Suddenly, the world felt… heavy. When he tried to jump out of the mine, his knees buckled. He didn’t clear the one-block gap. He landed with a heavy thud , the sound of his boots hitting the stone echoing louder than usual. His movement speed dropped. He wasn't sprinting; he was waddling.
He began a forced marathon across the sand. He spent three days and three nights doing nothing but jumping, sprinting, and digging holes just to fill them back in. Slowly, the number ticked down. 8,000… 5,000… 3,000. Suddenly, the world felt… heavy
"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert. He landed with a heavy thud , the
By the time he reached the surface, his calorie count was sitting at a staggering . He looked down at his diamond armor—it looked tight. Every step cost him massive amounts of stamina. He tried to swing his pickaxe at a stray zombie, but the swing was slow and labored. He began a forced marathon across the sand