CHAPTER 1: I wake up…
A rising sun blinds me. Blinking rapidly, I let my eyesight adjust. A hard ground beneath me meets my skin. My bed, where is it?
My eyes adjust. I stand up and look around. My mouth drops in horror. Everything around me is in cubic structure. The spherical, soft shapes I am used to seeing are gone. My bed is gone. Where is my bed?
In desperation I see a large hill. I seem to be able to jump up one block at a time. I reach the top. I look around.
I can see out for miles. Cubic wasteland. Block wasteland. My world, where has it gone? Even my own body is cubic. What has happened? I see snow to the north. Is it the north? The sun is moving to the right. I think that is the north. Snow is coming from the north.
I would be cold. What if I freeze to death? I miss my bed. My warm, comfy, smooth, wrinkly, bed. The world is made of blocks. I am lost. I need wood. Wood will give me warmth.
I see a tree in the distance. I try to grab the bark. My hands won't let me grip the tree in any way to grab the bark. I punch the tree in anger. The trunk of the tree obtains a small crack. I punch it several more times. The bottom portion of the tree drops down and *plop* becomes manageable to use. The tree does not topple. Gravity does not affect it. How do I make fire? I think back in history. Cave people used flint and rocks. I don't have either of those. Before that, how did they live in cold weather? They lived in caves. I needed to find a cave.
The sun is at high noon. The snow seems ever present, but stationary for the moment. I am nervous. I travel many, many steps to what I assume is the south. I miss my iPod. I hum music in my head to keep myself entertained and sane. The world is desolate.
I see a dark space in the earth. I go over to it, but a block of dirt is blocking my path. As I near the cave, ominous feelings trickle into my mind. I don't have a shovel to move the dirt block. That is how they moved dirt where I came from. I try punching it. A crack forms. After several more punches, another *plop*, the block is in my hands. I place it above the entrance to the cave. The block does not fall. Gravity does not affect it. I sit in the cave to regain my thoughts. The cave is small. It is only about 5 units in and just tall enough for me to slip in.
I know there is snow. I need to be warm. Where can I find something to start a fire? Lightning? No, the clouds in the sky are white. Friendly. Passive. What about flint and anything to cause friction? Rocks? I turn around and look at the stone wall before me. I try punching the rock. A very tiny crack appears. I punch the rock multiple times again. The crack expands slightly. After punching the rock, it finally breaks. My punching pulverized it into rubble. I can't use that. I need something more efficient. How do I break rock? People get through rock with TNT. I don't have explosives. Oh. That is right. Mining. People used Picks. I need a pick. I look at the materials I have, one wooden block. I can use that for a handle. I quickly strip and smooth out the wood. I get 4 effective planks. Planks would be too uncomfortable as a handle.
I think. Oh. I grab one of the planks and further smooth it out and reduce its size. I get 4 sticks out of this. I don't know how to make a pick though. How do you make tools with nothing? I need a workplace to plan this out. And then the idea pops in my head. A Workbench. How do I make a workbench? I think back. My dad had one in his garage. It was made of wood. I look at the 3 planks remaining in my hand. I need more wood. I look outside. It is near evening. I go outside to find more trees. After reasonable amount of time spent searching, I return as the sky begins to darken. I found 5 blocks of wood. I refine them. 20 planks sit before me. I make the structure as simple as I can. After working on it, I have 16 planks left to spare.
Night is upon the world. I look outside. It is extremely dark. I was always fearful of the dark. I quickly break the dirt block I left outside and place it in front of my entrance. I miss my bed. It was warm. But it led me to this nightmare. Where am I? I do not feel fatigued, though. Back to work. I turn around to plan out a pick. As I turn though, I here a soft moan.