Um…..Hello. First Minecraft fanfic, so maybe it won't be too good. The humor part of this comes a bit later and shouldn't be in play too much throughout the story. Anyways, now that I've gotten over making disjointed sentences, (hopefully) enjoy!
A teenage boy (perhaps one of you readers out there) booted up his Minecraft game after a long, grueling day in school. Selecting a previous world to play, he set off on a personal errand, only to discover that he could not move.
Upon investigating further, he found he could not punch, jump, or even check inventory. With pressing F5, he discovered that he did not even have an avatar.
"What the- What's happening?"
Steve knew he had been spawned. The overwhelming, sudden bombardment of senses, the blank hole in his memory registering for a couple of days, and a complete bewilderment over his current setting. Current setting: A wheat field in the afternoon sun. He waited for the mind-controlling commands of the Player, but they never came. After a hiatus of waiting, Steve took a hesitant step forward. He'd never attempted to move on his own, even (more like especially) when a mob ambushed him. He'd always relied on the Player's commands for movement. Steve expected an enormous in-game siren and warning screen, or some shock of agony to keep him in place, or at least the game crashing around him. Instead, he watched as his foot stepped forward. That never happened in Minecraft. He was confused for only a moment before he produced a reasonable hypothesis ("Ah! It must be some new mod or maybe even an update!") and went off to punch trees.
Four hours later, Steve knew that either something was horribly wrong or that he did not like this update one bit. He had tried to punch some trees, but all he got was some bloody knuckles from scraping them against the rough tree bark. Another thing I hate about this mod/update, Steve thought. How the heck were you supposed to do anything when the wood was too tough for punching? Of course, you could collect some from a creeper explosion. And there are those "super-flat" worlds that have no wood in it…..
Steve had been too engrossed in attempting to punch wood that he didn't notice the sky growing darker. Soon it was evening, and Steve began panicking.
Steve decided to climb a tree for cover ("At least this's something good about this update thingy.") with the few branches he had managed to scavenge from the ground. Giving an inward sigh of relief when he got to his destination within the tree, he scanned the ground for enemies. There were none. Two hours later (well into darkness level 7), there wasn't any sign of the aggressive mobs he usually saw. Steve's conclusion: "Ah, he must've switched it onto Peaceful mode!"
So he climbed down (not fell; he felt a little acrophobic at the time, luckily) and went on collecting tree branches.
Like I said, not much so far in the humor department, though if you're rofl right now, then I think there might be something wrong with you. Kinda short, too…
Any reviews stating that I should stop writing will be seriously taken into account, but don't just do it for kicks. How can I tell? You'll see.
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