed stone, and ends up finding a small tunnel littered with a few specks of coal.. which turn out to be huge veins that run deep into the earth. Wow, that's a lot of coal! He soon returns home with a bunch of coal and a bunch of cobblestone, which he uses to upgrade his tools and craft a new contraption.. the furnace. Pairing some coal with the remainder of his sticks gives him torches, which he uses to bring some light into his hut and secure the area around it, a hunch tells him that the monsters of the night will be warded off by the small fires... And the hunch is right, barely any monsters come to harass him the following midnight, and this time he is able to see the stars in all their glory.

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It is only now that Steve remembers sleep, as he wonders why he feels so drowsy, even in the coziness of the dirt hole from the first night, he didn't get much shut-eye, the wood floor seems less so, though it was warmer with the torches around.. he needs a proper bed. At the break of dawn he ventures out to find sheep, coming across a herd drinking from the river- they are unbothered by his presence, and he gingerly reaches out to pet one. Sweet multi-colored Jeb, that is a soft pelt! Surely there's a way to collect it without hurting this passive animal, and there is, shears.. but shears require iron, iron that he doesn't have yet. Well, off to get some!

This time he crosses the river to explore the plains on the other side, and he soon comes across a proper cave, entering the depths with a torch in one hand, stone pickaxe in the other. For a little while he doesn't see much other than coal, and what he soon finds to be copper, but no iron, not until he nearly falls into a gravel sinkhole that shows, for a glimmer of a second, that pale ore.. and also a mosh-pit of monsters. No way in low lava seas will he go down there unprotected, not without armor, and certainly not without food. Upon making his way back home he checks on the growing wheat crop, only to be disappointed to see that it hasn't grown any more since he left, not only that, he doesn't have many apples left, and they do not heal or fill that much. He will have to find something else.

... Cows?

Cows!

Steve remembers seeing a bunch of cows in the first part of the plains, so he ventures there, back where he started, and lo and behold.. cows. Lots of them, round (WHAT?!?!?!), lively, and grazing. The sight is almost too beautiful to touch.. almost. He readies his axe, walks in, and makes it quick and painless for any grown cow nearest to him, quickly accumulating beef, and leather, as he whittles the numbers down to nearly half. Soon he leaves with everything he needs and nothing more, having just enough for a full set of leather, and plenty of steak cooking in the furnace, while the remaining cows in the field move on to repopulate. Once the steak is done, he stashes it all in his pockets before leaving for the cave again, this time being more equipped to handle the mob situation down below, and carefully constructs a cobblestone staircase as he descends into the sinkhole, lighting the layers with torches as he goes. Even in his first set of armor he remains vigilant as he scopes out the iron ore, checking behind his shoulder before mining, he collects more and more iron as he jukes and skates around zombies and creepers and--

Baby zombies?!

'Why are they so fast--'

'NO NO NO NO GET AWAY SHOO GO AWAY NONONONO-'

Steve practically flies back to the cobble-stairs to escape the undead midgets attacking his ankles, but the way is blocked by a creeper, but there's nowhere else to go but through. He swings his sword wildly at the green obelisk creature, cutting away at and pushing past it as it hisses threateningly and- flickers white..?

'Uh oh.'

BOOM!

Every inch of his body screams in agony while his brain seems to be left behind, but he has reached the stairs in the nick of time, scrambling back up to the surface and out of the cave before completely collapsing onto the grass, coughing up smoke- and a bit of blood, as he hits the ground. For the longest time he just lays there, huffing and puffing like he has just run a marathon before his mind finally catches up, and he eventually remembers the steak he has packed, specifically for healing and keeping up stamina, both of which he's near out of.

After shoving a thick slab of meat or two down his throat like a ravenous beast, he is well enough to run again, so he runs back home and smelts all the iron in his inventory, and after that he crafts shears, shears a sheep, and finally, after almost losing his life to zombie children and a living explosive, he crafts his first bed. And after a long and eventful day like this, he is more than looking forward to a proper rest, though there's just a bit of day left to go before dusk, so he checks his inventory to see.. carrots, huh? He can plant those in with the wheat, and.. string? Hmm..

After filling the spaces between the wheat crop with the few carrots he has collected, supposedly from the zombies, he looks further into the string to see what he can do with it.. and to his delight, he comes up with a fishing rod. He doesn't know why this makes him so happy, other than gathering more food, but when he sits by the river and casts the line.. he soon finds out why. Seated, serene, immersed in nature, watching the fish in the stream swim to the lure, take the bait, and be drawn forth by the reel, the act of fishing, it's.. almost like a way of art.

Dusk finally arrives and Steve heads home, crafting a set of chests to sit alongside the crafting/cooking area, and in the now double-chest he puts away his armor, his fish, and anything else in his pockets before sitting down on his new bed and.. wow, it's so soft and cushy, and he has the sheep to thank for it. He slips off his shoes, loosens his belt, and sets his jeans down with them, before settling into the covers, laying his head on the pillow, and...

Achievement Get! [Sweet Dreams]

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[Current track playing: C418 - Sweden]

The scene fades into sunrise, overlooking the shabby wooden hut and its small crop nearby, inside the hut lays Steve, currently fast asleep in his soft red bed, but he begins to stir.. white eyes flicker in the corners of his vision, a single pair transmitting from one spot to another, closer and closer.. whispers? He opens his eyes fully, and there is silence, the eyes gone in a blink. Breathing in through his nose, he rises to a sitting position, stretching his arms as he does so, before rubbing the crust out of his eyes, sure is annoying when they get stuck in there, isn't it? As the man looks around the room, a name comes into mind..

'Hero.. brine?... Herobrine.'

First he thinks it, then he whispers it like a church mouse, almost inaudible. Is that the voice's name, were those the voice's eyes he has just seen?

'These white eyes you see, they do not see like your own. I see only shapes, silhouettes, all featureless save for mere outlines.'

'That sounds.. like a lonely panorama.'

'That would make the two of us.'

'If you can, you may see through mine, assuming you are beyond my imagination.'

'You could say it so, but I am tired now, I'll be away for a while.'

'Goodbye then, Herobrine.'

Steve soon gets dressed and equips his armor, which is still of leather since he intends to spend his iron on tools like a new pickaxe, buckets, and maybe a cauldron.. actually no, he doesn't have enough for that. When he steps out to check on the crops, he smiles at how much they have grown overnight; it's not by any significant scale, but the change is still notable. More carrot leaves have emerged from the soil, and the wheat seems to be changing color, but he so wishes for a way to speed up the process, as capable as he is at waiting, especially when his life previously depended on it, these crops seem to be taking their sweet time, toying with his extensive patience as they grow at a snail's pace... It is then that the man scolds himself, he must have a better perspective on this.

'Calm yourself, plants are limited in movement, especially in going Up. Give them grace.'

He walks back inside to do some crafting, and he feels confident in the choices he's made for the iron as he gives his shiny new iron pick a swing or two. He feels like a spiffy new miner, ready to march beyond the plains and take on the dangers ahead, see the sights, smell the smells, find the treasures.. but how far shall he march? What if he gets lost, unable to find his way back home? Maybe the torches will help, if they can ward off the dark, they can most certainly light a new path, and fortunately he has plenty of coal left over from his iron expedition, he may need a bit more wood for sticks however.. but he can just collect some on the way!

He crafts his torches and lines his pockets with the steak left over from yesterday, then cooks the fish, also from yesterday, in the furnace.. and with that, off into the east (west from his point of view) he goes.

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The air is getting colder, the grass is changing color ever-so-slowly, and the trees look.. different, taller bark, darker leaves, pointier shape... Spruce. Just looking at the planks from the wood is giving him ideas, the darker shade would contrast well with the oak at home, possibly as a floor, or a roof.. maybe both? Ooh, and some cobblestone for sturdiness? Eh, he should just save his ideas for when he comes back.. he's starting to like spruce, and he hasn't even done anything with it yet-

*bark!*

'Oh?'

Steve perks up at the sound, looking around to find which direction it came from only to find a shadow move from the corner of his eye, and he turns to follow the shadow out of the spruce forest back into the oak, swerving past trees and jumping over elevated terrain until he reaches a wall. The shadow is revealed to be.. a grey wolf. Steve tilts his head, the wolf tilts its head, he steps closer, it steps closer, he reaches his hand out, and it gives it a sniff.. before suddenly scurrying off.

'What a majestic little beast.'

The man finds himself charmed by the wolf's mannerisms and agile movements, and keen sense to follow action almost to a T. He lets it be for now, he's sure he'll find that wolf again another time, and looking around, it seems it has led him to.. a new cave!

This one actually leads deeper down, way deeper down, and at some point he runs out of torches, but before he gets to crafting more, he sees it again-- those white eyes glimmering in the dark, those same eyes from this morning, the eyes of Herobrine.

'I'm sorry, was I following you?'

No response, so he moves on, placing new torches and eventually touching down on the deepslate layer, a long drop cushioned by a waterfall, so he decides it's better to be safe than sorry and rides the down the current. Is water even supposed to work like this?

Like last time, there are monsters scattered about in the darkness, so Steve keeps his distance while exploring the new layer, a deep blue material catching his eye as he hammers his pick into the stone, lapis lazuli, along with redstone, the color of which is.. in the name. Pretty stuff it is, though not as pretty as- as.. is that a diamond? The twinkle from afar is unmistakable, but there are skeletons, spiders, and creepers- hopefully none of those toe-chewing maniacs that were once little kids. The thought of the last instance makes the man shudder, especially the thought about coming close to a creeper again. He nearly died the first time!

As sad as he is to admit it, but he will have to leave that diamond for another time, as he's simply too ill-equipped to bring it out without a massive detriment of some kind, but his journey isn't entirely fruitless, with pockets full of iron, coal, a new rock-type, two new ores, and a new wood-type! Thank the stars for torches, the man-made tracks do in fact lead him back to his base, and right on time too, as he greets his bed with a much deserved belly flop.

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Cue a weeks-long timelapse of Steve completely transforming his hut into a proper house, and crop into a proper farm, but not before experimenting with the oak and spruce, cobblestone and deepslate, crafting table and furnace, which somehow leads to the discovery of smelting sand into glass, smelting cobblestone twice for a smooth texture, and molding pieces of cobbled deepslate for a smooth texture also. Ooh, he can make a pattern out of these, very kitchen-esque! And spruce makes a great floor and roof accent, it compliments the oak better than he's previously anticipated, oh, what about iron? Chains? Lanterns?? Oh yes please. Wool makes carpets? Well duh, it seems natural- and flowers make dye?!

At the end of it all, after countless tweaks and edits, the house is almost exactly what he imagines it to be: homely, moderately spacious, and sturdy, with homemade furniture and proper storage upstairs, a sitting space, dining space, kitchen/crafting station, a backdoor to access the farm, and his own private bedroom. His crops have grown a good bit over the building period, resulting in two successful harvests that manage to expand the crop with the amount of seeds dropped, carrots multiply, and soon he moves everything into the designated farmland, already moist with a waterline, and soon.. it would be full of produce. But even then, after all this time, all these weeks (almost 5 in total), there hasn't been a peep from Herobrine, no sound, no appearance, no eyes.. it sure is lonely in the silence.

The rest of the iron that he has goes into upgrading the remainder of his toolset, leaving just enough to craft an iron chestplate- which he slips on, and feels much safer in, more protected, solid metal to redirect the blows. Maybe now he can fetch that diamond! Steve steps outside and is greeted with rain, good ol' rain, that'll surely help the crops grow and--

"Ough!"

'Those damn skeletons again? I've had enough!'

He brandishes his new iron sword and lunges towards one, his blade piercing through its eye socket before pulling out and swinging at the other three, dodging most of the arrows flying his way as he decapitates one, stabs another, and finally cuts down the last skelly. He turns around with his pockets full of bones, bows and arrows, and looking like a porcupine with the few arrows that did land their shot- and there it is again.. it seems the wolf has followed him back home and decided that now was the time to show itself. For a while the two stare at eachother, before Steve notices what the wolf is really staring at- the bone in his hand, and slowly reaches out again, still holding it as he watches the wolf approach, sniff, then take it from his grasp. Still, it continues to stare at him with its head tilted at an angle, it wants more, so he gives it another bone, and another, until a collar poofs out of thin air, appearing around the wolf's neck.

'Oh, so this is what taming looks li-'

BOOM!

Steve was blown up by creeper

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Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, heart pounding as he relays events seemingly unreal.

'Goodness! What a dream..'

'It was no dream.'

He jumps in a fright, but aching joints and awfully sore muscles lay him right back down in his bed, where he has ended up somehow.

'What happened? Why does everything hurt?'

'You died.'

'Now how can that be? Death is permanent, is it not?'

'It is for most, but somehow.. somehow you've respawned.'

'That is strange.. I wonder if my wolf is okay.'

He grits his teeth through standing up, the skin on his back feels like it's been showered with lava, but that pain soon fades when he walks outside, back in the rain, where his wolf is waiting for him, alive and well.. and sitting next to the creeper hole. Steve brings his fluffy new companion in for a big hug before going to pick up his things, and patching up the hole with leftover dirt from his inventory, the hole, and dirt from the hills around him, and once he's done he brings himself and the wolf inside to warm up under torchlight.

'Herobrine, I'd like you to meet my wolf.'

'A cute little thing, does it have a name?'

'Not yet.. I'm not too sure what to name it.'

'... What about Danny?'

'Danny?.. why does that sound familiar?'

Steve stares off into the Aether for the longest time, searching his mind over and over for where he heard it, only to come up fruitless. He sighs, before turning to meet his wolf's eyes.

'Maybe Dennis.'

'... Perfect.'

[Current track playing: C418 - Subwoofer Lullaby]

Come the next day, Steve and Dennis explore further into the plains, following the river Eastward (Steve's POV) until they reach a cliff with a waterfall, pouring into a big lake, the perfect spot for fishing, it seems. The man sits down by the slim, sandy shores and casts his fishing lure into the previously undisturbed, blue waters, watching the reflection ripple away into obscurity, only slightly.

*bark!*

The dog runs some laps around the grass before having a sit next to him, pointing its nose into his arm with a sniff-sniff, the sound progressively getting louder and more rapid as it then nuzzles underneath, before it immediately pulls away with a scrunched face. Hm, there seems to be a foul smell, Steve shifts the rod into his other hand and lifts his arm up to take a sniff for himself, and only now does he realize, also with a scrunched face..

'Have I never taken a bath?'

Only now does he notice the odor he has accumulated over the month, the amount of sweat worked up during his house renovation, from dying an explosive death.. he has been so focused on survival that he has neglected to prioritize hygiene! Fortunately, there is a perfectly good lake for cleaning his body and his clothes, though his original intent was to fish.. he can still do that, after an old fashioned swan-dive into the water.

*Sploosh!*

As the builder swims toward the center of the lake, he can feel something-- or someone, watching him, he looks around, but sees nothing, not even the gleaming white eyes he has expected to see.. hm, he must be feeling.. what's the word, cautious? Paranoid. Moving on, he can see a plethora of fish swimming about in the deep blue, cod, salmon, squid, and that's about it. Still, he marvels at the sea life, having never seen it beyond as a catch, something to cook and eat. These are live animals, just as alive as the sheep, the pigs and the cows. Well, surface water is certainly way cleaner than cave water.

Shaking away the wetness after stepping out, back onto land, he and Dennis return to base and pick out a new direction to explore, South-West, and soon they discover a new wood type: Birch! Very bright and tall trees littered the elevated terrain, and as spaced as they are they bring a good plenty of shade, but right as he raises his axe to start chopping--

*Thunk!*

'SKELETONS AGAIN?!'

Steve whirls around toward the sound, only to find the remains of a skeleton, and an arrow stuck in the bark of one of the trees, huh? He turns to where the arrow came from, and his mind suddenly flashes.

Tall, broad shoulders, long hair slung over one side, hued like autumn leaves, eyes as green as emeralds, and clothing with colors akin to camouflage, blended in with the woods and greenery around them, green shirt and brown pants. And for some unknown reason, he knew her face, and stranger yet.. her name.

'Alex.'

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Hello! And welcome to the Bonus Chest! First of the series, there will be more to come... Let's look inside!

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- Full house POV!

How splendid is that? What a cozy setting! It'll certainly fill up nicely later in the story, especially in the upstairs section. I built this myself, didn't want to take too many pictures so I made the most of it in as few as I could manage.

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- Our Steve! 2025 reference piece!

The first of the trio, so of course the bobbleheads on the right are a bit wonky, sorry about that.. but here he is! Our silent, emotional hero! Also, sorry I didn't draw any of his scars, he does have scars, he will accumulate a lot of scars, I just don't want to draw them all, or else he would be PINK and BALD. Exaggerating, but you get the idea. He will definitely cry over an emotional movie, thing is.. he doesn't know what a movie is. WHAT AN IDIOT- oh, huh? He lives in the middle ages? Oh yeah, I forgor.

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- Our Alex! 2025 reference piece!

I know what the people want, and the people want a giant woman who can throw them like a trident and swing them around like a mace, and that is exactly what Alex Minecraft SHOULD BE! I'M RIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! *ahem* Anyway, the bobbleheads are more consistent now, since this was made some time after the Steve one, and they may look the same size here, but in the story she's got like 2 inches over him HEHEHEEE- This one was pretty fun once I got into it.

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- Our..! Uhm.. who the **** are you?

Who let this anomaly in the house? Its darkness is shrouding up the kitchen and I've got a pot of spaghetti boiling in there- oh SHUT UP Billy, if you think it's so easy, why don't YOU shoo it away?! Yeah, take the broom and go to town! No take-backs!! Anyway uhm, what were we doing again? Oh yeah the um, thingy. There really isn't much to say about it at the moment, sorry if y'all were expecting the, "KiNg Of ThE nEtHeR" or some dogwater like that- go mosey off elsewhere. We really don't know much, other than it turning trees bald and dropping off light with no source, at least, that's what it used to do, don't know why it stopped though...

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- Quite a joyous lad! (ft. reference pic)

To end this on a positive note, let's enjoy this illustration (reference pic NOT mine) of our male protagonist participating in photosynthesis. Many people like to draw him white, and, well, that's their personal choice, but if you look at his original skin, you'd think that he eats sunlight for breakfast. Well... Imagine he does?! Imagine being so innocent, joyous, whimsical, that you become one with the plant and taste the nutrients from the giant ball of fire in the sky?!?!! I'm a little bugged by the hand in the grass but it's too late to fix it now, besides, as Bob Ross says, mistakes are merely happy accidents!

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Welp, that's all for this Bonus Chest, I hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you in the next chapter. Buh-Bye!!