Herobrine's Life

[venantalexis]

Je vais posté l'oeuvre de manu3733 un minecraftien qui a fait un roman intitulé: Herobrine's Life mais que personne ne connait.
Le texte est en Anglais ce qui fait que je vais mettre une partie de la version originale puis je traduirais et je mettrais en ligne.
En Anglais:
Prologue:
As you are exploring a cave, you notice a small, old and damaged journal beside a large, rotting chest full polished diamonds. It has the name,"Herobrine" scratched into the front. You begin to read it.

"To you, the reader: If you have found this, you are Steve. I have chosen you to read this and show others it. I am Herobrine, as you should know already from the cover.You still think I'm evil, don't you? Well, I am not. If you aren't the stubborn idiot I suspect you are, you will read this journal and find out who I really am.


Je vous laisse là dessus dites moi si cela vous plait et si oui je continuerais.

[venantalexis]

Voici la traduction mais c'est vraiment pas très bien traduit je m'en excuse.

Prologue:
Lorsque vous exploriez une grotte, vous remarquerez un petit, vieux et endommagé carnet(journal) à côté d'un grand, la poitrine en décomposition pleins de diamants polis. Il a le nom, "Herobrine" rayé à l'avant. Vous commencez à le lire.

"Pour vous, le lecteur:.. Si vous avez trouvé ceci, vous êtes Steve je vous ai choisi de lire ceci et montrer aux autres. Je suis Herobrine, comme vous devez déjà savoir de la couverture.Tu pense toujours que je suis le mal, n'est-ce pas? Eh bien, je ne suis pas. Si vous n'êtes pas l'idiot têtu je suppose que vous êtes, vous lirez ce journal et de découvrirez qui je suis vraiment.

Vous pouvez mettre des commentaires si vous voulez dire ce que vous en pensez.

[venantalexis]

My Chilhood:
Part One(because it is simply too long...):
When I was a child, I lived in a small town called Brine. I was called Herobrine after my great-grandfather's(the founder of Brine) name. The town had A LOT of sheep and the town thrived because of how much gold towns without sheep would pay for our wool. Everyone in the town was rich because we all owned several fields packed with money-makers(what we called sheep).Because of that, life was great... until one day. It was a week before my 13th brithday, the age where the boys were considered men.Two years before this, a mad scientist had been banisehd from the village because he began raising the dead as zombies.He was also know to be messing with some livestock and mutating them intodisgusting beasts. Anyway, on the day, we saw him running towards the town. The guards blocked his path and told him to begone, his reply was a mad laugh while an army of monsters ran up from behind him and attacked the town. While the guards were staring at the army behind him, the scientist quickly drank a potion that turned him into a dragon. These were the creatures: four-legged, yet upright, green that blew them selves up, zombies, tall black creatures that...well...HATED being stared at zombies, spiders that were almost the size of men, upright , half-zombies half-pig things that wielded golden swords, skeletons and flying white things that breathed fire. I bet most of those are familiar to you as they now roam the world, except for the few that I banishedto the Nether a few years ago. Anyway, they destroyed everything in their path and everyone, except for me, lay dead on the ground. The dragon stared at me in a confused manner. He told his monsters by a movement of his hand to surround me. He stared at me for a while before suddenly swooping down and picking me up. He brought me to a cave with two portals in it. He led me through both, showing me one that was like hell and another that was nothing but darkness filled with monsters. He spoke to me about how after the people of Brine "betrayed" him, no one else let him near their towns, villages, farms or whatever.He said that as revenge he was going to destroy the world with his army of monsters, before leaving me in his hell realm and closing the portal so I couldn't escape.