Hello Everyone! This is my first story in, like, three years. I may be a bit rusty.

Just a few notes before I begin to spin my tale.

One: I obviously own no rights to the characters in this story. The story itself, however, is mine.

Two: Text in bold font is my words as the author and have no impact on the story.

Three: text in "double quotes" indicates spoken word. Text in 'single quotes' indicates thoughts. Text in italic indicates sound effects. Text in *asterisks* indicates a motion (such as *slams door*).

Four: Enjoy! Read! Review! Like! Whatever!

Baahh

Huh?

Baahh

What the devil is that?

Baahh

I slowly rub my eyes without opening them. I feel nauseous, as though I was experiencing the aftereffects of smelling the breath of an old hobo. My head hurts. My stomach hurts. Heck, my entire body hurts.

Baahh

What is that annoying noise, for the love of –

I open my eyes, and find myself staring into the face of a fat sheep.

"GOOD LORD!"

In the beat of time it takes for the sheep to bleat, my fist slams into its chin. It immediately disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a floating cube of wool.

'What the-'

It is then that I notice my surroundings. Cubes. Cubes everywhere. Grass, trees, water, stone, animals, even my own fists are cubic in shape. I rack my brain for about five seconds, then, I suddenly realize that I don't care.

What I do care about is (1) Where am I? (2) Where can I get food? and (3) Did I just punch a sheep to death?

The answer to the third question is obviously yes. I wonder to myself if I can do that with everything.

I swing my head around 180 degrees before spotting a horde of pigs.

Bingo. Question two solved.

I advance upon the heard quietly. I know that if I am too noisy, I will scare away my prey. My plan is going perfectly until I step on a twig.

Nothing happens.

Okay. Forgetting about my earlier plan, I waltz up to the first pig and punch its fat stomach. It too disappears, leaving behind a single pork steak. None of the other pigs react.

Okay. I'm down with this.

Going one by one, I quickly grind through the horde and am rewarded by a grand total of eight porks.

Munching on the first of the stack, I scan my blocky surroundings. 'Surely this is a dream,' I think, 'that, or I am really high right now.'

My hunger sated and second question answered, I begin my journey to answer the first.

Where am I.

I look west. The sun is setting.

'No matter. I'm not tired, I'll just keep walking.'

I continue my journey, not entirely sure what I expect to find. A person? A village? A city? I don't know. I just hope I find something before –

Ssssssssss

'What?'

I turn around, and am confronted by a creature of nightmares. Speckled green, with a turned-down face. Its mouth and eyes are completely black.

Suddenly, with a hiss like before, if begins to expand. I'm no expert, but that was downright terrifying. I backed away slowly.

Then it exploded.

Well, there you go. The first chapter of a story in which I have no idea where it will go.

Review with some suggestions, and I'll try to work 'em in.

Until next time, see ya'.