James got up from the hard sand. How was he still alive? He continuously asked him asked myself this question as he looked around the island. Everything looked strange and different to him, as if he in some unknown land. Well he was, but that wasn't the point. He continued to look around at the environment. There were trees and sand and water and a group of rocks as he could see from his view. All he needed now was food and shelter. Two things he didn't know how to obtain. He knew how to build them, but he didn't know how to obtain them.
He walked up to tree and saw that it was blocky. He punched it once and tree began to break. He hit it a few more times and the block was gone. He took that block and placed it on flat land. He repeated this process multiple times until he had a small house, 5x5x4. He went inside and, using some of the extra wood he had, made a Crafting Bench, something he used on his job frequently. He looked around, and, happy with his build, headed for the rocks.
Christopher stumbled around the island, afraid. He had no shelter, and he knew night was coming. And night would obviously kill him. He didn't know how, but he knew that something was going to kill him at night. He looked around the island again. "Help!" He yelled. He stumbled past a few trees. "Help!" he yelled again. Tired, hungry, and hopeless, he sat on the ground and began to cry. He missed his sister. His friends. His parents. His family.
He looked around at the island again, and turned to see a giant rock. Huge. Massive. He stood up and stared at the rock in its fullness. He needed to get inside somehow, but had no clue. He punched the rock multiple times, and saw that it finally broke. He did this to another rock until he could fit inside. He walked in and enclosed himself. He dug out the place a little bit, until he had a 3x3 house. He found the work relaxing. He looked around the room, and realized he needed light. Where could he get it? One word popped in his mind.
Fire.
Mason walked around the island with ease. He found trees, rock, and a couple of pigs for food. He planted some more trees so he could have more wood after he was through. He soon created a pickaxe out of wood and decided to find some rock. He knew how to make a furnace.
He walked over to a rock formation and started hitting it until he had about nine cobblestone slabs. "Good…" he mumbled. He walked over to his house in a hill and created a furnace. The Crafting Bench helped him out a lot.
He made a couple torches before thinking about making a bed. As he walked outside to find a sheep, he heard someone yelling, and desperately calling help.
He looked around, and, disregarding it as a hallucination, continued to get wool. "Help!" Even louder this time. He placed his wool inside of his house and walked over to where he thought he heard the noise. All he saw was a very big rock. He got a few slabs of cobblestone and walked back to his shelter. He made a bed, and took a nap after all of the hard work he went through that day.