Ch. 1: New day, anybody?
All of a sudden, he woke up. Not a normal way, just woke up. He tried to sit up, but realized he was standing. He pried his eyes open and found himself staring at a tree. His first thought was "wait, what?" Then he noticed something else. This wasn't any normal tree. This tree seemed to be made up of blocks. Small, square, finely detailed blocks, but blocks nonetheless. He looked around. He seemed to be standing in the middle of a jungle. He looked up, only to see a sun. A sun that was surprisingly not blinding. It was a normal sun, except he felt no heat from it. He didn't get tired at looking at it, and it seemed to not be moving at all.
He was lost.
His first thought was to hit the tree that he first saw. So he tried to smack it. All that came out of it was a probably broken knuckle. Then he tried kicking it, punching it, and anything he could think of until he tried rubbing it. That seemed to work. He could see cracks forming in the block. Then, all of a sudden, it popped out. He looked around for it, but it seemed to have disappeared. He thought "well that was useless", but then he tried moving. As he walked, all of a sudden he had a block in his hand, which said "Jungle Wood".
He then proceeded to rub the rest of the tree down, breaking the tree down bit by bit until all remnants of the once magnificent tree were gone. Piece by piece he collected them, until he had six of the lovely wood in his hand. A quiet, mysterious voice came to his head, quietly whispering make a crafting table… make a crafting table… As he had nothing else to go by, he decided to listen to the snakelike voice, which was now getting progressively louder and was starting to give him a headache. Except it wasn't a headache, it was more like, a dull thud in his heart. He wasn't sure what it meant. Or what it was. All he knew was it was hurting, and at the moment he wanted nothing more to please it.
He slowly dragged four pieces of wood onto the grass. He didn't know what was causing him to do it, he just had some feeling that was leading him to do it. As he was placing the wood on the ground, it felt natural, like something he did every day. All of sudden, the blocks condensed into one whole block. It was labeled a Crafting Table.
Then, he stared at it. And stared at it. And continued to stare at it until his eyes started hurting they'd been open for so long. That's when it occurred to him. He didn't need to blink! His eyes weren't hurting. It just seemed like they should be. Why, he didn't know. It just seemed… well, right.
He didn't know what to do. He felt like an idiot. He really, really, felt like there was something he was supposed to do here, he just didn't know what. He decided to try and rub it. Unfortunately, that didn't work because after a bit it disappeared and reappeared back in his inventory. Well, that was a bust,he thought. He placed it back down in front of him. He tried to hit it, but, yet again, to no avail. Then he had an idea. He tried tapping it. Nothing happened.
He walked closer and started examining it. On the sides there was a finely decorated design, and on the top, very faintly, was a 3x3 grid. He made the assumption that something was supposed to go in the grid. So, he tried using another piece of the wood, placing it on the Crafting Table. Nothing happened, so on went another piece, directly below it. Something strange happened. They condensed into one brick again, yet this time it looked more like a stick. Sure enough, as he went to collect the strange substance, it was labeled "Stick".
So he repeated the process over and over again, until his hand was sore from rubbing. Except it wasn't sore. He never had to stop. He just kept on chugging like an old train, determined to get to it's destination. He made more and more sticks, until he decided to experiment with the sticks and wood. He tried placing two sticks on top of each other, and put two blocks of wood on top, wrapping around one on one side to the left. It condensed. He was excited to see what it came out as.
It finished, he picked it up, and it was… a Wooden Axe. The voice came back to him again, telling him to use it to cut down a tree. Sure enough, instead of rubbing he hacked at it, and the tree came down MUCH faster than just rubbing it would. He was glad.
Soon enough, nightfall came, and all he had to himself was a Crafting Table, a half-broken Wooden Axe, and 32 blocks of Jungle Wood. He found a tree that was tall enough for his liking, and climbed it using some vines on it. He chose this to be his nighttime hideout.
Little did he know about the horrors that would await him during nightfall.