(Here's a story about me: I had writer's block, so I decided to play Minecraft for "just a couple minutes" to try and think of something. One dead enderdragon later, I remembered I had a story to write! XD WOOOOO I DID IT! lol Seriously though, here's your story! P.S. I learned how to use lines! lol)

"Alright guys! That'll do it for this video! Say goodbye, Bob!"

"Goodbye, Bob!"

"That joke stopped being funny a long time ago." Mark sighed, "Say goodbye, Wade."

"Goodbye, Wade!"

"Oh shut up, Wade. Alright then. BYE BYYYYYYYYYE!" Mark turned off the camera.

"How much money did we raise this time, Mark?" asked Bob.

"Hold on, I'll check." Mark looked at his clipboard. "We raised $7,000 this time!"

"I think we should give it to cancer research!" Wade suggested.

"Shut up, Wade, no one cares what you think. Bob?"

"How about we give it to cancer research?" Bob asked. Wade facepalmed.

"That's a GREAT idea, Bob!" Mark exclaimed. Wade double facepalmed.

Mark took the money to donate it at a local hospital. On his way there, a very strange man stopped him. This man had a teal shirt and blue jeans. He wore very dark sunglasses.

"Where are you going, buddy?" the man asked. Mark could swear his voice had a slight echo effect to it.

"I'm taking this money to donate to cancer research. Now if you'll excuse me…" Mark tried to get moving again, but the man put his hand on Mark's shoulder to stop him. His hand was icy cold. "Dude! I've got to going before they close!"

"I cannot allow you to donate this money, Mark." Mark had no idea how he knew his name. "There are supposed to be diseases like this, and you aren't meant to cure them."

"Dude, what's wrong with you?! Do you want more people to die?!" Mark tried to get away, but the man held his grip on Mark's shoulder.

"Seeing how that is basically my reason to exist, yes." The man snapped his fingers, and suddenly Mark was alone in his home, no money or creepy men in sight.

"What?!" Mark was so confused. He wasn't sure what had just happened to him. He was trying to piece it all together when he heard a knock on his door. He went to answer.

"OH MY WHAT?!" he yelled when he opened the door to see who it was. It was Notch.

"Hello, Mark. I'm here to help you," Notch said.

"Help me? What do you mean?" Mark was even more confused.

"By donating to help create a cure for cancer, you have angered my brother. He created the disease, and he doesn't want mortals to be able to escape it. Obviously, what he thinks is wrong. It's not his fault really, but that's another story (hint hint). Anyways, you, Mark, are too valuable to this good cause to be killed by my brother, so I need to do something to protect you."

"Well what do you need to do?" asked Mark. He didn't know where this was going.

"I need to make you immortal."

"WOAH! WHAT?! REALLY?!" Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, Mark. You need to become a god. Your life doesn't need to change or anything. You won't have to move to Aether. Now just tell me what your godly name will be, God of Charity."

Mark thought for a minute, deciding to just combine his name with a random word. Finally he said, "How about 'Markiplier?'"

"Sounds fine to me." With that, Notch vanished. Markiplier went to tell Bob and Wade what had happened.

Markiplier soared to greatness,

But first he had to deal with this mess.

Herobrine was angered still.

Markiplier defied his will.

He called his son to fight for him.

For these gods, their fates sure are grim.

Each shall ally with another

Before they're forced to fight each other.

Two heroes of Notch, they shall unite.

Another must betray to fight.

One of them will side with Rage

So they all can escape this cage.

But for now, our story's done.

For you guys, I'm sure 'twas fun.

Why not take time and review?

I'll be making a part two!