"Steve, stop trying to craft pizza"

"Mike, I saw you trying to borrow the chef's crafting book. Don't try to pretend you don't care."

"Alright, fine, but at least I did something. I warned some people about Herobrine, and now they are going out to warn others. Also, I talked to a Quest NPC and I got a quest."

"Alright..."

"I also bought some materials from a merchant, so get crafting and get yourself ready for tommarrow."

He dumped a bunch of iron and other materials in front of me.

"Alright...will do..."

I started crafting swords and armor and made some potions when I heard some shouting and screaming. I quickly ran down, and saw one of the wither knights.

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"Mike! What's happening?"

"They followed us, get him!"

The wither skeleton toppled another table over and charged at us, but before it could reach us, an arrow went through his eye. Not kidding. It was Jackson, he saved us right in time.

"You fellows okay?"

"Yeah, thanks, I'm Mike."

"Someone you know?"

"Yeah they ki-"

"Killed no one, cause me and Steve are too good for them, heh."

"Alright, just let me know if more of those fellows come at ye."

After some hours of cleaning up, we took a bath. I'm going to go sleep, too much stuff happened.