The Pickaxe Calls For Me

I was always just a miner...

A poor, poor miner...

I used you on every trip...

Then one day, you disappeared...

What had happened to you...

There was no way for me to know you broke...

Now I just sit here...

With no more purpose...

A pickaxe means everything to a miner...

And now..

I have no reason to live...

I was going to become a famous miner with you by my side...

So now that you are gone...

I take the remains of your stone-cutting blade...

And mine one last time...

I slit my throat...

Happy to know that I will see you again in heaven...

My dear pickaxe...

The only friend to a lonely miner...

You call for me, dear pickaxe...

I want to join you...

Wherever you are...

But I am Steve...

Forever doomed to respawn...

So here I sit...

Slitting my throat countless times...

And respawning...

Never able to join you...

I hear your calls dear pickaxe...

But I am Steve...

The only human in the world...

Who passes his time by trying to answer your calls...

I WILL GET YOU BACK!

I jumped into the pure code that made up this stupid world...

I found you again...

I was so happy...

But I couldn't forgive the world who took my pickaxe away...

I jammed you in my eyes and took out my pupils...

Making my eyes white...

But I could still see...

Because of you, my dear pickaxe...

Being in the code granted you so much power...

I used you...

to..

destroy...

I destroyed the world with you...

I thought I was a hero destroying the evil world...

So I know call myself Herobrine...

But then I found out that there were more evil worlds...

So I used you, my dear pickaxe, to open a rift...

I now travel through worlds destroying them...

For what they did to you my dear pickaxe...

The source of my powers...

I gave you infinite durability...

Now, we are heros...

Destroying the evil worlds...

The...

Pickaxe...

Calls...

For...

Me...

So what do you think? Let me know in the comments! -GREEN0704