Somehow in 2011 I spontaneously decided to write some fan fiction about this amazing indie sandbox game called "Minecraft". And I did. I think it's my greatest piece, because it was solely made on my inspiration, that had struck me like lightning. Here it goes:

Days had passed after I lost the coordinates of my original spawnpoint, where I built my first shelter. Night will soon spread it's wings over me and darkness will fall. I had less than an hour to find materials and build a new shelter until the new day arrives, so I could start my search again.

I knew I shouldn't have gone wandering around. I had lost myself in my curious exploration and now I was far away from my home. I know my trusty dogs were sitting in front of the entrance to my house, guarding it from monsters and threats. I know those dogs will be hungry, but they had to wait for me, loyally obeying the command to sit, even though their master wasn't there.

I was sailing on the boat, keeping my eyes open for any new lands, but alas, the sea was endless.

Finally, I see unknown lands far ahead on the horizon! I lose all attention to my road, staring at the small island, and my boat crashes into a dark shore I wasn't able to see before.

I find myself washed on the seastrand of the island. Waves crashed calmly in my feet as I stand up and look around. The island was fruitful and full of life - I was surrounded by a cuple of trees here and there, and I could hear sheep nearby.

Salvation!

With my last strenght I run towards a tree and tried to get as much as timber as I could. The day was young, but I was at the end of my vigour. After I collected wooden materials, I made a workbench. I roughly crafted all the instruments I needed, and then I fell asleep.

I woke up in the same place, just to find that I was surrounded by a pack of wolves. Their eyes flashing red with ire and their teeth sharpened and white. I stood up and grabbed a shovel. I growled, but the wild dogs wouldn't run away. I saw some bones by my side, probably left by a skeleton that had burned the last night. I took them slowly and waved them at the dogs. Their mouths closed and all rage and wrath towards me had vanished. The wolves were hungry and I had food.

I tried to tame them, but they were used to the wild life. "At least they don't want to attack me now - I thought. - I'll leave them free." They soon walked away and I never saw them again. I was alone at last.

It was around noon. I could feel I'm low on health, so I went off into the island, deeper into the unknown. I soon found a few pigs walking around. I got some raw meat from them and went back to the shore.

Hunger striked me on my way. I was forces to eat a pork chop raw, otherwise I could have fainted. When Igot back to my workbench, I grabbed my pickaxe and my shovel and went mining.

The wasn't any hills or mountains on this small island, so I started digging. When I found stone under my feet, I smiled and used the pickaxe to mine my way deeper into the core of this land. I found soon a bunch of coal and harvested it as fast as I could, then made my way back climbing up.

I made myself torches incase night fell before I had left off this island. With the cobblestone I made a furnace and cooked the meat. It was tasty and nourishing. I felt myself stronger and vital. My mental state has improven after my hunger and thurst were relieved.

I built a boat by sunset and left off this warm and welcoming land. As I sailed away, another wave of nostalgia striked me. Tossed around in the calm water's waves, I thought about my dogs, my farm, my house, my home.

After two days of sailing and finding nothing but desert, tore apart from one another, I saw my home in the distance. I thought I was hallucinating from all the excitement and emotions, but when I got closer, it was really my home. My house was there, but a fire had started in the storage hut. The dogs barked and cows jumped around, frightened. I got off my boat and ran towards my house, telling the dogs to get in, They obeyed and I closed the doors after them. I took out any cobble I had left in my inventory and surrounded the front part of my wooden veranda, in case the fire expanded and came near the house.

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After a few hours rain fell and extinguished the fire. Nighttime already fell and monsters were already searching for my meat, so I couldn't go outside to collect any unharmed resourses unarmed.