OK, this is my first story published online. It's written in 1st person, and the reactions are based on my first play-through of Minecraft. Chapters will most likely be a bit short at first. Hopefully it might bring back fond memories of some veteran Minecraft players, and give the new guys an idea of how the game goes.
The sun had blinded me, but I knew right away something was wrong. As I rubbed my eyes to regain my sight, I thought I could hear water nearby. When my sight cleared, I was greeted not by my backyard, but by a sprawling body of water, with islands dotted here and there. I started to back up in alarm, but my back collided with something hard. I turned, sighing loudly in relief when I discovered it was only a wall of dirt reaching up to my chest. Looking into the distance I could see trees, and walking though them, pigs and cows.
Normally I would be freaking out, you know, wild animals and all that, but something about this place, wherever it was, instilled a sense of calm in me. I could almost hear light, happy music in the air. So, instead, I watched them with amusement. Pigs and cows? What was this, a farm? There was even a sheep, caught in a bush. I ran over, freed it, and it ran away. It had left a good amount of its wool in the bush and, never knowing what I might need, I gathered it up and put it in my pocket. I wandered around for a while, before it occured to me to actually check my pockets. And lo and behold, what's this? My lighter, my watch, and a compass from my days in the boy scouts! Well, at least I wasn't completely screwed.
The sun was on the downward curve when I realized something. I had no place to go. I had no idea where I was or how far home might be, and night was coming. I needed a shelter. I looked around frantically, hoping to find some kind of building material. Nothing but dirt, sand, trees, and a small pond. Angrily, I punched the nearest tree, not really hoping to accomplish anything. Imagine my suprise when a small crack actually appeared in the wood. An idea came to me. Maybe I could knock off some wood and make a hut or something. I punched the tree again, keeping my fist pointed right at the crack. Soon the crack expanded and after a few moments a foot long hunk of wood fell off the tree.
For the next hour or so I punched the crap out of that tree, knocking wood in every direction. By the time the sun was setting, I had about 30 chunks of wood at my feet. As quick as I could, I made a simple square around me and built it up until it was over my head. I left a small hole to get in and out.
I laid down on the ground in my hut, my jacket now a make-shift pillow under my head. I flicked my lighter on and off, taking comfort in this small connection to my life back home. I thought about making a fire, so I gathered some twigs and bark from the tree I had beat up, and soon had a small fire going. But, stupid me, I made it to close to another tree. Next thing I know, the whole freakin thing is going up in flames!
I knew it would attract attention, so I tried to put it out as fast as I could. In the end, all that was left was a blackened stump. Even my tiny fire was out. Not one to let things go to waste, I gathered the burnt wood and brought it back to my hut. Once inside I picked the straightest, sturdiest sticks and began binding them together with the wool I had gotten from the sheep. Before long I had what I thought was a decent club, though it looked more like a sword than a club. I settled in for the night, content that I would be O.K.
I woke up suddenly, not sure why. It was night, and sun-up was still hours away. I tried to go back to sleep, but I still felt uneasy. Deciding to take action, I grabbed my sword and peeked over the top of my hut...
OK, thought I might leave on a bit of a cliffhanger. I'll probably wait until I get some reviews before I make any more chapters. Let me know what you guys thought of it, and let me know how I could improve.