Just so you guys know, this is my second story! I am most likely abandoning my first one, but don't fret! I am sticking to this one! I was inspired by FullMoonFlygon, who wrote The Miner's Destiny. If you haven't read it, be sure to check it out!
And also, remember that reviews make my day! If you don't like something I did, you would like to see something, or you see something that I mistyped or a plot hole (not in the first chapter... it's basically impossible).
And DON'T SPAM ME ABOUT THIS BEING TOO SHORT! I want to start off small. As Neil Armstrong once said...
"This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Anyway... enjoy! Please don't get angry at me for copying a bit of FMF's plot and stuff... and also I have school so I might not update super often.
Speaking of copying FMF...
PLASMAAAA! *smokebomb*
(JK! That won't be in the future chapters.)
Chapter 1: The Beginning
I got up, spitting dirt out of my mouth. I looked around. Was I- was I in the world of MINECRAFT? It seemed as if I was.
I scratched my head, trying to remember what on earth had happened. I couldn't remember anything… just… a man with a huge beard and… someone that looked exactly like him… a man with… blank eyes?
No, no, that made no sense… wait… being in Minecraft made no sense…
So I guess that was that. The only other things I remember are my name, which is John Boniface, and… the two men talking to me about… something.
Argh… this was frustrating. However, by instinct (I think I may have played this game before… have I?), I knew that I needed to get wood. Like, REAL fast. So I started punching the trees around me.
When I punched the first one, I got surprised when the piece of wooded dashed towards me and onto a tool belt I had. How did I not notice it earlier?
After punching all the wood, there was a white number next to it, meaning I had that amount of wood. At the time, the number happened to be 13, so I quickly some planks and made a crafting bench. Then I made some tools and a sword, and a little house that could fit me and possibly… I don't know, 2 more people? By then, it was nearly night, and I was starving. Gee, who knew one could be hungry in a game? But… I wasn't thirsty, so that was good.
I heard an "oink", and immediately turned around. It was a pig. I unsheathed my sword and slowly snuck up on the pig.
When I was close enough, I jabbed the sword through the pig's behind. The entire pig turned red, and it squealed and ran around, derping out. However, the thing that confused me the most was that… the mark I made was gone. The pig looked like it wasn't even touched. Hmm… Probably some weird Minecraft physics or whatever. I jabbed it two more times before it finally tipped over 90 degrees and turned into white smoke, leaving behind two raw pork chops that flew onto my tool belt.
I could hear zombies now, so I quickly ran into my shelter. Where was I? Why was I here? What had brought me here? All I could do was ponder on the wooden floor (I didn't see any sheep) without answers…
I rolled over onto my side, listening to the groaning of the zombies and the other noises made by the other monsters…
How was it that I knew what everything was? It was like… I had an encyclopedia in the back of my brain or something…
Eventually I drifted into a sleep…
And got woken up by a loud scream outside.