I Toy With You

Hello.

You know me.

Yet you don't.

I own you.

I own this world.

I own this stupid game.

You are my toy dear player...

And I love to play with you...

Making you feel pain and labor every night...

And forcing you to play a game which has the exact same premise...

So evil...

So delicious...

So fun...

You are just my puppet.

Accept it dear player.

I giggle at your pleas.

I laugh at your attempts to escape your fate...

I smile when you fail...

I let you smile when you find diamonds or a village...

But I never let you smile other than that time...

I may like you...

I may help you...

''But the truth is... I give you Hell...''

And I enjoy every moment of it...

Player...

I curse you...

I hurt you...

I help you...

I KILL you...

Do you know who I am player?

Do you really want to know?

Shame.

Because today...

Is your last...

I hope you like the sensation of aa knife brushing across your cheek.

Because you're going to feel it forever...

The pain.

The Hell.

The torture.

I never got any of that.

So why should you?

YOU don't deserve it!

No one does...

Do you know what that's like?

To have your life be Hell?

To just survive by the skin of your teeth?!

I hope not...

Because I want to make you feel that...

-Minecraft