"Hello." The man said as he helped me up. "Who are you?" I said. "I am Herobrine." Herobrine said. He took my sword and struck the blade through my heart.
I respawned at my spawnpoint. Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Steve, age 13, 5ft and 6in. I'm in a world where everything is, well blocks like cubes. I had lost all my stuff, so I started to get stuff for the night. I mined some wood, but not enough to make a shelter, and it was already dark. "Crap." I said in frustration. I ran to a flat place, killed some pigs for food, and dug a 5 by 5 hole in the ground and made a tiny shelter. I know, I know, I can do better but I saw 3 zombies already chasing me. I crafted a sword in 3 seconds, and started slicing. "Ha!" I yelled as the 3 zombies crumbled to nothing. I wanted to kill more, but as I remembered Herobrine, I didn't want to meet him again. I ran into my dumb, yet protective house, and stayed there for the night.
The next day, I ran outside of my house to get some wood for my house, when suddenly, I heard rustling all around me. I got out my sword, and charged the bushes. Squeal! I had stabbed a pig in the gut. "Sorry dude." I said to the dead pig. I took the meat and ate it raw. I know it's gross, but it's still good. I was eating my raw porkchop when I heard a hissing behind me. "Oh, crap!" I yelled as the creeper stared into my eyes and exploded.
I respawned again and went to where I died. Suddenly, I felt a pain go through my body. I looked behind me and saw Herobrine. I tried to hit him but my hand just went through him. "Dang it!" I said as I died in the hands of Herobrine.
End of Part One