Thank you so much for the reviews and the suggestions! You made me remember why I have followers! And now, the enderman!
I walked through the forest, whistling. I held a dirt block in my hand, and that was the reason of my happiness. Then, a creeper walked up to me and asked to be friends. I accepted, and the creeper grinned in his upside-down way. We walked for a bit, talking about sand, when we came to a jungle biome, with an ocelot in front of it. Creeper jumped back hissing, but I stepped forward and punched the cat right along its spine. I felt the spine crack, so I turned into my next blow to the gut that tore through skin and flesh, spilling blood and organs all over the- Hey Hey Hey! What? I run a clean story here, and you're make all of these disgusting descriptions! But it's what happened. I don't care! It's ridiculously inappropriate! But- No 'buts'! You're fired! Get out! Maybe I'll bring you back, but not as a Narrator! (turns to Creeper) Now you shall narrate. Uh... hi. I'm the Creeper. I don't want to explode on you, so let's be friends! That's all I can say. Oh, and after the cat was gone, I lived in a forest for a while, waiting for someone to be friends with. I found a silverfish named Insectoid. Yay.
Did I do the right thing here?
