The Pickaxe Calls For Me

I was always just a miner...
A poor, poor miner...
I used you on every trip…
Then one day, you disappeared…
What had happened to you…
There was no way for me to know you broke…
Now I just sit here…
With no more purpose…
A pickaxe means everything to a miner…
And now…
I have no reason to live…
I was going to become a famous miner with you by my side...
So now that you are gone...
I take the remains of your stone-cutting blade...
And mine one last time...
I slit my throat...
Happy to know that I will see you again in heaven...
My dear pickaxe...
The only friend to a lonely miner...
You call for me, dear pickaxe...
I want to join you...
Wherever you are...
But I am Steve...
Forever doomed to respawn...
So here I sit...
Slitting my throat countless times...
And respawning...
Never able to join you...
I hear your calls dear pickaxe...
But I am Steve...
The only human in the world...
Who passes his time by trying to answer your calls...
I WILL GET YOU BACK!
I jumped into the pure code that made up this stupid world...
I found you again...
I was so happy...
But I couldn't forgive the world who took my pickaxe away...
I jammed you in my eyes and took out my pupils...
Making my eyes white...
But I could still see...
Because of you, my dear pickaxe...
Being in the code granted you so much power...
I used you...
to…
destroy...
I destroyed the world with you...
I thought I was a hero destroying the evil world...
So I know to call myself Herobrine...
But then I found out that there were more evil worlds...
So I used you, my dear pickaxe, to open a rift...
I now travel through worlds destroying them...
For what they did to you my dear pickaxe...
The source of my powers...
I gave you infinite durability...
Now, we are heroes...
Destroying the evil worlds...
The...
Pickaxe...
Calls...
For...
Me...
So what do you think? Let me know in the comments! -GREEN0704
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