Gone. Just like that, nothing to it. I unclenched my hand, my knuckles bleached white. What just happened? I thought to myself. Where am I? I plopped down on a strange material, gold maybe, no, it was sticky. Butter? No, that can't be right. I smelled it; there was no significant scent, nothing to point out, but it was quite strong. Should I taste it? Probably not. I stood up; but an unknown force held me down. It was that sticky stuff. Damn It! I was stuck. Pulling was useless, and so was lifting a hand. I wasn't going anywhere. I sat there for a while, just trying to remember what I was here for. Let's see, I was umm, killing a pig, I think, when I felt, uh, arrows! Yes Arrows! I died! Wait, why was I celebrating? I was dead. I was done, forgotten, zip.
"So, you're not completely stupid." A voice yelled. I screamed; that definitely wasn't my voice. It shook the room, booming down like a lightning bolt. Was that a Swedish accent?
"Yes, I am Swedish." It remarked, adding a bellowing laugh. Oh my gosh, was it reading my mind?
"I prefer not to be called it. I am Notch, the creator of Minecraft."
Sorry this chapter was so short, I will have more soon!
~officialfiction9988