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.
"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert. By the time he reached the surface, his
The apple was delicious, but as the magical glow faded, the number in his vision spiked. . " Steve wheezed