THE INCREASINGLY RANDOM ADVENTURES OF STEVE AND ENDERBRO

Note: I don't own minecraft. I own a copy of it, but that's not the same.

The sun was bright over minecraftia, and the sacred land of ASSBUTTS. The great notch had asked for a seed, and t'was given. And not a fuck was given that day.

Our story began in the desert. A young man, about 21, named Steve, was toiling day after day to find himself shelter. He made a large hole, and next to it, made a small hut. He put a sign outside, which pronounced the house, "Crappy little desert shack."

One morning, Steve was walking north. He had entered a forest, saying to himself, "Oh my god, wood! I'm saved!" Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow.

"Alright, enderman. YOU WANNA GO?" He whipped out his bow and arrows, and spun around.

And then it spoke.

"plz don hurt me"

"What the fuck?" Steve dropped the arrow in his hand, and his mouth hung open.

"i'm a frienderman" the enderman continued. "friendermen don't hurt people"

"Huh…" said Steve, secretly bewildered. "What's your name?"

"i'm enderbro" it said. "i need a friend"

"Ummm, sure… You can be my frienderman."

"yay!" yelled enderbro.

And so began the chronicles of Steve and enDerBRo.