It was black...just black. The inky nothiness swirled around me, consuming me. It was cold, lifeless, hopeless.
There was nothing in sight, just a empty void stretching on forever.
A faint light flickered in the ocean of darkness, blinking periodically - every minute or so.
- crack - thunderous white suddenly flooded into the void, eating up the Black and filling it up with the White. - crack - spectrums of color dotted the White - first red, yellow, green, blue - my mind whirrled at this kaleidoscopic phenomenon, bile crawling up my throat as my vision paled to a misty grey - then it stopped.
The Screen flickered to life and a brownness(which looked a lot like pixelated dirt) spilled across it.
Words popped up, "Generating...world?" I whispered to myself, " Am I...Loading?"
A cactus-green load bar slowly filled up; when it was done, my vision when dark.
Oh no, my thoughts groaned, not the Black.
I awoke in a green plateau, lying on my back as a black and white cow approached.
As I opened my mouth, the first thing I wanted to say was, "I'm free! Awesome!", but the cow ruined that.
It rushed upon me, frantically liking my hair. I pushed it off me, frustrated, "What the heck?! Get off me!"
The creature stepped back, solemn and shamed.
"Go away!" I yelled.
It reluctantly complied, slowly clumping away. As I picked myself up, saliva dripped onto my cheeks, brinking with it an awful smell. I quickly grabbed my hair at this, wettness and ruffled hair the first thing I felt.
"Great," I said sarcastically, flinging my hands intothe air, "Now I've got a cowlick, thanks a lot...cow."
I tried to fix it, but alas this was not be. Everytime I smoothed my hand across my hair, the cowlick simply snapped back.
"Ahh!" I complained, "Stupid cow,"
In my frustration about my bad hair day, I rushed to the nearest tree and began punching it rapidly, until with the force only a bad hair day victim could muster, I punched through the tree.
The part of the tree trunk I so viciously tore through, dropped to the ground as a sort of 'minimized' trunk piece. I picked it up and a sort of 'item tag' popped up in my face.
It read: Oak Wood.
"Mmm," I hummed "Curious"
I began rapidly tearing through tree after tree, then one block of Oak Wood became two and by time I was done, I had entirely deforested an eighteenth of a forest biome.
I scrutinized my inventory...
256 oak wood blocks...exactly four stacks, I thought.
I saw the sky getting darker and the horizon was becoming a bright crimson-orange,
"It's getting dark," I whispered to myself.
I gathered my whims and began randomly touching everything in my Hob Bar ( I decided to call it Hob, instead of Hub, just because I'm special).
I finally got something out of it, when one of my stacks turned into 256 oak wood planks.
Well it's a start...it's gonna be a long way to go and night is coming.