A/N - This fanfic was written by my little brother! XD Sorry for the ultra-shortness. He's not really used to writing so...there ya go. But it's good stuff, so if you like Minecraft PLEASE READ IT!
I am Jake and I am here to tell you the story of how Minecraft came to be what it is now. This is not a story of writing computer code or graphic design. This is a tale trickery, tyranny, rebellion and new beginnings.
When Minecraft was created, people from all over came and transferred into it. In one day Minecraft was filled with people and when night fell they had no idea what to do when the monsters came. They scrambled in to caves and trees to hide from them. In the morning they found the could kill pigs to get meat to heal the people that were still alive.
People eventually learned to fight the zombies and spiders, but they couldn't get close enough to attack the skeletons, and the creepers are just impossible. They also tried to block the cave entrances with stone but they couldn't move it. Soon people started to lose hope but their savior was coming in the form of Steve.
The day Steve came everyone thought he was crazy because he punching trees. A few minuets later they noticed that he was actually collecting the wood! They all watched in amazement has he made a crafting bench and tools. Soon Steve had built and moderately sized house and asked the the people were he could find some coal. Of course no one new what coal was so Steve had to explain that it was stone with the black lumps in it.
Once he had made torches with the coal he built houses for some of the others and showed them how to make there own tools. Soon there was a nice town around Steve's house. After everyone got settled in their houses and Steve taught them out to fight, he started making them pay for his services. People who live in the first few houses that he made had to pay rent, he took over all the stores and when he discovered a new crafting recipe he just sold it in the stores instead of telling people what it was.
