A/N: Please note that this entire story is 100% fictional and original, save for things that happen in the game regardless of your actions (monsters at night, etc.). By this I mean I'm not basing this on an actual Minecraft world I have, I'm just making up a story.

Day one.

I don't remember my name.

I don't remember anything. All I know is that I woke up on this god-forsaken island earlier today. Everything I had was trashed, except for my compass. Even that isn't working properly; At first glance it's fine, but it always points to the spot I awoke. As if it was re-calibrated... But that doesn't make sense. You can't calibrate a compass. It works with magnets or something.

Anyway, I keep it with me. I can inspect it later. Who knows, it could be useful. For now, I have more important things on my hands, and they're even less plausible.

I'm in a tree right now. Looking down, I see things that I can't begin to comprehend. Even I think I'm crazy, but there are giant spiders (no lie, they're like 2 meters across), zombies and green monsters that explode when you get close. I'm glad I figured that last bit out quickly, or else that would have been my downfall. It'd be a shame for me to die so soon. A bit of a more pressing matter is the skeletons. They have bows and arrows, for no doubt some crazy, illogical reason. They're the only thing here that can attack from a distance, so they're really my only concern. I'm not getting much sleep tonight...

Day two.

Well.

Most of the monsters stopped attacking me as the sun came up. When I say "stopped attacking me", I mean BURST INTO FLAMES. Well, the zombies did and skeletons did. The green things showed no sign of change, but I was particularly intrigued by the spiders; They just became indifferent. I walked up to one and stroked it for a bit, and it hardly noticed me, but when I punched it for kicks (does this make me a bad person?), it started attacking me. Needless to say, I scrambled back up the tree.

I guess the day/night mechanic here is a good sign. It means I can look for ways to survive during the day, and wait it out during the night. I guess my only hope would be to build a shelter. The green things pack quite a punch in their explosions, though. I may have to make the walls pretty thick.

"Green things". That's no fun to say. I may as well name them. Well, they're creepy... Creep... Creeping... Whatever, I'll do it later.

Anyway, I was looking for anything to use as a shelter, when I noticed the abundance of trees. I was cursing my lack of an axe, and punched one out of frustration. Apparently the trees are incredibly weak. This is usually a bad thing when looking for materials, but if they're so weak I can get lumber with my bare hands then this is very good. It only took me a few minutes of fiddling to realize that I could even shape the wood into other tools. I now have an axe (take that, powers that be!), a shovel, a pickaxe, and even a sword. I'm not foolish enough to run around in the dark, sword in hand; It seems pretty flimsy. I would only be able to kill a couple creatures until it gave out on me. But at least they're cool?

On an unrelated note, the pork here is delicious. I inadvertently killed a pig while fooling around with my sword (you and I both know that's a lie, I guess I am a bad person), and it happened to cut out a perfect slice of meat. I didn't bother to look for a way to cook it, it smelled so good I had to eat it on the spot. Raw meat: Yum. I'd rather have it cooked, but until I can make a fire it's good enough for now. It may even have healing abilities; Some wounds I had earned started to fade as I ate. It seems crazy, but compared to the other stuff that happens here? Pfft. This is like average with a side order of normal, topped with everyday sauce.

Where is "here", anyway? I thought it was an island at first, though I've given it some thought, and I've concluded that my conclusions are inconclusive. Or something. I just as easily could have woken up on a beach. This place even seems to have it's own weather system. I can see in the distance deserts, rainforests, tundras... You name it, it's happening somewhere.

Night was particularly uneventful. Well, you know what I mean. I built a small shelter, and hung out in it overnight. I left a small hole in one of the walls to see what time of day it was, and when it would be safe to come out. It was through this hole that I got my first, and most disturbing good look at a zombie. Other than a mild green tint to their skin, they look exactly like me. Clothes and all.

I'm doing my best to keep my cool, but ideas keep swirling around in my head as to why that could be. Right now I'm toying with the idea that I'm a clone, and definitely not the first one to be sent here. It's difficult to try to survive knowing that all those other times I've failed.

But I push those thoughts from my head and replace them with promises of more pork. And thanks to some lucky shots by some skeletons, I may need it.

Day three.

Those green idiots blew up my base. I must have fallen asleep, and when I woke up I was aching all over and there was a huge hole in the wall. I plotted revenge for a bit before realizing that it had to have blown itself up. Hmm, suicide as self-defense. That cannot have been an evolutionary advantage. But then there's the interesting part: On my way out of the base, I looked for the remains of the... thing. (Still need to name it.) Nothing. It didn't leave a trace behind, save for the gaping hole in my wall.

I had a thought as I was wondering around. The broken compass could be incredibly helpful: If I build a base right near where I first woke up, then I'll always know which direction to walk if I want to get there! I patted myself on the back as I headed in the direction it pointed me in. I may have been a little bit too pleased with myself, as I fell into a hole in the ground. It hurt a bit, but I saw some pigs outside so it wouldn't be long before the pain went away. The only mild problem would be the near-vertical wall preventing me from getting back to the surface. It was a good thing I had my pickaxe on me, or it would have taken ages to dig out with my hands. About halfway through my vaguely staircase-shaped path, I realized that the rock was staying in a still-usable form. In fact, I had apparently been picking it up compulsively, as it seemed like I had been digging for quite a short amount of time, but had somehow gotten more stone than I know what to do with. Well, that wasn't quite true; a new set of tools and a brand new base should use it up quite nicely.

I was only about three quarters of the way through making my new house when the sun began to set. I took a quick look at what still needed to be done, and realized I had no chance of finishing. Oh, well. I'll do whatever I can to make it through the night, even if it means fighting these things myself.

A/N: Three days = one chapter, ninety percent of the time. I guess if I have one really eventful day then I can make it it's own, but for now I'll try to stick to this ratio.

Don't be nice when reviewing, be harsh! I want to get better, and that's the only way I will.

Thanks for reading so far!