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by Billy Miner

  I stepped on a black block, a platform drifting downstream in the lava, but I didn’t watch my step. Suddenly, I slipped and one of my feet ended up in the lava.

  Pssshhhtt…

  “Yoouououoch!” I screamed, thinking that I just burned my leg off.

  I looked at it, but there was nothing wrong with it. It was as if I was immune to it. My skin was resistant to fire and lava. How interesting!

  I wanted to try it again, but I wasn’t sure if I should. What if it was just a onetime incident? What if something weird happened and the next I really would burn my foot? I thought and thought but I just wanted to know, so I decided to risk it. You may think I was crazy for trying this, but since I was a little crazy to begin with, I didn’t think I had much to lose (by the way, don’t try this at home, unless you’re a real pigman.)

  I closed my eyes tightly and moved my foot towards the lava…

  Slowly…

  Slowly…

  Pssshhhtt…

  It made a sizzling sound but I felt nothing. I pulled my leg out of the water and discovered that no harm was done.

  “Yes!” I exclaimed joyfully.

  “I am resistant to the lava! What am I still doing on this platform? I might as well swim through it.”

  And that’s what I did. I took off my suit and jumped in the lava. I started swimming and felt like a fish in the water. It was great.

  After a while, I came to the rock in the shape of a skull. This was where they said the sword would be. I looked up. The skull looked creepy. A light was radiating from the skull rock’s eye.

  “That must be it,” I said out loud.

  I didn’t wait any longer and swam towards the rock. When I came out of the water, I noticed something I hadn’t thought of: My clothes were burned. I was completely naked. It made sense because I was immune to lava, but my clothes were not. It didn’t matter though, since there was nobody out here, and I looked like a pigman… I mean, I was a pigman. So oh well.

  I went on and climbed to the top, crawling through a narrow space to get to what I thought would be the shimmering sword.

  Then I saw it.

  It was a beautiful sword.

  It was glowing.

  I touched it and felt an immense rush going through my body. Visions unfolded before my eyes about things I had done as one person and another. I closed my eyes and could remember everything. Never before had I felt so good. I was certain that I was cured.

  What a powerful force!

  What an awesome sword!

  I was sincerely impressed. I didn’t expect it to have such a profound effect on me.

  I decided to go back to my hometown. It took a while before I found my way out, but I came to discover that the Nether was actually really well organized, well, at least I thought so. To any of the villagers it could have appeared as a chaotic mess, but an inner instinct in my pigman’s brain told me exactly where to go and what to do.

  I found my way out within a small amount of time. It was easy. I was actually looking forward to coming back here someday, no matter how crazy that sounds.

  When I came to the village, I snuck back to my house. I didn’t want anyone to see me, since I still wasn’t wearing any clothes. Luckily, it was midnight and there was not a soul to be seen outside.

  Entry 7: Halloween

  I came back and felt like a new person. I was nicer to the other children and I never got mixed up. My name was Jerome, and I knew it. I would never forget it. My memory was healed by the magic sword.

  That month, it was Halloween. It was my favorite time of the year. I always liked the scary and mystical stuff anyway, but it was even better around Halloween. It was a free ticket to scaring people; that’s how I saw it. It was a time for candy, which I don’t feel addicted to anymore but I still like it; it was a time for dressing up. I was crazy about this holiday.

  But now that I had a new attitude towards life, I wanted to give something back. I had been nagging and bullying, I had done stupid things and caused accidents, and now it was time to be a little selfless.

  I discovered another of my super powers: Spawning pumpkins. For some reason, I was able to create a pumpkin out of thin air. I found out about it when I wished for one but didn’t have the money to buy one.

  Okay, so perhaps some of the competitors or pumpkin vendors weren’t happy with what I was doing, but these people didn’t have anything to begin with… the ones I will tell you about now.

  I asked some of my friends to come over and showed them what I could do. They were amazed and immediately came up with 100 names of people who were impoverished and didn’t have any money to buy a pumpkin. I wanted to help them have a happy Halloween, so we took the list of addresses, visited them by knocking on their doors and creating a pumpkin in front of their eyes. Some people just expressed a simple “thank you.” Others were in tears… tears of joy and gratitude. Some of them weren’t home, and some didn’t really know what to think of it, but whatever happened, I was glad to contribute.

  One time, something went really wrong though. I banged on the door and the door broke.

  “Great. Now look what you’ve done,” one of my friends said.

  The old lady who lived there opened the door, or in other words, opened what was left to open. She asked us what happened.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I will try to fix it.”

  And so I did. I was shocked how easy it was to put the door back on its hinges. However, after that little incident, I decided it was better for me to stay in the back and have my friends knock on doors.

  After those names we did real trick or treating. We got a bucket full of candy after an hour or two.

  “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” one of my friends asked.

  “That depends on what you’re thinking, but I think we should take these to the same people we just brought a pumpkin,” I said.

  “Let’s just have one first,” my friend said.

  “We don’t need it. They may be happier with it than us,” I said.

  “Please… just one each. And then we’ll give the rest to them.”

  “Okay, I think we deserve at least one piece of candy,” I admitted.

  We all picked our favorite and went back to the poor people we knew. Most of them didn’t mind us bothering them, especially when we brought them candy. It felt good to give something back to the community. I apologized to the people I had wronged, and everything turned out to go well.

  Entry 8: Back to the Nether

  After the Halloween fun I had in the village, I decided that it was time for me to move on. I had lived in that village all my life, but when I came to the Nether, I felt right at home. I was immune to the lava, there was all kinds of fun stuff to do for a pigman, and there was hardly any threat.

  It was the place to be.

  I said goodbye to my friends and to my friendly teacher, Ms. Barley. I said goodbye to the psychologist who had showed me the way.

  And I left.

  I left to the Nether.

  It was great. Nice and hot, like a Jacuzzi. It didn’t burn my skin and I loved swimming in it. There was enough food to go around, since all I had to do, was step outside, hunt for something and roast it above the lava.

  And guess where I slept… in the cave near the amazing sword. Anytime I felt sick or tired, I would it and feel the renewed energy flow through my body. It was pure magic.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Mob

  A Minecraft Mob Diary

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Note 1: Keep Calm

  Note 2: Cover Your Tracks

  Note 3: Be Precise

  Note 4: Don’t Flirt with the Big Boss’ Daughter

  Note 5: Avoid Shady Characters

  Note 6: Always Have a Weapon

  Note 7: Just Stop

  Introduction

  In the game of Minecraft, a mob can be anything… any moving object or living thing. But in this book, you’ll find a whole different meaning of the word “mob,” as you embark on a journey to deal with gangsters and criminals with Vincenzo, who is slowly finding out what to do and definitely what not to do when dealing with a bund of low-life outlaws.

  Enjoy the funny notes and the exciting adventures of this Minecraft book as you read about a criminal who lived a life he wished he wouldn’t. Empathize with the main character while he undergoes a process of improvement, and a change of attitude.

  Note 1: Keep Calm

  I don’t want to sound too dramatic here, but I quit.

  I recently quit the business.

  I was never sure about it in the first place, but now I know I made the right decision. When it was time, it just dawned on me: I had to stop doing this. I can’t make up for everything I did wrong and I am not proud of my past transgressions, but now I feel free. I have released myself from the bonds that were dragging me down the drain.

  What am I talking about, right?

  Well, let me clarify it a little. I worked in a crime organization. There were guns and drugs and smugglers and killers. It was a dark underground movement: The mob.

  It all started with my family. My dad was in the business, so I was simply being prepared to take over after his death… which could be anytime, because people were killing each other constantly. You never knew when your life was going to be over.

  At first, I had no idea what was going on. You know, like a kid, just hopping along with his father, trusting that his deeds were proper and justified. But as I grew up, I discovered more and more that turned me away from it. I started hating it, but I stayed in it, partially because I was afraid they would kill me if I would leave.

  Meanwhile, I took some notes about things I learned when you’re in an illegal business, but then again, I think they would apply to anyone’s life.

  Let me explain what happened on that rainy day when everything went wrong when my Italian family was panicking over nothing.

  “Vincenzo!” my father yelled.

  “What’s wrong, dad?” I asked.

  “Did you do what I asked? You were supposed to have the stuff ready to go an hour ago.”

  “I’m sorry, dad. It won’t happen again.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Just get it ready now and you’re good.”

  “Sure, dad.”

  I got the machine in the car that my dad had pointed out; it was a machine that can block any lasers and alarm systems, thus providing us a safe way through any building we wanted to break into. The only thing we had to watch out for, was that we wouldn’t be seen and/or recognized.

  We always wore hats. And although I still don’t know why exactly, I just copied everyone else’s behavior. I loved my hat and I loved the suit I would usually wear. Maybe they did it to look fancy or rich, and maybe they did it to somewhat cover their faces when they had to in order to avoid being recognized. I don’t know, but they all did it. The entire mob did it.

  I got the car ready, meaning that I put the machine in it and drove it in front of the large house we all lived in.

  “What are we going to steal, dad?” I asked in innocence.

  “Not steal, son… confiscate. We are going to confiscate a golden apple.”

  “Why would we steal a golden apple? You can’t even eat those.”

  “True, but you can get a truckload of money for one. Right guys? Heh heh…”

  My dad laughed first, but I noticed soon that the four other guys with hats and suits made sure to laugh about his silly jokes. They wouldn’t dare stand up to him. It was always like that. You don’t stand up to your boss; but my dad was not the big boss. There was another boss above him. It was a simple matter of hierarchy. He would have to answer to another guy above him.

  And where was I?

  Way at the bottom.

  That’s why I was preparing the car for our “little trip.”

  “Move in, boys,” my dad said. “We are about to peel a heavy apple, if you know what I mean.”

  The others chuckled. Another dumb joke. Oh well, I didn’t mind it. It wasn’t my dad I grew tired of. It was the whole organization, the corruption, and the moral dilemmas I had to face after a while.

  We got in the car and drove towards a museum with high security technology. I was curious to find out if our machine would work here too, since it probably had its flaws. We drove to the other side of the street. It was late in the evening, so that the hats definitely covered half of our faces with their shadows, something that would be convenient if anyone tried to spot us and arrest us later.

  The heavy rain was covering our identity even more and discouraging people from hanging out in this public spot.

  “We go to the side. There is an emergency exit there that I know how to open without making a sound,” my dad said.

  We snuck around the side, jumping over a few hedges, and walking around a fountain. We looked for security guards but found none. Obviously, nobody felt like being outside in this terrible weather. Or perhaps they thought the alarm system was good enough to keep them informed of any intruders. Interesting… was that going to prevent our machine from working? I hoped not. I didn’t feel like getting caught.

  “Let’s go over here,” my dad whispered to the others. He jumped over another bush, but because it was slippery, he felt flat on his face.

  “Ouch!”

  I saw a slight tendency in the others to burst out laughing, but they controlled themselves and held it in. One of the guys looked the other way, probably to avoid being caught with a smile. It was funny… hilarious actually, but they weren’t supposed to laugh at their superior, so they refrained from doing so.

  “Will one of you idiots help me up?” my dad asked.

  “Sorry, boss.”

  “No problem, boss.”

  Meanwhile, I was dragging the infamous machine to the side door and waiting for further instructions. My dad limped over to me and took a crowbar out of this jacket. The others looked at him and were waiting for his next move.

  “Wait,” I said. “That’s your genius plan? A simple crowbar? Won’t that sound the alarm?”

  “Of co
urse not. You see this? This will work more miracles than that fancy technology of yours. Turn on the machine and we’ll be even safer. It will work; trust me.”

  I put the machine down and turned it on. Vibrating waves emanated from the technological wonder, blocking the electrical pulses the opening door would send to the alarm system. My dad opened the door as I watched the machine shake up and down.

  CLING!

  The door opened.

  We all waited.

  We stood there with our mouths open, gazing at the door that was so easily opened up by this break-in specialist.

  “Wow, dad. That was quick,” I said.

  “Thanks, son. One day, you’ll be a pro like me. Now let’s go inside.”

  The alarm didn’t go off. I was relieved. We went through the hallway and snuck into the main hall.

  “What are you being so quiet for?” my dad said after a while. “There’s no one here. See? Helloooooo!”

  I wasn’t too comfortable with my dad being like that. Was he challenging fate? Why couldn’t he just be a little safer about this? I mean, wouldn’t it be better to take a little extra care and be more cautious? What if there was a security guard?

  “What are you looking at, son? There is no risk. We’ll just go in and get the golden apple.”

  His attitude was driving me nuts, but I was stuck with him and he was still my dad. We opened another door, a bigger one this time. There it was!

  It was the golden apple! But what was that glow around it? What was going on with the purple glow around it? It didn’t seem normal.