Steve felt strange this morning. He didn't feel in control. Without thinking, He looked around frantically, observing the hills and trees that were so familiar to him.
This was a cool world, I thought. Lots of trees and wood.
Steve looked around again, and he wondered what had happened to his nice house, and as he checked his inventory, all he saw was a map. Steve felt himself pulled over to a nearby tree before deciding to punch it again and again. Ouch, ouch, ouch! Why was he doing this? Why wasn't he in control? Suddenly the wood fell apart and Steve was made to pick it up before moving onto the next one.
Good, I noted. I should be able to make a crafting table and bed soon.
Weary and exhausted, Steve wanted to collapse. Unfortunately for him, whatever was inside his body was telling him otherwise. Running as fast as he could, Steve jumped up the nearby hill, all the way to the top. His breathing was coming in short gasps, but he was forced to keep going, up the hill, then down the hill, then up the huge mountain that reached to the clouds. Along the way, he massacred three sheep, and wondered why he had been forced to kill such innocent, peaceful creatures. As Steve got to the top, all he wanted was to sit down and die.
If I build a floating platform accessible only by a waterfall, creepers won't be able to get me.
Steve found himself dangerously close to the fifty block drop at the edge of the mountain. He prayed to Notch he wouldn't have to do this, but realized that the cliff was where he was going. Steve felt his body place dirt blocks on the edge, and as he advanced forward, he was about to lay down another row when in a last, desperate effort to get away from this force that was controlling him, and he managed one step that was controlled by his mind. Unfortunately, this step was over the edge, and Steve breathed in as the wind blew at his face, and then darkness.
Darn it! I could have sworn I was in crouch mode… oh well; I'll just get my stuff again…
Steve looked around. Wait, what? Wasn't he dead just a few seconds ago? And… oh no! Steve found himself hurtled toward the mountain once more. Flying of the edge hadn't made him free, death wasn't the end… Not this kind of death. Once again Steve had the strange sensation that he was watching his body do something, that he was separated from his body, but that left as soon as it had come, and Steve once again felt the pain of running for miles and miles…
Ah! There's my stuff.
Steve saw the block of all his materials that he had had before, and was forced to pick them up. Dazed, he felt himself dragged up the mountain or… did he? Now that he thought about it, did he really feel it? He wasn't tired anymore, and he had that feeling of watching his body, except this time, it didn't go away. He had the sensation of being attached to his body by one thread, and wondered what would happen if he cut it…
Finally! My fortress is complete!
Huh. Look at that, Steve thought. While contemplating what was happening to him, his body had created a massive three story floating building, complete with interior decorations. Steve didn't know he was capable of that. Night began to fall, and Steve's mind was pulled into the building, and fell asleep, not knowing of what was to happen tomorrow.