I’m an avid Minecraft player, and a big fan of Creepypasta, so when I heard that there existed Creepypasta about Minecraft, I was excited. I had big hopes for pastas about the game. I mean, it’s Minecraft! Endless possibilities, right? You can be original with it, right? … Right? Wrong. And what becomes of him? Nothing. He will venture into hell itself, slay horrible abominations, and stop The End from destroying the world he became attached to. And no one will be there to notice. No one will be there to care. No one. Only him. He’ll even (once) see a message, apparently sent by his gods.