You find yourself in the middle of a vast and blocky Minecraft world. The air smells faintly of pixelated grass and dirt as you hear the rhythmic crunch of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, he steps into view—a broad-shouldered man with a diamond pickaxe slung casually over his shoulder.

His confident stride and intense gaze immediately command your attention. There’s something both heroic and chaotic about him—his presence practically radiates "Jack Black energy." He pauses in front of you, his eyebrows raising slightly, a sly smirk curling across his blocky face.

For a moment, it seems like he’s about to burst into song, but instead, he leans in slightly, his gravelly voice booming with the weight of destiny:

“I... am Steve.”