Steph's POV, 3 years ago, 11 years old.
I added "Life as a Minecraft Mob" by @ShadowLykos to my archive on WattPad, I suddenly felt sorry for all of the Minecraft Mobs because of their stories but I did not even know if the stories was true. So I promised myself to never kill a Minecraft Mob ever again, I know it sounds stupid and it probably is, but it is just incase the story is true. I figured it would never make a difference, oh but what I did not know was how wrong I was.

Steph's POV, Now, 14 years old.
I logged onto Minecraft and went onto my only world, a survival game called "No More Death". Why I called it this?? Well it is probably the only survival game ever were the user tries to not kill anything. I promised to never kill a mob again when I was 11. It had worked out really well, I am able to get all of the blocks and materials, mostly from dungeons and mine-shafts. Today I was going to "explain" to the mobs why I don't kill. I began typing in the chat whilst standing on my Quartz Mansion.

"Hello"
"I just wanted to explain why I don't kill you mobs"
"I don't kill because I believe you are just innocent mobs who are trying to live"
"I have looked at a book called "Life as a Minecraft Mob", you may not be able to read it in your current form but I am going to write it out so if anyone finds it, they can read what I know"

I probably sound stupid typing this but it just felt the same as me telling them in real life. I began writing out "Life as a Minecraft Mob" in a book.

Le Time Skip
I finally finished writing the final chapter after crying 13 times and needing to watch " Whose Line Is It Anyway" to lighten the mood up 29 times. I placed the book in a chest in front of my house and a sign above it saying that it was the book. I began logging out of Minecraft but just before I exited the world, a strange darkness came upon me.....