Diary of an 8-Bit Warrior

Diary of an 8-Bit Warrior — page 3
Still lying in bed I simply stared at the ceiling and made that sound Hurrrrrr hurrrrrr hurrrrrr I’d trade two hundred emeralds for something that could go over my ears and block that awful noise A pillow just isn’t enough Sigh This is the life of a villager We’re helpless against the mobs Monsters that is They arrive almost every night and there’s nothing we can do except hide in our little houses I wish we could fight them off Unfortunately villagers aren’t allowed to become warriors The village elders say being a warrior is too dangerous The only thing we can do is farm farm farm Harvest harvest harvest And stay indoors all night until the sun comes up Still even if we don’t have any warriors I’ve met some They sometimes visit our village Villagetown They never stay for very long though Just long enough to rest up and trade They don’t look like us at all They have swords and armor And they go exploring And adventuring I sometimes talk to one of them His name is Steve He’s a pretty cool guy A few weeks ago he killed a couple of zombies in our village My family was especially thankful for that One of those zombies had just stood right outside the front door looking in mouth hanging open making the loudest grunting sounds 2