Razor

Most stories about Minecraft are the normal Herobrine rip-offs, but I assure you, this is real.

Where to begin? Well me and my friend were trolling on a server, and we had just been caught by the server owner. As punishment we had to go through a grueling obstacle course, that none had ever returned from.

We went in at the same time, and our first obstacle was a chest. Inside was a single, dagger called, "Razor." My friend took it, and he...he... looked me into the eyes, and growled in a deep, ancient tone, "KILL!" He drew the dagger and attacked. I dodged and blocked, but eventually, it wasn't enough. He struck me, and my character was killed. When I died, I felt like something...left me. I respawned in the room, and my friend was gone. All that was left was a single, bloody, razor. I picked it up, and as soon as my fingers touched the blade, I felt raw power cousing through my veins. I was then teleported back to my house, which had been raided while I was gone. I know who it was...SweetKawaiiPup!!! They wantED revenge, but I FOUND them first...

The razor was still in my inventory...so I drew it and offered a $1,000,000 (in-game) for their head...but in the end...I did the final stroke...

The rAzor needs MORE MORE MORE IT NEEDS MORE IM COMING FOR YOU I WILL HAVE MY VENFBSKE.SKE.EXE