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Love MINECRAFT? **Over 18,000 words of kid-friendly fun!** This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game! Meet the Skull Kids. They're three Minecraft players who hop from world to world, hunting zombies and searching for the elusive Herobrine--the ghost in the machine. Teleporting down into a new world, the group is surprised to find that the game has changed once again, rendering almost ALL of their technology and mods useless. And when two of the Skull Kids are starving and distracted by exploring a desert village on Day 1 of their new adventure, the whole group is in danger when the sun goes down. Will the Skull Kids survive? Thank you to all of you who are buying and reading my books and helping me grow as a writer. I put many hours into writing and preparing this for you. I love Minecraft, and writing about it is almost as much fun as playing it. It’s because of you, reader, that I’m able to keep writing these books for you and others to enjoy. This book is dedicated to you. Enjoy!! After you read this book, please take a minute to leave a simple review. I really appreciate the feedback from my readers, and love to read your reactions to my stories, good or bad. If you ever want to see your name/handle featured in one of my stories, leave a review and tell me about it in there! And if you ever want to ask me any questions, or tell me your idea for a cool Minecraft story, you can email me at steve@skeletonsteve.com. Are you on my Amazing Reader List? Find out at the end of the book! June 29th, 2016 Now I’m going to try something a little different. Tell me what you guys think! This ‘Players Series’ is going to be a continuing series of books following my new characters, the players Renzor51, Molly, and quantum_steve. Make sure to let me know if you like it or not! Would you still like to see more books about mobs? More books about Cth’ka the Creeper King? I’m planning on continuing that one. ;) Don’t forget to review, and please say hi and tell me your ideas! Thanks, Ryan Gallagher, for the ideas to continue the wolf pack book! Enjoy the story. P.S. - Have you joined the Skeleton Steve Club and my Mailing List?? You found one of my diaries!! This particular book is the continuing story of some Minecraft players—a trio of friends who leap from world to world, searching for the elusive Herobrine. They’re zombie hunters and planeswalkers. They call themselves “The Skull Kids”. Every time these Skull Kids hop into a new world, they start with nothing more than the clothes they’re wearing, and they end up dominating the realm where they decide to live. What you are about to read is the first collection of diary entries from Renzor51, the player and member of the Skull Kids who documents their adventures, from the day they landed on Diamodia and carved out their own little empire, and beyond. Be warned—this is an epic book! You’re going to care about these characters. You’ll be scared for them, feel good for them, and feel bad for them! It’s my hope that you’ll be sucked up into the story, and the adventure and danger will be so intense, you’ll forget we started this journey with a video game! With that, future readers, I present to you the tale of the Skull Kids, Book 1. The Skull Kids Ka-tet Renzor51 Renzor51 is the warrior-scribe of the group, and always documents the party’s adventures and excursions into game worlds. He’s a sneaky fighter, and often takes the role of a sniper, but can go head to head with the Skull Kids’ enemies when needed. A natural artist, Renzor51 tends to design and build many of the group’s fortresses and structures, and keeps things organized. He also focuses a lot on weapon-smithing and enchanting, always seeking out ways to improve his gear. Molly

going to get their guard up. We need to be smart about this.’ He turned his back to the tents as if he couldn’t bear to look at them anymore and stared into the sky. ‘Then what do you suggest?’ Jamie thought for a second. ‘I’d bet that most of them are holding drugs or a weapon of some kind. And they definitely don’t want a team of uniformed officers and dogs down here.’ ‘So we offer them a choice?’ Roper didn’t seem enthused by the idea. ‘Let me talk to them.’ She wasn’t really asking, and turned back before Roper could say anything else. She cleared her throat, choosing the right tone. ‘We know that Grace Melver sleeps down here. We just want to ask her a few questions. We don’t know which tent is hers, so we’re going to need you to help us out, alright?’ She looked back and forth, but the shelters were unmoving, all the inhabitants waiting behind their doors, not daring to even breathe. ‘This can go one of two ways — either someone tells us where Grace is and which tent is hers, or we’re going to get a whole team of officers down here with sniffer dogs and vans and we’re going to search every last one of these tents until we find what we’re looking for.’ She let that sink in. ‘I don’t want to spend my entire afternoon watching them confiscate your stuff and put you in handcuffs, so what’s it going to be? You help us out, and we’ll be out of here in minutes. If you don’t…’  Roper came up behind her and planted his feet, folding his arms and sucking his teeth. Jamie could feel her heart beating under her jacket, a sense of nervousness creeping up her spine, that from the impenetrable wall of tarps someone was just going to lurch out at them with a knife.  She had the unshakeable feeling that Oliver Hammond had escaped a cruel fate he was never meant to. That his body was never meant to be found. And a clue as to why that was lay somewhere just inside the fortress of tents.

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