Playing God
Hi people, I'm here with my first ever fanfiction called Playing God. This story will be explained in the summary. Anyways, R&R and I'll talk to you all later.
Hi, my name is Steve, if you are reading this, then it means that I'm either dead, or just lost somewhere in the Nether. Anyways, this journal will tell you all the creations I have made throughout my life. From good, to bad, to delicious. As I write this, I am trying to find a way to bring back the creature that is spoken only in folklore. But, to not confuse anyone, I will explain everything from the start.
It all starts off with the beginning. I was raised in a village that was close to a beach, a jungle temple, a desert temple, and a cave filled with abandoned mineshafts. I was raised by my parents, who were in charge of the village itself. I was the only boy who actually behaved differently from the rest.
I always loved to make potions, while the other kids hated it. We had to in order to protect ourselves from witches. We made food, which meant I would always make the best food, like beet soup, rabbit stew, and cookies.
I had to learn to make pickaxes, axes, shovels, hoes, and swords. Me and my other friends would actually race to see who can get an iron sword the fastest. I would always win.
The last thing we needed to learn was how to make portals. This was the only lesson where we actually had to wear diamond armor and use diamond weapons. We would do the steps to make the Nether portal, and go inside. The instant I saw the Nether, I wanted to live there. I don't know why.
The next portal we made was an End portal. The End was believed to actually have a dragon too, but it was just folklore. The place was infested with Endermen though.
Years after my childhood, my village was attacked yet again by witches, but this time, they had succeeded. They killed my parents, my friends, and my life. The only thing that was alive was my pet cat named Alex. The reason why she was named that was because I liked a girl with the same name. She also escaped, but I wasn't sure if she made it.
I traveled by myself, using my survival skills that I was taught. I used wood weapons to mine stone, then used the stone for iron, then I would try my hardest to find at least one piece of diamond. After years and years of mining, of sweat, tears, hunger, and joy, I had a lifetime supply of diamonds. I had actually made a house made of obsidian because of its sturdiness. I would sleep by myself, or at least with Alex, but before I would sleep, I would think about the real Alex.
Did she survive?
As Steve stopped reading his journal and set it down, he remembered that one girl, his best friend, Alex.
So, am I going good with this, or bad? Review, or PM me what you thought about this.
