It had started on January 9th, 2013. I just bought Minecraft and Call of Duty for my child's 11th birthday, which might've been the worst decision anyone could make (let's be honest here). Now I might have to deal with sounds of gunshots throughout my house which would be extremely annoying to say the least.
When it was time for my child to open his presents after DEMOLISHING the cake, the first game he had put into the Xbox 360 was Minecraft. I sat there watching him play the game and I could tell that he genuinely likes the game. I just bought the game from a creepy old man at a flea market for free, which is a great choice for my part. I had saved money.
I don't particularly like buying items from crack addicts, but this was a deal. I wasn't gonna drive to the nearest Best Buy and buy a game over thirty bucks.
However, as days went by, strange things would to the game. Cohen, my bastard child son, would complain about how random players would somehow gain entry into his server and "grief" everything. I didn't think anything of it because he could have accidentally put his game into multiplayer mode. Also, this user by the name of "Herobrian" or whatever his name is was trolling my son.
He wouldn't stop bothering me with, "OMG, ZOMG SCARY. HEROBRIAN HAS DESTROYED MY WORLD. BRUH. WTH." before crying about 'Herobrian is scary creepypasta'. What the fuck is a creepypasta? Since when did Cohen become traumatized about spooky spaghetti? I don't know, maybe he should stay off the internet for a while.
I woke up this morning with the wonderful sounds of birds chirping, bee's buzzing, and the sounds of Cohen screaming about seeing "Herobrian" to his friends on Omegle. I was annoyed beyond belief. After that day, I took the Minecraft game and burned it. I then replaced the game with Banjo-Kazooie: Nuts and Bolts.