"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert.
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,
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. Slowly, the number ticked down
Steve had spent the morning mining obsidian. It was grueling work, and his "Calorie Burn" was high. He felt light, fast, and agile. He could leap over fences with ease. But then, he found his stash of Enchanted Golden Apples. "Just one for the haste effect," he muttered. He looked down at his diamond armor—it looked tight