Block Game Beve

Beve's House.

December 24th.

The thunder thundering outside Beve's thunder-blocking window thundered thunderously. This was the night of December 24th, and all through the house, a single creature was stirring, playing on mouse.

Beve's thunderous noise blocking thunder-proof windows shielded them from the thunderous thunder outside - while their brand new speaker set only served to amplify the thundering thunder that thundered from their personal computer. For this very thunderous of Christmas Eves, Beve had finally begun to play the niche and underrated videogame, Minecraft. A game where you can go outside even on the most thunderous of nights and emerge completely unharm completely harmed.

"That's not right," Beve wondered aloud, "my state of the art speaker system should have picked up that, uhhh, thunderous hiss from the creeper before it thunderously thundered (writer's note: exploded) and killed me."

The death screen flashed its message upon Beve's display, as if taunting them.

"No way. If I was in Minecraft, I totally would have survived that." Beve once more wondered aloud, their voice not very thunderous. "But it's a shame that Minecraft will never be real, and I'll never get to prove it."

The morally questionable wizard outside their window: