Hope you like this (My first Minecraft fic, yay)
I don't own Minecraft :c
Oh no.
The PLAYER is back.
I ready myself for the pain to come, I feel my legs and arms straighten, body stiffen.
I can no longer use my body, the PLAYER is in control now.
A name tag appears over my head to tell people who is in charge of me.
I try to ready myself for the Skin Swap(otherwise known as SS). But I'm quick enough, the pain hits me hard.
I feel my skin melt off down to the bone. New skin runs up my body, from the tips of my toes, to the top of my head.
I scream during all of this, but the PLAYER doesn't hear me, they never do.
In the world of round the pain lastS only a second.
To me though, it feels like half an hour.
When that ends the PLAYER has me go punch a tree, with my bare hands. And let me tell you that is very painful. Go punch the wall, it
hurts, doesn't it? Now, for me it is at least ten times as painful. There are two reasons 1) I have about a hundred splinters in my
hand, 2) I have to punch the block a dozen or two* times.
After the PLAYER gets the wood they need, the PLAYER makes me craft the usual, planks, crafting bench/table**, a pickaxe, an axe, and
a shovel(all wood of course) and sends me mining.
I find a nearby cave, and go in. I grab some coal from the ceiling, iron on the floor, and yada yada yada.
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The PLAYER does the norm, builds a house, iron tools, iron armor, farm, that sort of stuff. I guess things are okay for a while, but
then the mobs come...
One day I/the PLAYER wake up to find a zombie gnawing on my shoulder. I scream, I/the PLAYER pull out a sword and whack it.
The zombie groans in pain as I kick it in the face. That last blow kills it. I grab its flesh (don't ask me why, the PLAYER makes
me). I/the PLAYER light the room a bit more ('a bit' as in not one block went without a torch), and go back to bed.
The next day the PLAYER decides s/he wants some diamonds, so s/he sends me to find some. After about an hour of searching, I find some
above a lava pool, no bucket of water, low pick, no blocks, no way for me/the PLAYER to get it.
The PLAYER has me back up to ready for a jump. I leap, try to mine the block as I pass under it (my PLAYER is a bit of a noob), and
fall into lava. The pain is unending; have you ever been burnt? Because if you have you can image in a minor scale what it felt like.
The PLAYER curses at her/his stupidity as the 'You died' screen comes up. And as I lay there, at the bottom of the lava pit, I curse
the PLAYER for making me die for a stupid rock, at Notch for trapping my ancestors in this game made in hell. And to make matters
worse - he added the Nether***.
Then the PLAYER rage quits, thank the Lord**** for rage quit. And I am teleported back to my village.
I guess I should be grateful, I mean, at least I didn't have a suicidal PLAYER like Luna down the road.
My name is Steve, and man do I hate my life.
*How much times is this actually? If you know please tell me.*
**Which one?**
***Because the Nether is minecraft's hell***
****Well he wouldn't thank Notch after he just cursed him, would he?****
I hope you liked it! Please review!