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Spoopy Scawy 3rr0r SKELETONS! (My apologies for the trollpasta entrance. This is a creepypasta, despite it.)

Introduction
Hellur. This story is told by an eleven-year-old boy named Jackson, who's Minecraft username is JackIsDaBomb. He finds an error, which was meant to be deleted by Notch (like Herobrine). Except it wasn't. It has taken over Mojang, Notch's account, and shady Minecraft servers. This story will also introduce Meghan (TheMeginator), and Samuel (SamDaMan).

Prologue
Minecraft, Minecraft, Minecraft. Yep. Minecraft. The only video game's name I've been hearing for a month. Minecraft. So on came my birthday. My parents gave me the joy of Minecraft. Little did I know what Minecraft could have contained.

Minecraft: A Whole New Woooorld!
As soon as summer vacation came, I decided to install Minecraft onto my computer. So I went on to the Mojang website, created my account, verified my game, and waited for it to download. Once it had completed, I clicked on it. I decided to go on survival, to get a feel for the game. Creative is for chickens. I had watched a couple of let's plays, so I was prepared. I mined down some trees and turned the logs into planks. I created a crafting table, then made some sticks, so I could then make a pickaxe, sword, and axe. I mined up the crafting table and went out to find a good area to build my house. I found a village and build a large, well-crafted house with a roof. I made a door and placed it, then cut window holes. TBC (please don't put unfinished everywhere, I'll finish it within 3 days).