Welcome fans (and other viewers) to my new Minecraft story! I decided that The Wrath of Herobrine was really boring to write. So I decidedd to make a Autobiography of my new minecraft world! What I do is start a new world, then I write down notes of what I see and what I do. Then I write a story out on Wordpad (yes, I use wordpad) And submit to you guys! xoxLEXIxox and Mellifluousness (my biggest fans), I really hope you like this story. I give this story out to you guys. I write online because it's fun, and also for my fans.

And thank you, FullMoonFlygon for giving me inspiration to write my story.

Thank you guys, and I really hope you will find this interesting. So enjoy!

Pignitus

Welcome to my story. Welcome to my legend. My Minecraft legend.

In case you're wondering, this isn't any type of legend. This is a legend that Notch can think about while gazing out into the stars. A legend of friendship, bravery, power, skill, and survival. A legend that is so powerful that dimwits can say, ''You know what, I'm not a noob anymore, I'm going to play on hardcore!''.

This legend hasn't been told in thousands of years. Tens of thousands of years. A legend that no one has ever heard of. So sit back and relax as I tell you The Minecraft Legends.

I woke up on a leafy crunchy surface while looking up at the rising sun. I sat up and I realized I was on a tree. That's wierd, I thought to myself. So I jumped to the lower tree, and jumped again to the ground.

So I began my adventure when I punched my first tree. It didn't hurt at all. It actually felt good to beat the living crap out of a tree. The first block fell apart, and popped into a little floating wooden block. But the tree kept floating in thin air. It zomed right through me, and into my brand new backback which is, for some reason, on my back now. Then music started to play. I love Minecraft music. It's all soothing, peaceful and calm. I started to whistle as I cut down the blocky tree.

After I cut down my first tree, I went into my backpack. There was a 2x2 square split into forths. I put my logs into one of the blocks, and a small box right next to the larger blocks popped an image of wooden planks. I grabbed the wooden planks, and filled the four squares to make a workbench. Then I put the right two squares and made some sticks.

So I gazed around me. I was in a forest biome (how lucky), a very nice forest biome indeed. So I ran around looking for a flat area to make my house. The tall blocky trees zoomed past me as I sprinted through the woods. Then I found a nice flat area. So I put my workbench on the ground, and began to build my tools. I got a shovel, pickaxe and an axe. I put my tools on my belt, put out my axe, and chopped down the trees.

A couple of minutes later I had 26 logs. So I put my backpack on the ground, and put the logs on my mini-crafting table. I got a heck of a lot of wooden planks. I got back to my little plain and saw an apple floating on top of the ground

''Huh,'' I muttered. ''Lucky me.''

So I picked up the apple. It went into my backpack.

I looked at the sun to check what time it was. It was about midday. Perfect.

So I went to work on my house. Wile I was working, a birch tree was blocking my way. So I cut it down, just because. While I was building my house, I thought the sun was setting. I panicked.

I looked at the sun. Only afternoon. Phew.

After a while I ran out of logs. So I cut down some more, and finished my new house.

I looked back from a distance. Home sweet home, I thought to myself.

So I got to my workbench inside my house and made a door. I placed the door where there was a two block high gap.

But then a dreadful thought washed over me. I still needed to make a furnace!

(*TIP: If you don't find coal near you, just get some stone and make a furnace. Then get some wood, place it in your furnace, and then you can get charcoal.)

So I ran out of my house, and dug a staircase mine in the ground. After a while I found stone. So I began to mine. Then I noticed some stone with some black specks on it.

Boo-ya! Coal!

So I went out of my staircase mine after I got my share of coal and stone and covered it with dirt. I made a furnace and some new tools. I went inside my house and made some torches. I put up the new made torches for some light, and peered out the door to check the time.

It was getting dark, just in time!

I walked around the grassy floor- wait a minute, grassy floor!

So I dug my floor out, and when I was just about to put on the floor I realized that I still had my birch logs. Then a spark went into my mind. ''I could use the birch logs for lighter wood to make the floor! That would be awesome!''

So I went into my inventory, and I made my logs, so I got the logs, and put it on the dug out floor. When I was almost done with my floor I ran out of birch planks.

Dang it, I thought. What now!

I looked out the door to try to find some. There was a birch tree maybe 20 blocks away (not real blocks, Minecraft blocks). It was really tempting. Shoud I go out and get it, or stay in here? The sun was setted now.

I busted out the door, then turned back in. There was no way I could cut it down without a monster killing me.

But the floor needed to be finished. I looked at the tree. I needed to cut it down.

So I busted out of my house and charged with all of my might to cut down that tree. I hacked and slashed and whacked at that tree as hard as I could. My heart was leaping out of my chest. Almost done, just one more to go. It felt like the log was getting harder to cut down.

Come on! I thought to myself.

Then the block came down in defeat. As soon as I got that block, I ran with all of my might at my house.

When I shut the door, I was panting like a dog. My heart was leaping out of my throut.

But I still needed to work on the floor. So I got the logs, made them into wooden planks, and finished my floor.

Then I realized that I still had more stone left. I stared at the sone. I went to my workbench and got a nice stone sword.

As I was stroking the blade I saw a skeleton from my door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not too close, though. But I think I'll be safe.

So I slumped over a wall and dozed off.

I flinched really hard when I snapped out of my doze to hear the slurping sound of a spider. When I checked the door, no spider was there. Then I heard a groan and growl of a zombie. I was really nervous now. I pulled out my stone sword off of my toolbelt. What I really don't want is a zombie busting down my door.

Then I saw him. His decaying flesh was rotting from the bone. The zombie walked past the door.

Then I heard the spider climb on top of my roof and jump off. It drives me crazy when spiders do that. The spider jumped off of my house again and again and again.

I looked out my door. no sign of zombies. What a relief.

A skeleton glomped my door. My heart nearly leapt out of my throut. But skeletons can't shoot through doors.

''Nice try, mister skeleton.'' I muttered.

I dozed off onto a wall to gain some energy for the next morning. The music started up again. I went into a deep sleep with the Minecraft Lullaby.

I woke up with the warm sunlight gleaming through the door. I winced at the sun at first. I stumbled up.

Alright, day two.

I walked out of my door when I heard a strange hissing sound. I looked over and saw a creeper one block away just about to explode.

''Oh my GOD!'' I yelled as I stormed through the door.

I panted with fear as I blocked the door with my back. I looked creeper was pacing back and forth infront of my door, waiting for me to open it. I looked out and saw a giant jungle tree standing tall.

''Well, a jungle tree!'' I muttered in suprise. ''I'll go explore that later.''

That jungle tree for some reason gave me inspiration to kill the creeper. I looked down at my sword. It looked more sharp than it used to be.

I charged out of the door giving the best barbarian cry I could make. The creeper looked at me in suprise. It started to explode, but I distracted it with a hack from my sword. It tried to explode again. It made a gaint hole right in front of my house.

Better luck next time creeper, I thought.

Then I felt a sharp pain on the back of my shin. I spun around and the suicidal spider was eating my leg. I stabbed it in the head, getting a quick kill. A puff of smoke and there were two piles of string floating in the air. I walked over and the two pieces of string zoomed into my backpack.

So it was time to do my chores. I got out my axe and started to chop down as much wood I can get. When I counted 64 I decided to stop.

After the 64th log my stomach started to grumble with hunger. I pulled out my apple. It gleamed in the sun and had a smooth finish of red. I wolfed it down. My injury from the spider started to heal up.

So I walked back to my house to make another room. I walked into my house to make a hole. Then I heard scratching at the door. I opened it and a black sheep came inside my house. It wandered around, and looked at me with his beady black eyes.

''I'm going to name you Bob the Black.'' I told the sheep.

The sheep walked in circles as it liked my name I picked him somehow.

I decided to get to work on building another room. I destroyed part of the wall so I can get through. Then I destroyed the rest of the wall with my axe. While I was working Bob the Black escaped.

''Goodbye, my friend!'' I yelled to my him.

I realized that it would be cool if I found some sand to make glass. So I put my axe in my toolbelt, and sprinted away from my house to find sand.

It was not long until I found a river. Some sand was by the river. I pulled out my shovel, and dug some sand. After my hard work of digging I went back to my house. I made walls beside the empty hole in my house. I made a ceiling, and I walked over to my furnace. I put some coal in my lovely oven and put some sand in. I slid two rocks together, and made a nice warm fire. After a while I had a five-stack of glass. I took out the glass and destroyed part of my wall and installed my glass. After a while I noticed the sun was setting. So I slumped next to the furnace and went to sleep. Today was a big day, and so was tomorrow.