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 stopped. He looked at the cake, then at his HUD, and then at a single, lonely piece of dried kelp. By the time he reached the surface, his
"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert. He tried to swing his pickaxe at a
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. "I need to run this off," Steve wheezed,
Steve sighed and ate the kelp. Being a hero was a lot more about diet than he ever expected.