"Chop!"
That was the sound of Steven was gathering wood for a new house he was planning to build. He kept cutting trees down until it was almost nighttime.
It was turning night as Steven finished off the last tree. A skeleton spotted him and shot an arrow. "Crap Crap Crap!!" "No Food!" "I'm dead!" Steven ran for his life as the familiar shack appeared over the hill. Steven ran in and slammed the door behind him.
Steven's POV
I was out of breath and starving by the time I got to my shack. Opening my food chest, I grabbed some raw porkchops and put them in the furnace to cook. I had my dinner and almost forgot about that skeleton until he shot that damn arrow, shattering my window. By that time, I was pissed. I took my sword and sliced his skull/head off. I hung his head on my wall as a trophie and went to bed, exhausted.
The next day I decided to build my new house. I strapped on a jet pack and checked the hydrogen inside, and it was nearly full.
Placing down the foundation of the house of block at a time, I thought to myself, "This is gonna take a real long time."
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Third Person POV
Steven put the last block of his house down. He had spent nearly the whole day building it. He thought to himself "Now to spent another whole day trying to decorate it!
He went into his shack and put the jet pack in the recharger, and got some bread from his chest.
After Steven ate, he put the building materials in the computer, and went to his new house.
He placed down a bed and fell asleep in his new home.
