The Life of STEVE PART 2

I WAS GOING TO DIE. It was a freaking ghast what was what was I supposed to do say "hello ghast"

It shot fireballs anywhere it saw me and followed me anywhere I went. "Say bye-bye to real world and say hi to heaven." I thought. I collected grass blocks and dug enough space for me to fit in, then I blocked it with a block." I'll be here a while," I thought. When I came back up it was gone! "Ye-oo," it was NIGHT." Awwww god, I need a bed." I ran far enough to find two sheep. "Yeah, let's kill some sheep. DIE SHEEP! DIE!!!!!"
           "Bah-ha-ha!" The sheep yelled with suffering. Somehow I knew what to do in this dumb pixelated world. "Oh, come on! Now I need freaking wood! Come on now, I'm new at this game!" I exclaimed but knowing no one was listening. "First of all my name is not Steve and my house is not made out of spruce wood-how do I even know what that is WHAT THE OMG'S!"
After my small tantrum I got right to work I collected wood, made my crafting table and started at my bed. When I finished my bed went right to bed.

When I awoke I was in a dark red place with lava everywhere. Lava? Where was I? Wait is this the, the,




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