Simon's pixels appeared from thin air and formed together to make his blocky body. His brown eyes opened wide and he used his pale hand to tuck his blonde hair behind his ear and looked down at his clothes. He wore a grey hoodie unzipped to show a plain white shirt underneath, denim jeans and white sneakers.
He looked up at his surroundings. There was lovely green grass with oak trees dotted randomly everywhere, a small group of pigs and a water source. Far off into the distance he could see tall mountains which Simon would go to another day. But right now he had to collect resources to survive the upcoming night.
Simon walked up to a tree and let his instincts take over his fists as he punched the hard wood down. He grabbed two more pieces and picked them up. He then turned them into wooden planks. He arranged four of them into a square and they merged together to create a crafting table.
He placed it down and proceeded to make sticks and an axe. Simon walked up to the half-punched tree and swung his new axe at it. It took much less time to collect wood and make even more tools.
Once the sun had reached its peak, Simon had already started to build himself a dirt hut which had enough space to fit his chest, crafting table and a bed and furnace once he had gathered enough resources to craft them. Simon sat down, leaning against the wall of his hut, and sighed contently. This adventure was starting off nicely.
"How's the crafting going, Xygs?" The hooded figure asked.
"For the last time, it's Xygemore, you fool!" The large, creeper green creature rose from his hunched position over a purple crafting table.
He turned around to focus on his brother, Verlin, a hybrid of a blaze and an enderman; purple rods floated around him, and the tall creature levitated a couple of blocks high, purple hair and cracked, maroon skin showing a magma core underneath. A smile spread across his face, showing his straight, white teeth. His face and his purple, glowing eyes lit up with it.
He hovered closer to his older brother, "I said, how is the crafting going, Xygemore?" Verlin's posh, intimidating and silky smooth voice echoing throughout the unseen walls of the dark room, lit up by only small fissures and cracks in the ceiling, showing the slowly falling dust. Verlin held out a rough, cracked hand and caught a dust mite. It exploded into a blue fire, then disappeared. The ancient embroiders of glyphs and symbols on his brown cloak momentarily shone like golden glowstone, then vanished, leaving the room dark and mysterious again.
Xygemore turned around and showed his bright yellow eyes and a large, toothless mouth. "I need more resources!" he bellowed, bluish spittle landing on the floor, freezing into ice, then boiling away into a small cloud of steam, evaporating into the hidden sunlight.
He relaxed his shoulders and proceeded to walk over to an ender chest and dumped the materials and blocks in it. His veins which moments ago looked as if they were going to tear the mutant zombie's skin open, were now relaxing and was sinking back into the meat and muscle of his body.
"So," Verlin held his cracked, yellow nails close to his face to inspect them, "What do you need?"
Xygemore turned around to look his brother in the eye, "We need a strong human soul."