A poem
Start A place of stuff
[he plays, Steve went on a quest., He
saw many lands and it was a curious place., He felt that the world
was quaint and capable, but it was very empty.
So he spawned a capsul., Error said the game, it responded with much light!, Steve too was with light!
,
Its type was non existent., Their was
several things that could be said,
but Steve was interested in other
stuff.,
Type error responded their was a few
bugs.,
It was somewhat limiting in nature.,
What if he created pocket dimensions.,
And made a different landscape outside
the base,
where it held other information.,
He thought about it and realized he had
much use.,
Then Steve said, let us go!,
But their was that bug.,
Cause steve was looking for things to
code,,
He continued to think,
He hopes it has a completed end.,
He realizes their should be time
limit, but he's stuck in the game.,
He could run,
but that would suck,
cause he might loose.,
He waits, he plays
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] Will it work?
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