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Hey! This is for the 2019 Christmas competition!

This is a story based off an actual experience.

I played Minecraft. A LOT!

People said I was addicted usually, but I tried denying it. I couldn't bear myself to ever even wonder if I was an addict. TO A VIDEO GAME!!! There was one experience though... I didn't quit Minecraft, but I was more cautious. This all happened when one user, NexoKing, invited me over to his private world.

I've played on it a few times, and I did not appreciate this. You spawned on a dock. There was thick fog, that blurred your vision. You followed a trail through these dark gloomy woods. I kept glancing behind me expecting something to pop out. Finally I reached it. His old cabin. I crept up the stairs, and slowly with an old and unforgiving creak, I opened the door.

He stood there covered in blood. batting something.

Uhh...

Did I come too early?

He shut the door on me. So, I waited. A few expanding minutes, he opens the door, wearing a christmas shirt.

 Pardon me, I was beating some food.

 That's fine...

 Well then I'll go tell the other guests you're here...

I was surprised cause when he DM'd me, he said nothing about there being other guests.

 Well there's Bart and Kristian

I replied with a hi, and so did they. Very formal. Last time I was in this server. We were chased by things in the sewer.