The Darkest Day for Minecraft...

John was playing Minecraft one day, because Minecraft was his favorite game, obviously. Little did he know, this would not end well for him... not well at all...
For on that day, Minecraft was raided by furries.
John joined his favorite server, Lifeboat Network, because he was a filthy, smelly Windows 10 edition user. But something was wrong. The lobby, which was usually bustling with people selecting their favorite game or just staring off into the distance blankly, was completely empty, save for himself.
"What the heck?" he thought as he stared at his crappy four-year-old laptop's screen. "Is the server broken or something? Did my wifi drop?"
But he was WRONG. OH, SO WRONG.
For at that moment, about twenty players joined at once. But they were all wearing fursuit skins. John wasn't all that concerned, however. He didn't really care about what skins people wore, as long as they weren't completely naked or something. But, he began to grow a bit suspicious when the usually silent chat was flooded with a torrential downpour of "UwU" and "OwO" and "OwO what's this?"
He tried to just join Bedwars, but he couldn't. He was kicked right back to the lobby, which changed into a furry convention hall with posters of unmentionable horror everywhere. John was creeped out at this point. He tried to close Minecraft, but his computer wouldn't let him. So, in a last ditch effort, he asked in the active chat, "What's going on here?"
Suddenly, the convention/lobby fell silent... all the furries turned and looked at him.
"He's nowt one owv us! OwO" said one.
"Convert him!" said another.
John freaked out and shut his computer. He stared off into the void for a bit, processing what just happened.
Suddenly, he heard his front door open, and a mob of people (Animals? Creatures? I don't know.) rush upstairs. His bedroom door opened...
THE FURRIES WERE AT HIS HOUSE.
"OwO what's this?" one said.
As they approached him, John screamed for God to have mercy on him, but since I am the narrator (basically god of this story) and unmerciful, nobody answered his cries.
...
The next day, John joined Lifeboat again. But he had changed. His avatar was a neon pink fox/wolf/deer/bird/rat/toilet hybrid.
"UwU" he said in the chat. His message blended in with a sea of simular ones.
He had become one of them.
THE (horrible) END.
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