Ethan walked over to the window revealing the large town he and his friends lived in. Often there were these minor problems that seemed to occur in the city that required Team Baze to come solve it. For example, last week, a large group of creepers came to wreak havoc by exploding onto buildings, leaving large, gaping holes. The city he came to live in was called Crafted City, where they could "retire".
They found this city 2 years ago. Ever since, he and his friends spent their time here rescuing citizens from some issue. He was getting sort of tired for this, but he couldn't abandon the city and its inhabitants like that. He was just going to have to stay. He walked away from the windows to sit at his anvil. He brought out his hammer and his half-finished blade. He brung out his hammer and started pounding, shaping out the blade. He did this for hours, until dusk. He finished pounding, and looked admiringly at his work. He had used gold and iron, and had elongated the blade. He was going to put everything up, when he looked into the blade, and saw a black figure in the reflection of the blade. He immediately looked around his room in search for the black figure. He saw nothing. He shrugged it off and went to bed. He had no idea that an enderman was staring at him from behind a curtain.
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Lucas finished harvesting his plants for the day and slung his diamond hoe on his back. He went inside the building and went to the top floor. He pulled out a key and put it through the lock. He unlocked the door and went inside. He set his herbs against the wall, then set his hoe against the wall. He removed his clothes and wore his pajamas. He was heading to bed when he saw a figure flash by. "What was that?" he said. He rushed and grabbed his hoe. He scanned around, brandishing his hoe like a weapon. "Don't make me use this…" he said. He heard a thud. One of his books had fallen. It was from behind one of his curtains. He slowly crept towards it. He pulled away the curtain and standing there was...nothing. He picked up his book, grumbling, and set it back on his bookshelf. He jumped into his bed with his hoe, and drifted off to sleep. A skeleton let out a breath of relief as he continued staring at the player.