Author's note: Sorry about the long break in stories! I was celebrating the 4th of July with my uncle. Anyway, I'm trying something new with writing short stories inspired by Minecraft's soundtrack. Well, more like atmosphere/settings but whatever! It's too hot outside to do anything and I happen to owe you people some stories. For those of you who don't understand, this concept is similar to Disney's Fantasia in that I listen to a song and then describe the scene that comes to mind.
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The storm has ended. A lone Minecraftian runs through the forest and sees it remarkably empty. Even many of the trees no longer have leaves. The grass has died and turned to regular dirt, and not a single Creeper is around. Everything seems so still and dead, even eerier than the End on Peaceful after the Enderdragon is slain. The Minecraftian knows that they must make it home, despite the gloomy atmosphere. Much to their dismay, the house is gone. There are no Creeper blast holes, and there's no way that Endermen could destroy an entire mansion in three Minecraftia days. In place of the house is a pile of soul sand and a sign. "Brace yourself; winter is coming."