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Minecraft monster apocalypseMinecraft monster apocolypse journal 1
Day 1: Things are bad in Minecratia. People loved the netherworld. You could get a block of netherack-a block that never goes out once you light it, unless you hit it. People made nether portals everywhere, to get these blocks, and an added bonus-glowstone. I am ashamed to say that I made one of these portals myself, just to get a measly block of netherack. However, people went greedy, for netherack. They mined and mined it, then what they didn't need, they sold, for people who couldn't make netherportals. Then, they came. Strange white ghosts. They came and burned down everything. People with houses of stone hid, but then, the creepers came. They blew up houses and the ghosts could come in. Those who survived hid underground. As I write this on the limited resources I have, I can't help but think what I would do If they caught me. Because if they would, I wouldn't be able to stop this. Because I've made upp my mind. I'm going to destroy those net
Guy: That's so ugly.
You: So is your face.
Guy: Calm down man, take a chill pill!
You: it's not in my prescription.
Justin Bieber: Baby, baby, baby.
You: (in tune with "baby") DIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Guy: That's so gay.
You: so are you.
Teacher: There's an easier way to do that.
You: and there's my way, which I happen to like very much.
Guy: That's wrong.
You: And you're right?
Guy: This is delicious!
You: So was your soul.
Mum: Eat it! It tastes just like chicken!
You: So does chicken.
Guy: Wasn't that fun?
You: I had more fun when I went to bed last night.
ACDC fan: I'm on a highway to hell!
You: Send me a postcard.
Guy: It's so cold!
You: So is your heart.
Guy: It's so dark!
You: So is your soul.
Guy: That man is guilty!
You: So is your conscience.
French guy impersonator: And now, I make ze pizza sandwhich.
You: Au fail.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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