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.
"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert. Steve had spent the morning mining obsidian
He stopped. He looked at the cake, then at his HUD, and then at a single, lonely piece of dried kelp. He could leap over fences with ease
Suddenly, the world felt… heavy. When he tried to jump out of the mine, his knees buckled. He didn’t clear the one-block gap. He landed with a heavy thud , the sound of his boots hitting the stone echoing louder than usual. His movement speed dropped. He wasn't sprinting; he was waddling. "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.