I've decided to restart, as now I am much more knowledgeable than 3 years ago.
So, this story will be different, I hope that you will stand by, and come with me through this passage. There will be more realism than Minecraft aspects, apologies.
Now, begin
Chapter 1 - The return
Adrien, is a young man with no background, a blank slate. No living family, no love interests, no friends. Being at the young age of 22, he decided that he should commit suicide.
"I suppose any other day could've been better." He said staring down the barrel of some old rifle from WWI, he contemplated "No one will realize I'm gone...people will think the same old thoughts, and do the things they do." He set his rifle against the ground, opened his mouth, and then pulled the trigger.
(Bang)
A flash of white covered his eyes as he could smell the gunpowder...and blood. It tickled his nose. Then nothing. A black void, with no colour, or feelings.
"So this is what it's like huh? Pretty boring afterlife...whoa" suddenly cold wind blew through the void, it was freezing, and something about it seemed terrifying, Adrien had chills run through his body...what seemed like a body, he couldn't see anything, or move. A deep raspy voice spoke to him "Mortal...tell me of your troubles...that is what I am here for...to listen" what? Is this god? The devil? Something else? "Who are you? And where am I?" He asked fearfully "You need not fear me, for I exist to help others, my name is Quod mendax...and you have ended your own life, how rebellious against god...I shall grant you new life, in a different world, you may start over"
"W-wait a minute, hey!" Quod mendax did not respond but instead the presence has left, shortly after Adrien awoke in a field, like he had waken up from a long dream.
"What the..." he stood and looked at the surrounding area. Storm clouds looked like they were ready to start pouring, the air pressure could be felt, and the wind carried the scent of rainwater, he had been perched on a small hill just outside of a forest, mountain ranges could be spotted in the distance facing opposite of the woods.
Below the foggy horizon of the mountain range, a small town. So he started walking.
After what seemed to be 20 minutes he reached what appeared to be the gateway to enter the town, the guards let him pass. They had been armed with spear axes, or pole arms, he wasn't sure on the logistics aspect. Only when he reached the town he realized he had new clothes on, what seemed to resemble a barkeep uniform. With a black bow tie and shoes. It was kind of chilly and the rain had started to fall.
"I wouldn't mind the rain if it was warmer dammit" he mumbled quietly to himself. He didn't have any money, in fact the only things he had were the clothes he came here with. "Shit...what do I do?" He walked over to wooden overhang and sat down, avoiding the rain but not the cold that had ensued afterwards. "Brrr...I might die again at this rate" he whispered coldly. The rain was relaxing to him, the mist and pitter patter of the drops, put him at peace. The lights glowing through the fog. Creating a lovely sight.
And he slowly drifted into sleep.
The following morning was slightly warmer, but so cloudy as the possibility of rain wasn't out of the question again.
"Hungry...and thirsty...this sucks" he walked forward to a splitting pathway, people of varying sorts walked past him, some throwing glances. But they went about their business as per usual. "Dammit..." Adrien collapsed in the road and blacked out, the noises started to fade around him. He had passed out from some sort of exhaustion.
The last thing he heard was footsteps against to wet gravel that made up the pathway.
