In the world of Minecraftia, the sun shone bright, animals roamed, and all was calm. The plains stretched for thousands of blocks, a jungle standing tall and proud could be seen in the distance, and an oak and birch forest blanketed the ground in several directions.

In the middle of the forest, a person by the name of Sgt_Strawberry spawned underneath the watchful world. Sitting up from their, her to be exact, position lying on the ground, Sgt_Strawberry scratched her head and looked around. She stood up, examining her surroundings before moving towards an oak tree.

The Minecraftian scanned the tree up and down,wondering how to gather its trunk. Going out on a limb, she lightly tapped the wood block in front of her. Lines appeared as she did so, disappearing as soon as she stopped. Her curiosity piqued, Sgt_Strawberry gave the block a few light taps, breaking the block completely.

Looking down where the block dropped, she watched as it floated around, spinning as it waited to be picked up. Leaning over, Sgt_Strawberry extended her blocky arm out to the oak wood block, and as soon as her square hand came close, the block disappeared.

Surprised, Sgt_Strawberry gazed at the ground in confusion, wondering where it went. For a moment she stood there, thinking. She gave herself a quick once over, trying to figure out how to open her inventory. An idea popped into her mind, and she immediately tried it. Sgt_Strawberry inwardly cheered as she was met with success before eagerly beginning to gather the rest of the tree.