Working on a Halloween special DM... Oops.
I am working on a DMV Special CRAFTOWEEN. You see, this Minecraftian tradition has existed for over a million years. I know right, it's a big number. 1 237 998, to be precise. But, there is a maniac who drools a lot who is an undead person that plans to conquer the world and there is another one who doesn't have eyeballs and wants to destroy everything.
Will Jacob and his friends will be able to SAVE Halloween?
SAMPLE:
Chapter 1 - RandomBoi
Steve and his girlfriend, Olivia, and I walked towards Mineville. I was getting tired, so I invented cool stuff along the way: a species creator, a new shirt for Steve, and three ice cream cones.
Mineville was built at a hundred percent protective because big, fat walls of obsidian surrounded the city. They now had cobblestone floors.
How do they farm, you ask? They build farms on the roof of their houses.
Crazy, if you ask me.
“Hey! My villager’s back!” yelled someone. That someone was my mom.
“That’s my boy. Oh, Jacob, we want to present you to the new player that showed up: RandomBoi.”
“My real name is thatrandomguy,” said, well, uhh, the random guy.
“He’s a professional in crafting and building. He can even craft commands blocks!”
I can craft them too. Duh. I am the crafter-master!
“Uhh, hey, mom, I want to talk to you, with Dad, in private.”
“Uhh, sure, son.”
Dad and Mom sure look stressed out.
“Umm, I was in a fight with Herobrine (aka Jake, the player), and he killed me.”
“Did you poof?”
“Yeah.”
“But then, how did you… respawn? It’s not like… wait. RandomBoi, you didn’t tell me anything about an immortal chosen villager?”
“Well, an immortal chosen player,” said RandomBoi, “The first mob to get killed by the command “/kill” in the world will be the Chosen One of the Overworld, and supposed to beat He who never blinks and the derp.”
“Herobrine and Noob,” Steve said.
“Exactly.”
“So, wait, hang on. So, what’s with the fact that I can respawn?”
“The Chosen One will automatically become a player while keeping his skin, personality and…”
“Wait, I’m a player?”
“Kind of… Uhh, I mean, “YES.”
“Hurrr,” Dad hurred as RandomBoi kept talking.
“The Chosen Ones will have special powers on a New or Full Moon. I’m not sure what the powers are, though.”
“OK, but Herobrine is immortal, right? So, how can I kill him?” I asked.
“He can possess anybody, and you can kill him then.”
“That’s scary,” Olivia frowned.
“Wait, where did you read all this?” asked Steve, kind of suspicious of RandomBoi.
He tossed a book on the table, and oh boy, that book was giant. It weighed at least a thousand kilograms, and it had over ten thousand pages.
The title was even more complicated, “The Prediction Book (Prophecy_Version1) of 01010101 01100100 01110011 01111001 01100010 01101100.
(RandomBoi said that 01010101 01100100 01110011 01111001 01100010 01101100 meant Udsybl, which was short for something…)
Chapter 2 - Herobrine is Blind
Herobrine stretched out his body out of the Warden and placed a Golden Lasso on him. That is a particular type of leash that you can “leash” anything.
He directed the Warden and then went behind a shrub, where he found Mineville. He saw the villager, Jacob, his friends and some other people.
He then possessed the Warden’s body and headed for them. Then, suddenly, he heard a VOOP sound.
Endermen, Herobrine thought. Ender could easily smack a Warden into EXP orbs because they teleport everywhere so it can’t attack.
I’ll have to come up with other things, then.
***
The Ender General appeared next to me.
“Oh, no, I have a very Craft-o-ween-y feeling about this.”
“Hey, Jacob, want to celebrate Craftoween with us?”
“What is craftoween?” Steve asked.
“It’s Halloween, for us humans,” replied RandomBoi.
“Wait, I hear something,” Olivia said, “It sounds like… a giant grunt from a Warden. Wait, that doesn’t make sense! Wardens don’t come out of caves!”
“Wait…” I suspected something. Not from what you just read, but I got a feeling that I’m being scrutinized. Anyway, back to the “wait,” here is what I did: I gasped. “It’s Herobrine! He’s threatening to kill us all!”
“You have to stay with us, Ender General!”
“Uhh, OK. But why?”
“I’ll tell you why,” said a voice behind us. It was a pillager with an emerald sword, like the Emelite sword I made a few books ago. I got out my fresh, sharp twenty-karat solidified lapis-bedrock sword.
“What do you want?” Steve asked as he pulled out his enchanted diamond sword.
“Have you been listening to us the whole time?”
“Yep. ‘Been hidin’ in that big ol’ bush there,” he said while pulling out a hat and put it on his head. He placed a piece of wheat and placed it on his mouth. He looked like a farmer. “I’ll tell you, people, what is Herobrine’s biggest fear. It’s...
