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In the old days, Steve ate because the hunger bar rattled. A quick pork chop, a golden carrot, and he was back to sprinting across the plains. But since the "System Update," things were different. A small HUD in the corner of his vision didn't show drumsticks anymore. It showed a number: .

He stopped. He looked at the cake, then at his HUD, and then at a single, lonely piece of dried kelp. In the old days, Steve ate because the hunger bar rattled

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. A small HUD in the corner of his

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. He looked at the cake, then at his