Minecraft: To Craft A Dirt Block: Ch.2
"A long my time ago—"
"How long ago?" I annoyingly interrupted,
"A really long time ago, back when they still used Nether Reactors," the old woman said, clearly nettled.
"You mean Minecraft PE!"
"Yes...PE.
"Wow"
"Wow indeed. Now there was a man named Notch. He was a bald, weird and primeval man. He wore a short-sleeved jerkin. He created this world and all its dumb creatures...including you."
"Hey! I feel offended."
"Hush Dumbo! Now let me continue...Notch was very, very, very...STUPID.
One day he was surfing the internet and he forgot to to check the site security, going to http instead of https"
"That's dumb."
"Indeed, his stupidity led the to integration of The-White-Eyed-One."
"You mean Herobrine, pshh, that's just a myth," I said, unconvinced.
"In The-White-Eyed-One's viral rampage, he destroyed my village, which led my fellow villagers settling here, in these swamps.
"You're a villager," I said awestruck
"Yes...as soon as we set up camp to begin construction, a storm began to brew, the winds tore our tents and lightning killed our children. When the storm ended, I was all that was left, marred by the bolts, filled with bitterness and somewhat cursed, I became what you might call a—"
"Witch,"
"Yes, now that you know my story, you now have the luxury to die,"
"Some luxury," I said, as I prepared to make my daring escape, then I ran.
The Witch(now no longer an old woman) took out a bottle with a thick, greenish looking liquid sloshing inside, she readied her hand, about to throw the bottle at me.
I slammed the door in front of and as I did that, I heard a loud crash and tiny particles falling onto the floor. As I prepared my leave, I stopped to peer through the hut's window and saw the Witch flat on her stomach, groaning as a green liquid was splashed all over her.
"I'm done with swamps," I declared "They're icky." I then continued my way to where-ever.
I'm guessing that wasn't the greatest monologue known to Minecraftian kind, but it was the most interesting. Herobrine is real? So much for being a skeptic. GOODBYE SKEPTICISM, HELLO NOTCHISM.