Hello! This was a story that I had on my old profile, hydrogen2oxygen98. I am now Vinarth and am going to be uploading much more consistently. This is a rewrite of a story that I wrote two years ago, and since then, my writing has greatly improved.

Chapter 1 - This World of Survival

Minecraft.

How I got here isn't important.

Who I was doesn't matter.

Who I am and who I will be depends on one word: Survival.

Survival of the Fittest.

Survival of the Strongest.

Survival of the Smartest.

Running is your life. The faster you can run, the better your chances become. Bravery gets you nowhere in this world; to keep running and never look back is what keeps you alive. This is Survival of the Fittest.

The weak are the first to go. They cower in fear and are too scared to make a getaway. Hiding will lead to your inevitable death. They will always find you, and they will always kill you. This is Survival of the Strongest.

Know every day could be your last, know the terrors of the night, know how to be resourceful under pressure. This is Survival of the Smartest.

This is a world where the creatures of nightmares are alive, and these rules of Survival must be followed. This is not Minecraft! This is essentially Earth with Creepers.

NO easy blocks that break in a few seconds.

NO easy inventory.

NO easy diamond sword.

The only thing you can do each night is hide and pray. Then RUN.

- Steve