Minecraft: 3RD Person Story
As Ian looked around, he noticed a difference between his village and the newer one nearby. One thing was that the other village was smaller. Even with this in place, his villagers were moving to the newer village. He wanted to know why.
Every day another one came to the new village Sky was running. He wanted EVERYTHING to be perfect. Unfortunately, he was running low on materials. Also, his rival, Ian, had been charging him to build on the land. He wanted answers NOW. He went to Ian to talk. "You know what, son of a bitch, I'm through." But Ian wasn't finished. "Not for 100 fucking years!" he exclaimed. Sky said "I'm not getting of that easy!" Ian gripped his sword harder. "If you want, go! Leave! I don't care! Take all your stupid villagers, too," he yelled.
Herobrine, a boss, decided to take down some people. The sky was filled with dark magic. "Good conditions," he thought. For this piece of shit, it was, in fact, filled with more dark magic than usual. But he needed his partner, Wither. "This isn't over, Notch," he thought.