TBC (steve life)

Ooh...

One man in a blocky world,

Just Steve against the night,

Gathering wood and stone by day,

Trying to stay alive.

Collecting resources, crafting tools,

Building a place called home,

Hunting for beef and chicken too,

Never wanting to roam.

Then night fell and an Enderman

Appeared beneath the moon,

So I dug down deep underground,

Hoping daylight came soon.

A creeper hissed behind my back,

I blocked just in time,

Fought a couple zombies with my sword,

But lost my final life.

Lesson learned, don't venture out

With armor left behind,

"Steve was slain by Zombies"

Was the message every time.

One month later...

(to be continued)