User:Alptraum10

The man who writes of things
When I was a boy, I was a deathly ill son of a necromancer for a mother and a drunk father. It was only in my teenage years that i found an escape from this horrid prison. Minecraft. And not just minecraft in general, but PASSIONCRAFT! Passioncraft was my dream come true, an angel to shed light on my bleeding soul. It healed me, and gave me the courage to fight against the necromancer and her sluggard minion, and now i live a happy life in an expensicve skyscraper on the moon. Do you have what it takes to stand up to life and say yes to Passioncraft? I did, and now i hang with Aliens.