Hey Guys, and welcome to my first story! This is called The Craft Games, and I will be updating it every Wednesday and every Sunday. Without further ado, here it is!
The Craft Games
Tyson groaned, pain piercing his head. He flinched, a booming voice resounding through his mind.
"Welcome, ladies and gentleman of all ages, to The Craft Games!" The voice exclaimed. Tyson pushed himself of the ground, brushing dirt off of his blue hoodie. Wait, dirt? Where am I? Tyson raised his eyebrows in alarm, gingerly rising to his feet. He shook his head, moaning in pain as a pounding headache threatened to split his head open. He squinted, battling the blazing sun, when a realization made him stumble back. Although none of his features were particularly blocky, (his head had always been a bit square) his surroundings resembled…
The snap of a twig made him whip his head around, followed more excruciating pain. Shrugging it off, Tyson moved forwards, determined to found the source of the noise. A sudden thought caused Tyson to pause. A single memory. Three words.
Find the middle. Find the middle? What could that mean? Tyson shook himself, forcing him to investigate the noise. Tyson braced himself. Heart pumping he steeled his nerves, and jumped out from behind his hiding spot. He sighed, relieved to find out that the intruder was just a small rabbit. Tyson looked around, unsure of what to do, when he was forced back to the thought he had before. Minecraft.
No. It wasn't possible. But, at the same time, there it was. Minecraft. In reality. Something that Tyson, being a huge Minecraft fan, had always dreamed of. But not like this. Something wasn't right about this.
"Ahem. Sorry about that brief pause, but I accidently dropped my mic. Anyways, I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on, so here goes. You are all in… a sort of Hunger Games situation. Now now, don't panic. It's only Minecraft! Ok, maybe panic."
All of Tyson's suspicions had just been confirmed. But how? Tyson sighed. This was probably just another one of those new fancy shmancy virtual reality machines. But if so, why didn't Tyson remember? Tyson gave up thinking, deciding reluctantly to start preparing. Happy to have played Minecraft prior to this, Tyson did most of the basic things, starting with getting wood. It took him a second to figure out how to craft, but it turned out to be rather simple. A few feet from where Tyson woke up, a dark green backpack lay askew in the dirt. When Tyson opened the backpack, he found a crafting table already made for him. Tyson lay it down, eager to get to work.
A few hours later, Tyson had concocted a small cabin, as well as a furnace, full stone tools, and a leather tunic (he had encountered a small herd of cows, a little sad at first to see them go, but soon he had gotten used to swinging his sword. Tyson was shocked to see the sun setting, although he was about ready to crash. Crawling into his makeshift bed, he felt the familiar feeling on sleep overcome him.