Hey guys. Ender here. So, I've been having this idea long before my other story Life As We Know It, so I decided to write the first chapter just to see if I liked it or not. I think it's a cool concept and I'm going to be working on it alongside the other one. I have some of the characters already imagined but I'll need a lot of OC's (You'll see why in the next few chapters) So I would appreciate it if you sent some in. Thanks, and Read and Review Please! Here is the prompt you can send me for OCs.

Name:

Minecraft Name:

Real Like Looks: (I may not incorporate this so don't work your butt over it)

In-game Skin Look: (I also may not include this because a lot of the soldiers are armor on)

Specialty in Minecraft: (Like archery or brewing, etc)

I'll try to get as many OC's as possible in the story.

THEY HAVE TO BE PART OF A FACTION IF NOT THEN PUT UNDECIDED

Do not have an ability like hacking. Also, do not have a whole backstory for them. OC's from now on aren't going to be major characters, but I will add them.

Josh didn't like Minecraft for several reasons. Number 1: All is seemed about was building. Building houses, building worlds, building gardens or some other crap like that. And, sure, he thought it was pretty cool to see others build Star Wars, or Hogwarts on their own servers but he knew that he would never be able to do that himself.

Number 2: He was never a video game person. In fact, the only videogame he ever played in his life was when his best friend, Peter, made him play Halo with him during a sleepover. It didn't go well…at all. Josh ended up murdering his teammates, including his friend, several times. Peter ended up having to kill Josh himself before he could do further damage.

So, when his parents surprised him with his own Minecraft account, Josh tried his best to look happy. They were all crowded into their small dining room celebrating his fourteenth birthday. His brother, Jay, looked like he was going to die of boredom and his father wasn't even paying attention; he was reading the newspaper.

"Do you like it?" His mother asked, her blue eyes shining with delight. People had often stated that Josh looked more like his mom than his dad. Blue eyes, light brown hair, and a hint of freckles. The fourteen year old put on a fake smile and nodded, "Good, I thought you might like this game. A lot of other boys play it, I heard."
I'm not like other boys, Josh thought, but, of course, kept this in his head, "Thanks a ton, mom. I'll play it tonight, alright?" His mother smiled; all she wanted him was to be like other kids his age, not spend all his time writing up inside his room. So when another mother at her office suggested a videogame she spent hours looking online for a game that wouldn't turn her son's brain into mush.

"Can I go now?" Jay whined. His father nodded and Jay raced out of the room. Unlike his younger brother, Jay enjoyed videogames like Halo and Watch Dogs.

Josh sighed, then looked back at the card his mother made for him.

Happy Birthday!

For your special day we got you a Minecraft Account. Just go up to your room and type in your username and password to activate it!

From Mom, Dad, and Jay!

Great, so that meant Jay figured out his computer password. Who knows what he could have done on there? The thought made Josh shiver.

"You cold, sweety?" his mom asked, and Josh shook his head, "Okay, why don't you call Peter and ask if you could play?" Josh reluctantly got out his phone and dialed his friend's number. After a few seconds Peter picked up.

"Sup, bro?" Peter said, "Happy birthday, by the way."
"Thanks," Josh muttered, and went up the stairs to his room. He could hear his brother kill alien scum even when he closed the door, "God, my brother never stops yelling!"
"Yeah, my sister's the same. Just about boys and crap. So, what did ya get?"
Josh let out a groan, and prepared for the nonstop talking Peter was about to give, "Minecraft."
"OH MY GOD!" Josh almost dropped the phone that instant, "I'VE ASKED MY MOM FOR THAT GAME FOR LIKE TWO YEARS AND YOU GOT IT NOW?"
"Yes!" Josh yelled back, and turned down the volume.

"That's so cool!" Peter said, though less loud, "Hey, can I come over and play with you? Maybe my mom will let me get it and stuff if she sees that you have it! Oh, man that game is supposed to be really, really, a hundred times really fun!" His fast words made Josh's head spin.
"I don't get it!" Josh exclaimed, "I've heard about it and all it seems like is about building and stuff!" He flopped onto his bed, "I mean, what else is there to it?"
"So much more, dude," Peter said, "I mean, you can join servers and play mini-games like the Hunger Games and Capture the Flag-"
"I don't even like videogames," Josh interrupted. Peter shut up for a second, then continued.

"Can I have it then?"

"NO!" Josh said, clearly exasperated, "My mom only bought this for me 'cause she wants me to be like other fourteen year olds and I know she'll be checking to see if I play it often."
"Can I come over and play it then?"

Josh hung up the phone and groaned. Peter could be so annoying.

After Josh had gotten on the computer and finally learned how to activate his account, he clicked on the grass block and waited.

This is so unfair, He thought. I mean, what the heck? Why can't my mom see that I don't like doing what other boys do? Is that so hard to understand? The Mojang screen came up and then, a few seconds later, the main Minecraft Screen. In yellow, pixilated words Josh read the message in the corner: Kind of dragon free. What the heck does that mean? He moved his mouse and clicked on the single player box.

New World. He clicked on it and chose survival.

About thirteen minutes later, he found himself being eaten alive by zombies.

WHAT THE FREAKING HELL? His mind screamed as he tapped the 'W' button over and over again. So far he had managed to learn how to make a crafting table, but that was about all. He punched a zombie and used the 'S' to back away, This is freaking impossible! He swung his crafting table at the zombie and prayed it would do some damage.

"Hey," Peter said from his phone. Josh was so caught up he barely noticed the ringing, "I'm coming over in like five." Josh punched some more undead and started pushing random buttons to try and pause the game. He hit ESC and the exit screen came on. He then grabbed his phone and called Peter back.

"Hey, dude. So, uh yeah. Tried the game. Don't like it," Josh said.

"What's wrong?"
"Well, er, right now I'm being attacked by a horde of zombies or whatever those things are."
"You did craft a sword, right?"

"Uh…"
"Noob."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing," He could hear Peter trying to hide a snicker, "Listen, I'll um…I'll help you when I get to your house."

"Okay." Josh heard the doorbell ring.

"I'm here," Peter hung up.

"Oh, hello, Peter," Josh could hear his mother say.

"Hi Mrs. Peterson," Peter said politely, "May I come in?" Josh heard someone run up the stairs and his door flung open.

"Sup, noob," Peter gave a grin.

"Stop calling me that," Josh scowled, and moved over his chair so that Peter could take a good look at his screen, "So, you see?"
"Yep, I see all right. You're such a-"
"Call me that one more time and I swear-"
"Okay, okay, I get it. You just need a bit of guidance."
"Wait a sec, you've never played this before."
"No, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to do it."
"Okay…so show me," Josh got off the chair and Peter sat down, "Go ahead."
"Get ready to learn, young grasshopper," Peter dramatically cracked his knuckles and put his hand on the controls, "Okay, we should probably start on a new world since you're obviously about to die on this one." He went to the main screen, "So," The world formed around Josh's regular Steve character, "This is you, your main goal in survival is to, well, survive."

"Yeah, I think I got that," Josh said sarcastically.

"You've got to collect materials, like wood and stone," Peter guided the character to a tree and held down the left button on his mouse, "Once you collect enough wood you can start to craft."
"Okay, so how do you craft?" Josh asked.

"Easy," Peter collected some more wood and made wooden planks using the four slots next to his character in the inventory, "You make a crafting table." He put the block down, "Right click, and do it."
"Doesn't this game give you instructions?" Josh said, "I mean, what's the purpose?"

"Well, in the beginning people actually figured it out instead of whining and moping around," Peter said smugly. Josh shut up and glared daggers at his friend, "But, being the kind gentleman as I truly am-"
Josh snorted.

"-I will help you. You can also look it up yourself on the Minecraft Wiki."
"They seriously have that?"
"Yep. Just type in how to craft a certain thing and it'll show you."
"Okay, move over Mr. Know it all," Josh shoved Peter out of the chair, "Let me try now."
"Go ahead," Peter said. Josh looked at the crafting table screen and put some of the wooden planks in the middle. He then put some in the slot below and made some sticks.

"See, I'm not totally useless," Josh said. He then prepared to slowly learn how to make tools, "Cool, an axe. Can you chop people up?"
"Uh…sure. I think you can. But since you're on your own little world there's no one else to kill. Only mobs-"
"Mobs?"

"Monsters, animals. Like the zombies you were crudely slaying before, and those pigs," He pointed to the corner of Josh's screen, "You kill animals for food, and monsters so they won't kill you."
"What's this for?" Josh pointed to the health and food bar.

"Once you run out of hearts, game over. Well, in hardcore mode, that is. But in regular survival you just respawn, or go back to where you started."
"Well," Josh exited the game, "I think I've had enough of this stupid game." He turned off his computer and looked at his friend, "Wanna go to the park?"
"Nope. Matthew and his gang are there," Peter scowled, and Josh could see a look of anger in his brown eyes. Matthew was the captain of the football team at Greencove Middle School, and even though he wasn't as bad as the other jocks, he was still bad.

"Okay, how about we go grab a milkshake at Sonny's Diner?"
"Fine, but I'm broke," Peter said.

"I'll buy them then, anything to get out of this house."
"Let's go then."

Sorry for the short chapter, but I just wanted to see if I liked how this story turned out. I'm planning to make each chapter at least over 3,000 words, along with my other book. Read and Review please! And if you can I would also appreciate it if you checked out my other story as well.

-Ender