On my first world, I had a small home carved into the side of a hill. I built a balcony overlooking the front lawn. At night I would stand on the balcony and taunt the monsters below. I recall one partricular night where a group of agitated creepers were beneath the balcony, but i was well out of there reach. As i laughed and called them names, a creeper landed right next to me, having jumped down on to the balcony from a ledge above. I leaped away as the creeper exploded amd blew the balcony to pieces I survived the blast but fell to the lawn below, smack-dab in the middle of the angry gang of creepers.




The moral of the story? Creepers always get the last laugh.

lol that is the moral

yea i mean creepers look kind of like green exploding clowns.

Sooooooo funny LOL CX

Yea they do look like that