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(created 2013-07-28 07:06):
(Creeper opens mailbox.) "Eh? Whatsssss thisssss? A invite?"
Dear Mr. Creeper.
Hello! We are the Creepers Anonymous social group. We have been alerted too your recent behavior, and suggest you join our group. We work 24/7 with each individual to help get all the stress out of you. Please call this number for more information.
144-456-CREEP
Thank you!
(Creeper thinks.) "Uh.. okayssssss..."
Meet Mr. Crispy Creeper. He's always been a wee bit on the violent side, and most people ignore him, and avoid him. He wasn't always like this. It all started (or so he says) when he joined an anger management group. He said they we're going to test something on him. It turned out, that they jolted him with lightning. They weren't actually a anger management. They were a harsh, mean faction bent on raiding little kids who made really nice houses, but forgot to protect them from tnt. After being infused with lightning, Crispy here was strapped with tnt. They pushed him towards a little house, saying that they wanted him to blow up. He refused at first, but they threatened him. He wandered towards the house filled with fear. A face appeared at the window. It was a normal Steve skin. Probably some little kid, trembling with fear. Standing next to the door, he closed his eyes tight, and hissed with all his might. A white flash went off, and explosions went everywhere. Though something was wrong. He wasn't dead. The house was completely demolished, everything in the area leveled. The griefers looked up. They charged forwards, confidant that their Prot. IV armor and their Golden apples would save them. "Hey, back off.", Crispy said. They came closer. "I said back off!", he said again, but they closed in. Hissing, he closed his eyes again. A flash later, and the griefers were gone-- nothing but death particles.
Years later, Crispy has become a pop icon in the Creeper society. Young Creepers look up to him, calling him a hero. Adult Creepers don't know what to call him. He doesn't die, and he blows up bigger then any other Creeper. He never stays in one place. Though he dislikes destroying stuff, he sometimes can't help it. Sometimes, he gets so mad, he goes over to the little kids houses and blows them up...
Eventually, he did die. A hero clad in golden armor killed him, though no one knows how. He says he didn't use a weapon, just words.
Enjoy all! =D Also...
Thatssss a very nice house you have there... shame if anything were too... happen too it.