The Minecrafters

by ChaoticaHarmonica321

First published

A: Why did you have to get that sword from the damn salesman!?
S: How was I supposed to know that we would go to another world?
E: Can you both be quiet? I want to take benefits from being in stone, not deal with your bickering!
[size=0.75em]S: Um… Please stop fighting. It's kinda nice here, although they did lock us into stone.[/size]
Will you all stop arguing for once! I need to talk to the person that's reading this.
Hello! I am Johnathan, and my friends and I got tricked by a Resident Evil 4 Merchant. He sold us a few Minecraft-esque items, I got an enderman plush, Samantha got a diamond pickaxe, Alex got a diamond sword, Evan got a bag of redstone dust, and Sarah got a few decorative items.
Yeah, a few.
Shut up Alex!
Make me!

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This is my first displaced story, so play nice! :trollestia: