I Don't Own Minecraft
Prologue
My Name Is...
Matthew, and I'm here to tell you a story about my life. Hehe...hehehehe, NoT LiKE yoU'd aLl CarE...But, my Dad wishes for me to do so. Why, I think afterwards you shall know very well that answer. It all started on a normal day, I was your average minecrafter, nothing like the big names online.
Yeah, I'm not in it for Youtube or anything like that, it was just something to pass the time. I was rather good at building, mostly for me I liked the Nether, it was someplace that didn't feel so big, it was simple and to the point.
I was in survival mode on hard of course to make it more interesting, call me insane or crazy, but I was planning on going to the Nether. Most of my friends begged me not to go, said that there was this guy named Herobrine in there. Of course, I never believed in superstition.
"Oh really? Listen Tom, I'll be fine really." I smiled at him, my friend Tom frowned a bit. I knew he was just worried about me, well, I can handle myself. I finished the portal and got ready the flint & steel.
"Matt, really, you sure you want to do this?" I smiled at him.
"How else can we get to the end?" I chuckled, Tom did also and nodded slowly. Then he bit his lower lip and looked at him.
"J-Just hurry back." I nodded slowly to him, as he put my sword on my back and had two pickaxes ready along with cobble for securing the portal.
"I'll be quick, I promise." Tom nodded to that, as he went back to his house. I sighed, and slowly stepped through the portal and into the Nether. First thing I felt was the warmth, heat from the lava all around and falling in slow 'waterfall' like ways. I chuckled at the stories that came from this place.
They said the Nether-rack was dead flesh clumped together. Well, this place didn't smell that bad to be that. I gazed around, Zombie-Pigmen, nothing new, then my gaze to fall on someone staring back at me.
That's when the Ghasts noticed me.
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