Ngao and his sister

In Minecraft’s world, a ghostly fright, Haunting a sister in the dead of night. With panic and fear, the rescue takes flight, In rhymes we narrate, the story so tight. The crowd knows our faces, our beats, and our art, Crafting Minecraft news with a playful spark. Each update we lace with a grin and a spin, In every pulsing line, let the truth take wing. So leap into the verse, no need for a start, Just spin the finest rhymes, let the story sing. With eyes on the scene, sharp and keen, Describing their moves, in a narrative… Read More