They call me Herobrine.
Hello. I am the one whose name is whispered in hushed tones in the world of Minecraftia. I am the one players dread meeting, and the one Mojang, and all the developers of Minecraft over time could not defeat. I am misunderstood, like most people who are seen from the wrong point of view. But maybe you're interested in hearing the real truth. Well here it is. The story you are about to read is my real story. Who am I?
They call me Herobrine.
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"Brine…I will protect this world." I cried into her grave. My wife, Brine, had died, but she was not lost. She was the one who, with help from me and Notch, made the world of Minecraftia. It was her vision from the start, Notch had only used his power to create it. And ever since Brine simply grew too weak to withstand life, my love for this world grew strong. But then things changed, players were more…abusive. The manipulated the world my wife had left behind, turning her materials into tools which became nothing. Destroying, building, and then destroying what they built. It sickened me that they could not simply live and exist in this world like I did, or like the mobs did for that matter.
I had tried appealing to Notch. Begging him to make a change, to protect our creation. But Notch has his own plan. He loves the money he gets from these players destroying the world before them. I realized I had to do something, and it was going to need to be drastic. I thought of it many times, but it took me a long while to think it out completely. I created new beings, but not like the ones notch had asked me to make. He only wanted the basics, pigs, cows, sheep, animals that, without my knowledge, would be used later to provide food and materials to the player, or Steve as we called him. These new creatures were deadlier, more destructive, and the perfect revenge weapons against my destructive, careless friend. In one night, I created the Zombie, the Skeleton, and the Spider. The next day, I felt like something was missing, and I took a look through the world's very coding for inspiration. There I saw it, the failed project that was my first attempt at a pig. The model was perfect to strike fear into Steve's heart, and I knew what it should do. It would play his game. He would destroy more than Steve ever hoped to, and take him out as well. As I created this monster I called him the Creeper, as that was how he would behave. These were his soldiers, and he added them into the new world.
Notch's POV: What were these things? I had not requested these creations. These…monsters. They were attacking players, ruining their fun. Notch could not create life, only one person could do that. He entered Minecraftia, and found Hero by the trail of coding he left behind.
"Hero, what have you done to this game?" Notch questioned, looking at him in his purple eyes. His blue shirt blew in the wind, and his posture seemed…different.
"You turned your back on us, Notch. Me and Brine were just as responsible for this world as you, but you're doing whatever you want with it, and you're the only one benefiting from it." He spoke, his voice hissed with accusation and anger.
"I was the one who built this place. I appreciate Brine's vision, and your power of creating life, but I was the main creator in the project." I told him, wanting to keep him in line. "That's why I'm the only one with a form in the player's world."
"You may have been lucky enough to have that power, but without me and Brine you'd be nothing. Your idea of "Cave Game" wasn't going anywhere." He spat back at me, now stepping closer.
Now I was angry. I was going to turn his soldiers into main aspects of the game, create TNT with the Creepers, arrows for the player from the skeleton, made with feathers from zombies and the bow made with string from the spiders. But first he had something to take care of. I left Minecraftia, into the real world. I then did the biggest thing I could've done to take care of my little problem. I was deleting Hero. He would join his wife wherever she was.
Hero's POV: Things went dark. I was stuck in a void of blackness. I thought it through, and realized I had been banished by Notch. With rage, I scream into the void, my voice reflecting the anger I felt for my wife, her world, Notch's betrayal, and now my banishment right as I was fighting back. With my screaming came a rumble, then a blood red coloration of the world around me. Red material formed around me, and before I knew it, I had created a world of rage and hatred. I then saw the top of the world, bedrock. I knew then I was under the world of Minecraftia. Because of this, I called it the "Nether" meaning under. And I knew then I would turn this into a whole new realm of its own, one that would dominate the players when they came to destroy. Then I would find my way back to Minecraftia, and wreak my havoc on the players so they would never destroy again.
Notch's POV: I was done with fixing my problem. With satisfaction I added one last thing to the update log.
"-Removed hero"
I thought about it, and realized players wouldn't know who this was, but decided I may as well list not only his name but his wife's name since they were both removed. Then I felt it. Guilt. I felt bad for him, and his lost wife. I decided they would at least be together in the minds of all the players. I typed.
"-Removed Herobrine."
I meant to separate the words, but something inside me told me I should keep them together. At least their names could still coexist by each other's side. Plus, the players wouldn't know anything about it; it was just my last tribute to them. So what could go wrong?