This is a story about many things.
Yes, it does have some aspects of a cliched Minecraft fanfiction to it. But it's got so much more than that! It's got minecart chases, having tea with the Ender Dragon, Herobrine being a scimitar-wielding badass - but that doesn't matter to you, does it? No, it's all in the romance, isn't it? Well, for those who need a quick jerk-off, there's a romantic subplot. However,if I were to tell you the whole of it I'd be spoiling it. I've already spoiled quite a lot as it is.
Now, if we are ready to begin, let us do so.
We start with a description of our main protagonist, Herobrine. Is he a protagonist? Well, he's the lord of death and the messenger of evil, so he's what we might call a... villain protagonist. But he's more of a neutral villain protagonist. He's less a villain, and more a force of nature.
Herobrine has black hair, a strong jawbone, a healthy tan from the Nether's sun, and a neatly-trimmed black beard covering the lower half of his face. He takes great pride in his beard. He won't have anyone shaving it.
As an outfit he wears a blue short-sleeved shirt and an even darker blue set of jeans. The knees of the jeans are scuffed due to simply being inside the Nether with them (the underworld can be a most corrosive place).
On his back is slung a diamond scimitar. It is very weighty when it is carried, and yet when it is wielded a power comes that dispells all notions of weight. The scimitar is probably magical, but then again I'm only the narrator. I could be lying.
Now let us transition to our heroine.
Her name is Kaylee. She has just had a most unnerving experience, that luckily has happened to several million people/entities before her. In fact, you could say that what she has experienced could be likened to the common cold on Earth. She had been sucked from the real world into Minecraft. As I've said, this is nothing major, seeing as it happens all the time and people act all mystic about it simply for the novelty.
Kaylee has long flowing hair, with the ends dyed purple. For some ungodly reason she is wearing a light and certainly mystic dress in the middle of dead winter. Kaylee probably doesn't know this, seeing as she's just been sucked into Minecraft. She is unarmed, and will soon have to journey out into the open world to collect materials. She will, as a former player, know how to do things, and create a nice house from which she can have adventures.
There is a 90 percent chance she will meet a traveler of the opposite sex and fall madly in love with him. There is a 99 percent chance he will be a celebrity.
But Kaylee doesn't know whether she'll meet a celebrity during her journey, because she has literally just been sucked in the game.
She stands at the spawn point up to her ankles in snow, shivering. Her large puppy dog eyes turn heavenwards - excuse me, Aetherwards - as she contemplates the amazing coldness on her blissfully unaccustomed feet. Until that moment she was just a sheltered fangirl. Now, as the winter sun shines over her, she's in the thick of it, ready to die.
But that's enough of young Kaylee, who is shaping up to be your standard heroine/damsel with a dagger. Let's move on to other matters.
Let's examine the antagonist of this nice little story, shall we? Yes, yes, we shall.
Our antagonist is unnamed, but is a source of evil too great and powerful to be imagined. As such, I cannot spoil anything. Now, this character is nothing to be laughed at. Evil is dead serious.
The agents of evil, on the other hand, can be lampooned and lambasted to no end. Then again, so can everyone else, seeing as this is basically a bundle of cliches hastily wrapped up and shipped out as a legit story. We're all good.
Our first agent of evil in the making is Clive. He is another person sucked into Minecraft from the real world. He is tall and handsome and muscled, but when it counts he has the IQ of a testosterone-poisoned bull on crack. His brown hair is slicked back and shiny, and his face is perfectly sculpted. Any artist, paid to carve his face into the side of a mountain, would have broken down crying by the end of it and fallen off his ladder. Clive wears a leather jacket made from a perfectly innocent cow, some (frankly retarded) red shutter shades, a pair of khaki pants, some neon shoes, and a white shirt showing through the front of his jacket.
He's already been in Minecraft for quite some time. He's got a set of perfect diamond armor in his inventory, but doesn't wear it because he is under the impression that he is too awesome to die (or that he is a pivotal figure in the story and therefore will be missed by everyone when he does kick the bucket). Again, he's got the IQ of a testosterone-poisoned bull on crack.
Our other agent of an unseen evil is the dark wizard Marusan, who oversees the dark parts of Minecraft from his dreaded tower of dread. The tower itself is a wonderfully tall and spiky contraption that is engineered to light up in the nighttime and has so much redstone inside it's a wonder Marusan hasn't died from redstone poisoning.
Standing atop the tower, Marusan is a frightful spectacle. Although, on the other side of the screen, he is a kid trying to look awesome and powerful, his skin is... to put it in a word... frightening. He wears a black robe and cowl, and underneath the hood beneath the mask of shadows is a pair of dead red eyes. And get this: he has fifty diamond swords. Fifty. You heard me right. So if he breaks one, he has another.
But he prefers not to fight. He instead prefers to rule by fear, intimidation, and when possible lighting a lot of things on fire.
Our final agent is a young elf-looking person by the name of Darathel. Like the example of Clive, above, he is unwittingly a servant of evil. He hasn't become one yet. But he will be swayed. It is only a matter of time. His innocent gray eyes will not remain so. His perfect, long, straight red hair will be stained with the blood of thousands. His cheerful green elf-outfit will be replaced with demonic armor. Darethel will become a conquerer.
But I'm spoiling it too much.
There is also, in the land of Minecraftia, assorted side characters who aren't in any way involved wholesale in the plot. There is Derek, a blond-haired and strong male blacksmith who forges swords with names like "Vanquisher" that can catch opponents on fire. Knoll, a self-described freelancer and bandit, is a mysterious man in a black ninja outfit who is wanted for one whole stack of 64 gold bars; he is considered armed and extremely dangerous when provoked. Delilah is a tree farmer on the outskirts of a Testificate village, and she is also the caretaker of the residents. Her assistant is a dog named Snowy. And of course there are multiple people who have, like Kaylee, been sucked into Minecraft. Some have been there since the beginning of the phenomenon, and others are new.
And me? Why, I'm the narrator. I prefer to remain anonymous, to protect myself from scrutiny.
The basics of the story have been sorted out. Any questions?
... I thought not.
Let's begin the tale.