Very loose fanfic. Very. I can only get away with this because minecraft is a sandbox game.
My name is Striker. I am in the army of humanity, and I kill beetles. I don't remember moving underground, and all I can remember is the caves. I'm 25, and use a sword and a pounder (a weapon that covers the entire forearm and has spikes on the end.) I will start my story one night around the campfire in a sector of the caverns deemed "safe". I sat with my squadron, and we ate in silence. Then we heard the clicking. Our heads snapped up and we grabbed our weapons. A relatively small group of beetles was marching towards us. Our squadron rushed forward and met the force. My heavy blade flashed left and right, crushing beetles by the dozens. My pounder on my left arm made up for any beetles who got through. We finally pushed the beetles back into the dark, and they scuttled away.
"Why the hell were beetles in a safe zone?!' John, my best friend and a hulking axeman, demanded as he walked into the Personal Department. The man sitting at the desk stammered out "O-our records show no attack." John looked furious. "Bullshit. How do you think I got this?!" He held out his arm right into the man's face. On his arm is a huge scar, courtesy of a beetles massive pincers. The man sorts through his files and pulls out Johns medical records "It says here you got that from a dislodged rock." John looks the man in the eye and says "Than explain this." At that, John pushes his fingers into the healing scar and yanks out the tip of a beetle pincer. Suddenly the man walks up to John and whispers "Central doesn't want to have messed up, got it?" John looks him in the eyes and says "Yeah." I walk out with him and ask "How do you feel?" He turns to me and says "Like I need some pain meds." I laugh and say "For your arm?" He just looks at me and slowly shakes his head.