I had to do it, I absolutely had to do it. Well, here it is. Its gonna be set in that Yogscast world of Minecraftia, well, loosely, but things are going to change, of course none of the Yogscast will be there in it, but there will be characters based on them for sure though. Read note at bottom.

"In the earth, there are all kinds of treasures, and if you know where to dig, you'll find Gold and Diamonds, but if you don't then all you will find is rocks and dirt. Look into yourself, it'll show you what to dig for, and where, but the digging, you must do yourself"

I laughed, its been the most cynical I have ever been in a long, long time. But then again I have my reasons, I've just been kicked out of my house.

I come from some weird place where the elders respect dirt, and shun technology after all, and there is no reason according to them, to live anywhere but in dirt houses. Our elders, which include my parents never really taught me what to do as far as surviving was concerned, all I ever knew was dirt, and all the useless things that were achievable with dirt, which included building houses with stinky roofs and using scaffolding.

My parents told me that I needed to respect the land where I lived, and not take from nature, but hell if I was going to do that, all I ever wanted to do was be successful, and that, I was going to do.

Even if it meant that I'd have to tear down everything I ever loved, including my dirt village.

At the moment however, I was too busy with creepers to notice anything else. These pieces of shit were almost everywhere, I wonder how my fucking village ever survived them, what kept them away.

I tried, with futility to punch them to dust, but that was not working, so I decided to use the fact that they blow up to my advantage. The creeper came close, and I moved towards it as it hissed and began expanding. I quickly moved back as it exploded, harmlessly. It left a lot of dirt in its wake, which I picked up. It also happened to take a tree out, which I was glad for, because I could build new things with wood.

Back in my village, we did not have doors, the reason was simple, they said that doors needed wood, and they did not like to take from nature. Of course that meant that they loved to leave their houses open to burglars, but no one ever showed up. The other people in the village were too foolish to ever attempt anything that drastic, they had known nothing but dirt, even the food they ate was by killing those horrible zombies, which were then charred in a rough furnace someone had crafted.

Yup, I was a zombie cannibal.

The rumors were that in the capital city, far, far away, there was pig meat, they called it steak, I would love to try that out, that is if I make the night, my brother had kindly made it a point to tell me that without the dirt village, I was nothing.

Fortunately for me, there was a book I had stolen, a book that I had found somewhere off the boundaries of my village, the book that began the process of my expulsion from the village. It had a list of things that could be made out of things that were not dirt, things like wood, stone, even sand and glass that was not really in plenty around my place.

So with the wood I had, I made some wooden planks, which was awesome. Pretty soon I had a workbench, and with that I fashioned an ax, that I quickly used to cut down more trees, thus obtaining more wood.

I was done with the room pretty soon, it was tiny with almost no room to even breathe, but it would work. I even managed to work out a door which I used as a safeguard.

Tomorrow, I thought to myself, was a new day, I was a new man, I was going to show my village what they threw away, I was going to take them down. It was with this dream of power I fell asleep.

-x-

BOOM.

Nothing like a creeper explosion to wake you up.

"Ouch"

Feminine squealing, my favorite of all voices on this planet. Fuck. It sounded familiar.

I peered out of the open door, it was a familiar face, a face I knew well, Cristina.

"Let me in Will" she screamed. "Is that your structure?"

"Chris?" I called out. She was my best friend. At some point we had promised each other that we'd be there forever, but my expulsion seemed to have broken that promise.

"How did you survive this?" she asked me when she saw me, I smiled as I let her in. She looked like a creeper had exploded on her. The room inside was dark, so I punched a hole in the wooden wall to let in some light. In the horizon I could see some of those zombies and skeletons burning.

"They always told us that they burn" Chris said to me, slowly. "Never thought I'd get to see it"

"Me too" I let out, relieved for a moment that she was here.

I turned to her and grabbed her by her shoulders.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I got kicked out for supporting you" she said. I looked at her puzzled.

"I felt Headman Harris was being unreasonable kicking you out, so I did some snooping. You see, ever since I began living there, I observed how there were books, but I always wondered what they had in them, since dirt is not that workable with" she said to me.

I snorted. Tell me about it.

"Anyway" she said pulling out a dusty book.

On the cover it read, 100 Ways to Work With Glass

I smiled. Chris would have called anyone out on their hypocritical tendencies.

"When I called him out, he insulted my dead parents and had me ejected. He let me keep the book though" she said, sadly.

"Really?" I asked her. "He let you have the book"

"Nope, I stole it."

I smiled. I stayed that way for some time.

"So what now?" she asked me. I was really happy, she was coming with me now.

"I have a plan"

Done, first chapter out of the way. Well, read the next chapter to see how the anti hero Will and his friend Cristina go about conquering dirt village.