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     I tried to force open my eyes, but they denied to open. I had enough of unfortunate events from my previous hardcore world, and I did not want anything happening to me in the next world. With much struggle, I burst my eyes open, revealing my character in a peaceful forest, right next to a calm beach. This might be a good world for me, I thought to myself. I went in further through the forest, admiring the beauty of the trees and the flowers. I thought I would make it to the end in this world, but of course, I was wrong.

     I began hacking my first block of oak wood; yet again, feeling no pain in my young yet bold self. My hand smacked against the wood for the umpteenth time, before shattering and dropping as a tiny wood block. Without further ado, I broke more blocks of wood. Not long after, I had enough to build my own starting tools. I made a pickaxe, first, then a hoe, learning a lesson from my previous world. I began to dig into the side of a mountain as a temporary home.

     I hunted a herd of sheep soon after I placed a door to my new home. After quickly getting three pieces of wool, I hurried back home and made myself a bed. As dusk began to settle, I cuddled into my new bed, feeling happiness. Night began to start, and I fell asleep, peacefully. I did not wake up to the noise of moaning zombies outside my door, nor the clink-clanking of bones from the skeletons.

     I woke up bright and fresh and walked outside of my house, grabbing my stone sword on the way out. Outside, I saw a lot of monsters burning in the sunlight. Fortunately, no creepers in sight. I spotted a zombie, trapped in a waterfall. Suddenly, an arrow flew past me. A skeleton was hiding under a tree. I grabbed my sword and hurried down the battlefield. I swerved past the 'waterfall zombie' and headed towards the skeleton. Wrong move. Before I could hit the skeleton, it happened.

     Another bite to my shoulder. I gasped in pain as I fell to the ground, crawling backwards. The zombie trapped in the waterfall had caught up to me, setting me on fire. I crawled backwards a few more steps. That was the worst move I have ever done in my life. An arrow hit my back. I shrieked in pain. I had forgotten all about the skeleton. Now, two mobs were up against me as I was at three-quarter health.

     I did not forget what happened the last world. Sheer terror filled my veins. I stared up against the two monsters which cornered me. The skeleton held up his bow, sending another arrow to it and pulling on the string. I tried to get up, but the zombie slammed me against the wall, his hands on my throat. I was at half-health. I could not move, as the zombie held back my arms. I tried to kick forward, but to no avail. The skeleton let go of the string, and the zombie sent a finishing blow.

     As if in slow-motion, I looked at the zombie, looking at his puke-green skin and his nails as sharp as cactus thorns. The skeleton's arrow, the front flint glistened in the sun. Before I died, half-a-second before I died, I spotted him. Herobrine, standing next to a tree, smiling. His eyes were empty; only white was seen in his eyes. Half-a-second later, I did not see him any more. In fact, I could not see anything. That was when I knew that my life had gone to an end.
His face glistened in the moonlight;
His eyes, just as bright.
He lurched through the shadows of the day;
But never hid himself at night.

I made a bed for myself, feeling joy;
As darkness drew near.
I went to bed, but I saw him;
And I felt nothing but fear.

His bright blue shirt can't be forgotten;
His dark pants, also known as jeans.
He walks towards you in a very scary manner;
And he kills you by all means.

You can rarely see him speak, although he is alive;
His glitch powers enable him to teleport.
One hit and you will die immediately;
Without weapons of any sort.

The only time you can kill him;
Is when luck comes your way.
Its the time Notch comes out;
Then Herobrine will be at bay.

Even when Notch removed him;
He's still inside, but can't be seen.
He's the one that makes you die.
In fact, that's how it's always been.
This is a true story, based on two of my Minecraft Hardcore worlds.

     The hot morning burst through my skin, making me feel intense heat. I woke up in the middle of many mountains and a forest. I stared around my surroundings, my mouth agape with surprise. It was a good enough world, I thought to myself. I slowly got up and decided to look for the materials I needed for my very first shelter.

     My fist smacked into another wood log for the umpteenth time, not feeling a single twitch in my veins. I had finally gotten a few oak logs, just enough to build a workbench and a pickaxe. That was what I did. On the way to find a house, I met a herd of sheep. Their white wool seemed hard to resist. It felt so soft, just right for the night. I grabbed a stick and neared to the herd.

     My pickaxe bumped into the stone wall. I chose the side of a big mountain for my first night; as dusk began to settle. I mined the stone with my wooden pickaxe which was wearing out quickly. Soon enough, after a few minutes of sweating, I mined myself a good enough hole for my first night. I grabbed my workbench and placed it inside. I grabbed a few pieces of coal while mining stone, and I 'torched' up the room. I placed my bed as sun settled for the night. I placed the door to a hole that was then what I called Home.

     I woke up bright the next morning. I felt fresh. Suddenly, I lurched backwards. I was hungry. I hitched myself up with a stone hoe - and at the same time, began making stone tools for myself - and began my own private farm. After eating a few loaves of bread, I began mining. I found a few blocks of iron ore. I found some coal for it, too. I had many close calls with the monsters lurking inside, but if only I knew what was coming for me in future.

     Once I came back home, I felt tired. The sun lowered from the horizon as an inordinate amount of stars appeared in the sky. I rested my head on my bed as I thought of all the things I did that day. Mining, farming. Building, crafting. I smiled at myself. That world gave me everything I needed. I love my Minecraft world, I thought. This world is the best. But of course, I was wrong.

     I woke up bright and early the next day. I picked up my stone sword and went out of my house. I decided to look for some food. I looked to my right and saw a few zombies burning in daylight. I ignored them. Wrong move. I went over to the pig. I raised my sword high in the air, then launching it quickly down on the pig. Before I could hit him, something hit me.

     I turned around and backed away in pain. My shoulder was bitten and I was now burning in fire. A burning zombie had bitten me from the back. Since they were on fire, they set me on fire too. I crawled backwards, dropping my stone sword. He lumbered towards me, his mouth open and his teeth glistening. I tried to grab onto something and throw it at him, but around me was only grass and ferns. I stood up and turned to run, but I was hit again.

     Another zombie punched me in the face, sending me to the ground. I was burning. I was at half-health. The first zombie continued walking towards me. I tried to punch him, but the second zombie kicked my stomach. My health got down to three hearts. They picked me up and threw me against a grass wall. They began hitting me repeatedly. I was down to 2 and a half hearts. 1 heart. Half a heart. Then, both zombies gave a finishing blow. The next thing I saw was darkness.
End.
     I tried to force open my eyes, but they denied to open. I had enough of unfortunate events from my previous hardcore world, and I did not want anything happening to me in the next world. With much struggle, I burst my eyes open, revealing my character in a peaceful forest, right next to a calm beach. This might be a good world for me, I thought to myself. I went in further through the forest, admiring the beauty of the trees and the flowers. I thought I would make it to the end in this world, but of course, I was wrong.

     I began hacking my first block of oak wood; yet again, feeling no pain in my young yet bold self. My hand smacked against the wood for the umpteenth time, before shattering and dropping as a tiny wood block. Without further ado, I broke more blocks of wood. Not long after, I had enough to build my own starting tools. I made a pickaxe, first, then a hoe, learning a lesson from my previous world. I began to dig into the side of a mountain as a temporary home.

     I hunted a herd of sheep soon after I placed a door to my new home. After quickly getting three pieces of wool, I hurried back home and made myself a bed. As dusk began to settle, I cuddled into my new bed, feeling happiness. Night began to start, and I fell asleep, peacefully. I did not wake up to the noise of moaning zombies outside my door, nor the clink-clanking of bones from the skeletons.

     I woke up bright and fresh and walked outside of my house, grabbing my stone sword on the way out. Outside, I saw a lot of monsters burning in the sunlight. Fortunately, no creepers in sight. I spotted a zombie, trapped in a waterfall. Suddenly, an arrow flew past me. A skeleton was hiding under a tree. I grabbed my sword and hurried down the battlefield. I swerved past the 'waterfall zombie' and headed towards the skeleton. Wrong move. Before I could hit the skeleton, it happened.

     Another bite to my shoulder. I gasped in pain as I fell to the ground, crawling backwards. The zombie trapped in the waterfall had caught up to me, setting me on fire. I crawled backwards a few more steps. That was the worst move I have ever done in my life. An arrow hit my back. I shrieked in pain. I had forgotten all about the skeleton. Now, two mobs were up against me as I was at three-quarter health.

     I did not forget what happened the last world. Sheer terror filled my veins. I stared up against the two monsters which cornered me. The skeleton held up his bow, sending another arrow to it and pulling on the string. I tried to get up, but the zombie slammed me against the wall, his hands on my throat. I was at half-health. I could not move, as the zombie held back my arms. I tried to kick forward, but to no avail. The skeleton let go of the string, and the zombie sent a finishing blow.

     As if in slow-motion, I looked at the zombie, looking at his puke-green skin and his nails as sharp as cactus thorns. The skeleton's arrow, the front flint glistened in the sun. Before I died, half-a-second before I died, I spotted him. Herobrine, standing next to a tree, smiling. His eyes were empty; only white was seen in his eyes. Half-a-second later, I did not see him any more. In fact, I could not see anything. That was when I knew that my life had gone to an end.

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Noler Robert
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netsails Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013
Hi Noler! I tagged you in my journal:[link] :)
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