I had no name. I had no birth. I had no life. Yet there i was, on a sandy beach. I had no idea where I was, or why I was there. It just occured to me that I had to survive. I was in... Minecraft.
The First Day of My Existance
I looked out to see a forest of trees in front of me, a ocean behind me, and a gravel-sand mixture beach below me. It occured to me I needed a shelter. Wood would do for now (ha wood would:) ), but stone will replace it later. I went over to the trees and said aloud "Now, how will I destroy it?" This was a predicamend. I kicked it in anger "godang it! I havend been here five minuets and I'm already gonna die!". To my surprise the tre broke with ease. "well... that w=makes things better" That was the first time i had smiled. I started punching the tree and putting the smaller peices into my backpack, which I woke up with. I then made them into planks.
My consious told me to make a workbench, so I smashed four planks together and miraculously the planks molded together, effectively creating a better workspace. I then thought to make a sword for protection... but the sun was going down and i thought a shelter would be more important. I started by making a door on my workbench. I then found a fairly flat place on top of a nearly inaccessable hill, and I started to build. After about five minuets of placing blocks, I had a acceptable house. There was no bed and it was dark out so I slept on the dirt, not knowing what would be in store for me tomarrow.
