I opened my eyes for the first time. I was in a savannah, next to a forest. There was a herd of cows nearby, along with sheep, and horses, and pigs. I looked to my left. There was a beach. To my right, a cave, a thick, shadowy roofed forest. I did not know of the dangers inside either one yet. Just that I should wait to explore.
I walked to the nearest tree. I punched, and a block of acacia wood fell into my hand. I did this until the tree was gone, then made planks. I went to a nice hill on the shore, and began building my house. I quickly ran out of materials, and went to break down another tree. When finished, I started to make them into planks, when I became hungry. I quickly made an ax, and proceeded to kill a few cows. I got food and leather. I decided to save the leather for another time.
I went briefly into the forest, being careful to avoid the roofed forest, to collect a varied type of wood for my house. After taking all the wood from five trees, I made them into planks, and by some weird instinct, made a pickaxe. I put the rest of my planks on the house, and then went to a very mountains biome to collect stone. I found a vain of stone with black pigments in it. Coal. I mined it, and went back to my house.
I quickly made a crafting table and a furnace. I looked out my unfinished wall, and saw the sun setting. I knew I could not continue building at night, and went to kill the nearby sheep for wool. After obtaining enough, I quickly made a bed, and went to sleep.
Things continued like that for a while. I finished my house, made an iron pickaxe, and had wheat and sugar cane growing. I decided it was time to explore. I made an iron sword, still not knowing the dangers I would face with it, and went to the entrance to the cave nearby. I took a breath, and walked inside.