Carl the creeper was just taking a walk in the streets of Minevill before a big wedge of cheese fell on him. "What in the Overworld is going on here?" asked Carl. He watched a cart fall on a stranger then picked the man up in his arms.
"The Overworld is filled with creatures that want the cheese so badly that they will do anything for it. Somewhere in this crazy city is someone who knows what to do with that cheese." Then came Rufus the noir, whom was in jail and released himself.
"Nobody cares about a noir who is in jail." Fate entered the court room, he was very confused. He asked the court if he can see Mr. Grimwood the evil. "I think I am in trouble," Fate said. And he was right.
There stood Sir Galahad the knight. "Yes, I am in trouble, I tried to steal a magical book from someone, but they disappeared into a hole in the ground."Mr. Grim took that book, I want it back!" Mr. Grim looked at the book in his hands, he told Fate that it doesn't belong to him."So you threw the book in a sewer to cover your theft?" Fate's heart was pounding so hard that he could hear his heart.
"Why would anyone steal from me?" Fate wanted to hit the wall, but he can't, Mr. Grim stared at him with a serious face."Sewers is just a back door for the Palace of Ruin." Mr. Grim opened a door to the council room. The dark king stood up and walked in the room. He saw Fate and stood up in his corner.
"Okaaaaaay? Welp, more for me," questioned Carl, who was lactose-intolerant. He turned around to see the cheese was already half eaten by the Players of Minecraft. "You darn kids get off my gravity," cried an angry Carl. The players ignored him without even thinking of what just happened and continued to eat the cheese. Carl watched as the big wedge got smaller and smaller and smaller until there was only one piece left.
That piece belonged to the most handsome man in the server - Archibald the Enchanter. All of the girls would have fainted and let him have the cheese, but they and all the boys wanted the last piece of cheese as well.
"Then it's war," said the Enchanted. He got the entire armies of America, Russia, North Korea, and China, who had agreed to join the war because they were bored AF. The players got an army of YouTubers and snorkelers (because that one topic always gets into these stories in one way or another), and the war had begun.
The Enchanter's side began shooting cannons at the other side. "Let's not fight, let's start making excuses," said Carl to everyone in the World of Minecraft.

The Enchanter didn't seem to pay attention to that suggestion. He saw some actors who play Minecraft the Musical and said "we should attack him for his epic movie not being out yet."
They had other fun suggestions like accusing him of plagiarism and ruining original music. They all agreed that Carl was pretty much the worst of everyone. They ended the war because they were bored AF as well and it would've been a bit boring if the war continued.
"What was that?" asked an angry Carl. He was getting even more scared because he realized that someone was stealing his cheese. The Evil Order of the Cheese had stolen Carl's cheese from him. Carl then searched his entire house but could not find the stolen cheese.
The players and Grimwood's army was searching the world for the evil cheese. Suddenly, the Evil Order used their powers to freeze time in their palace. That gave Carl, the only one to still have his cheese, time to search his entire house once again. The cheese was still missing and he knew exactly who had it, and where it was.
The Evil Order had captured Carl, and Carl knew that it was him who stole Carl's cheese, and he was the Evil Order's revenge for him stealing their queen, Elema. Elema and Carl had already fallen in love, and he found out that she was pregnant. Carl didn't want to break up with Elema and-
"Wait, we're married?" asked Carl. "I don't even know this dude.""Just go with it," whispered Elema, who was also a Creeper like Carl. Carl meh-d. As I was saying, Carl didn't want to break up with Elema and-

"We know," said Carl. "Besides, AI is nearly out of ink. Can we just end this story?" Fine, we can end the story. The cheese magically appeared into thin air and Carl remembered he was lactose-intolerant.
"Wait a minute - I'm not lactose-intolerant," said Carl. "This is a DREAM." Carl imagined a giant never-ending edible cheesy mansion, with cheese toilets, cheese TV's, cheese gift shops, cheese pools, hardened cheese snorkeling gear, cheese- you get the point. Thus, they all lived happily ever after before a giant cheese devil filled the clouds and sky a blood red. Blood rained from the blood-cheesy clouds and the devil got a straw.
"This is the last straw," said the Devil. He drank all the melted cheese from the cheese, leaving all whom was in it sitting with nothing but hardened cheese wetsuits and hardened cheese snorkeling gear. The girls in the pool began to cry melted cheese and melted cheese flew out of their snorkels. Everyone began to cry melted cheese. Carl began tearing too, but he sneezed the cheesy tears.

CHAPTER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

For the rest of his dreamy life, Carl was stuck in a never-ending time loop, as the next morning in his dream, everyone was quietly crying cheese in their sleep. Carl wakes up every time the players all wake up sobbing cheese loudly. They eat cheesy pancakes with cheesy tears for breakfast. They pretend to swim in the pool wearing their hardened cheese wetsuits and hardened cheese snorkeling gear, and they cry melted cheese and melted cheese fly out of their snorkels.
They sing a brushing "song" when they brush their teeth to the tune of the classic piano sad theme. "Vruhç, Vruhç, Vruhç, Vruhç yurr keeeeeç," they sing in sad, whimpering voices, sniffling and crying cheese while they brush their teeth with cheese-flavored toothpaste on their hardened-cheese toothbrushes. The same stuff repeated every day, and the players were skinny, handsome, and stuck in their early 20's every single day.
This trend continued for months, until one day, some rich dude in his 80's decided to take a vacation here. "Why the sad faces?" he asked. "That's how it's been for nearly months," said Carl. "Try to lighten them up," the rich dude said. "Why didn't I think of that before?" chanted a delightful Carl. He bonked his head.
The players, who had sad faces, were whimpering, and some chattering, suddenly looked ahead two seconds later. Their frowns quickly turned into neutral mouths. Two seconds later, they immediately switched to smiles from cheek to cheek. The next second, they were jumping and cheering and dancing and hugging and kissing and partying.
"Well, that's a banger," said Carl the Creeper. "Come on, everybody," said the rich man. "Let's throw a party." "YEEEEAH," said the jumping in excitement players. The players are now wearing party outfits, hats, and even party horns in their mouth regularly.
Everyday became another endless loop, but this time, they were all delighted. Carl and the rich man both wake up every time the players all wake up jumping up and cheering for joy. They eat cheesy pancakes with melted cheese confetti for breakfast. The tears have refilled the pool, and they swim in it wearing their hardened cheese wetsuits and hardened cheese snorkeling gear, smiling in their snorkels, the edges of the mouthpiece almost visible.
They sing a brushing "song" when they brush their teeth to the tune of the classic piano sad theme, now an epic and happy rock tune with a very quick tempo. "Vruhç, Vruhç, Vruhç, Vruhç yurr keeeeeç. Everyone Vruhç yurr keeeeeç," they sing in happy voices while they brush their teeth with cheese-flavored toothpaste on their hardened-cheese toothbrushes. The same stuff repeated every day, and the players were still skinny, handsome, and stuck in their early 20's every single day.
The next week, the cycle continued, but Carl and the rich man did notice a subtle difference between today and the previous days. The players were acting, sounding, and even looking happier than before. Day by day, the players were getting happier, louder, party-er, and active-er. One day, it even sounded like it was uncontrollable. The next, they looked up in the sky to see the devil!!!
"So it was you all along," said the old man. "My name is Feif," said the old- er, Feif. "Thank you," he said. "Yes, I am cursing the players," said the devil whose name was Karold. "My name is Loiid, but, er, ok," he questioned. "But the thing is-," he conti-
"SHUT UP!"

Ok.



Loiid: "That's better. But the thing is, I didn't do that. They're just going bananas."
Carl: "So AI is out of juice. AGAIN."

Fief: "Well, if it is, let's rap up this story once and for all. The players got so happy they exploded into cheese-"
AI: into cheese spearfishers wearing their hardened cheese wetsuits and hardened cheese snorkeling gear (but they don't need it since they can now breath in cheese and water, but that's for no reason at all). They now live in the pool which is now clear water that looks like cheese - that does not affect any of the other cheese in any way - and it has coral, kelp, seaweed, and fish in it. They continue the forever cycle of happiness, this time in their new house underwater. Then Carl woke up and his dream self and everyone else in the dream lived happily ever after the end.

Others: OK.

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