I took another sip of my Frappe as I looked at the clock
"4:27 A.M" I said softly to myself.
I had been playing Minecraft for 27 hours straight. I was about to crash, but as I chugged the rest of my (not now) frozen coffee, I got a surge of energy. I set my sensitivity to the max and turned my FOV to Quake pro, and sprinted over to my house before another Enderman would try to kill me.
I realized I was on my last porkchop, when I heard the noise of a spider, but slightly altered. I turned around ,and suddenly I saw a creeper run up to me and start his 'fizzing'. I sprinted away, rather than fight it, as I had gathered over twenty diamonds on my most recent mine exploration. I got about half of my hearts taken away as it exploded about behind me. I ate my last porkchop as I entered my newly built house. I yawned as I paused the game and suddenly, blacked out, spilling my coffee on my keyboard.