MINECRAFT STORY
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This story is my first. I read a few other ones like this and decided to make one. Please review and give me tips on grammar, plot, character personality, or something like that. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Alaya had been the Minecraft player for quite awhile, and she had became quite good at it. This game was a survival game where you survived by day and killed monsters at night. Everything in this digital world was made out of blocks and was pixelated, but she didn't mind. It was very addicting to play. Minecraft was beginning to become an everyday thing.
One particular day, Alaya was exploring in Minecraftia, as the Minecraft world was known as. She began to feel lightheaded and decided to take a break from the game. Lying in her bed, Alaya began to see things as blocks. She believed that she was just playing too much of her new game and needed to rest.
When Alaya woke up, the lightheadedness was gone. But she had no idea where she was!
She was no longer on her bed in her room. Instead, the dumfounded girl was surrounded by a grassy meadow with flowers and the occasional tree. The strange thing was that every object was made out of a block or multiple blocks. If she didn't know better, Alaya would think she was in Minecraftia.
As the day dragged on that silly thought of being inside a game was becoming a possibility. The weird place was exactly like Minecraft. Following her instincts, Alaya did what seemed to be practical. She punched a tree.
A little block of tree bark and wood was floating in front of her. After picking it up, it enlarged. She harvested five more of the little blocks. Every wood block could be sliced into four wooden planks, leaving her with twenty of these planks. She made a table out of four wooden planks and marked a three by three chart of squares on the top. Alaya found some bits of sharp stone and vine to use for crafting. Placing them along the sides of the cube-shaped table, she stood back to look at her little creation.
Upon looking to the side, Alaya discovered that the sun was close to setting. She made a wooden axe and kept chopping down the blocky trees. After only a short while a small four by four shelter was built. It was three blocks high so that there was enough headspace. To make a bed, though, Alaya needed wool. The sun was nearly below the tree line, but she assumed it was safe. She brought a newly made wood sword to cut off the wool from the sheep.
Straying not too far from home she looked for sheep. A grunt came from behind her. Upon turning, a pink cube face could be seen. It was a pig. Alaya killed the pig, for she was very hungry. After butchering it and storing it, she continued her quest for wool. It became harder to see as the darkness approached.
A faint "baaah" was heard, and Alaya went to the source of the sound. A sheep, finally! She pocketed the wool she sheared off the animal and started back to her house.
Suddenly, a loud hiss filled the air. A big black spider jumped out in front of her. It pounced and charged. Alaya swung her sword and hit the creature multiple times. The spider was defeated and left some string. She took it and continued to walk home.
She was almost home when a trio of zombies attacked her. They moaned and bit as she shrieked and slashed. But there was just too many. Alaya could feel her energy draining. The sword broke into multiple wooden pieces, leaving her with only her fists to fight. This was a battle that wasn't going to end well.
Out of nowhere, three arrows flew through the sky. Each hit a zombie in the temple. They fell to the ground; motionless. She looked to the direction of where the arrows game. A guy, about her age (13 or so) was holding a bow. A sheath of arrows were strapped around his back. He had fluffy brown hair and fierce green eyes that matched his slightly tanned skin.
"Who are you?" Alaya exclaimed.