Chapter 1

"Mummy, why can't I go and be a Player?" Little Fungi the Mooshroom asked. Her mother, Shiitake mooed impatiently. "You're a Mooshroom, Fungi. Players are Steves. I can't imagine a Mooshroom like you being a Player, darling." Fungi thumped her hoof." NO! I want to be an adventurer!" She started wailing and mooing.

Behind a spruce tree, a creeper was hissing. But Mooshrooms have very bad hearing, and Shiitake was still rolling her crow-color eyes. "Honestly, just stay there and eat your mycelium and mushroom stew, won't you? Life is hard, my sweetieshroom, but just live on. You must push to the end, me there or not." She mooed softly. The creeper felt an urge to stop, he didn't know if it was compassion—or kindness. He would let the daughter and mother bid farewells.

But suddenly, a blank eyed Steve attacked the mother Mooshroom. He tore off Shiitake's mushrooms and sliced his diamond sword into her. Mushroom stew spurted out as Shiitake mooed in pain. Fungi hugged her mother in dismay. "Mother! Don't leave me alone!" But her mother could only murmur," Fungi, please be strong for me…"

Bomby the creeper hissed in sadness. The daughter Mooshroom was doing something. "Mother, I shall adventure in the world and avenge your death…" Bomby took a deep breath and felt the TNT in him fizz. "Hey, Mooshroom, you are not alone." He hissed in passion, " My name is Bomby, can we be adventurers together?"