Steve was new to this world.
He didn't know much, save for the fact that he was in a single player world, and had apparently spawned in a forest.
The land around Steve was quite flat, trees jutted out from the ground at regular intervals along the grassy floor. Like a green sea, Steve thought. That was, except for the brown trunks of the trees. Speaking of which, I'd better get punching, the newcomer vaguely recalled from his blurry memories of his previous adventures.
Yep, they all started the same: Steve would spawn, he'd somehow use his fists to cut out a perfect cube of wood (then called a log) and then turn it into a cube of wood (usually oak) planks.
As Steve stood there, punching (he gathered the logs automatically, it seemed) impossible amounts of bark and wood, he wondered about the physics of this world (and all of the other worlds for that matter).
How is it, Steve thought, that I can A.) punch down trees and gather the perfectly cubed logs automatically,
B.) once a cube is removed from the trees mid-section, the tree somehow stays upright, as if floating,
C.) make perfect wooden planks with nothing but my bare hands,
D.) have an unfathomable amount of room in my pockets (he had no backpack)?
Steve had thought for a long time when he suddenly realized that a trail of logs was beginning to form in his wake. Are my magic pockets full already? Steve sarcastically thought with a smile.
Sure enough, when he checked what he was calling now his inventory, there was absolutley no room left for anything else, even though his planks had somehow formed into piles of 64 that took up no more space than that of one plank. Wow, these pockets really are magic, he thought with a grin.
taking the full inventory as a prod to begin his house, Steve set to work. First he put his wood in a 9x11 open square which he extended upwards four blocks. On the fourth block up he filled in more wooden planks and then made a crafting table which he then used to make a door. He puts the door roughly halfway between the two shorter walls and then went outside to build a decent roof (verses the previous flat top). Steve the dug a 7x9 hole four blocks down. And build a floor/ceiling on the forth block up, just like the upstairs. When that was all said and done Steve went out to look for sand to make windows. Jeez is it getting dark already? Thought Steve with a grimace.
Luckily, though Steve spotted a bunch of sheep grazing in the grass. Killing three of them, Steve received three pieces of white wool, to be used for a bed. Then Steve put three pieces of oak planks under the wool and voilà! Abedmagicallyappeared in place of the six other blocks.
Steve ran back to his house, threw down the bed, and settled down for a good night sleep.