Yay (I suppose)! No "stop writing" reviews, so the reviews are genuine! Oh no, now that I've said it, now they'll start pouring in! Especially after I've tortured some of you with up to a week of waiting. Not really that long, but still long enough.

Meh. Whatever. Not too much more to say, except a response to a guest review:

To Lyssuss,

Yes, I suppose. But you rarely see them, no? Usually it's about life in Minecraftia (i.e. Prophecy of Minecraftia) or going into Minecraft (i.e. ….). So I thought this would be a good idea. And a new perspective.

Very interesting. A previous reviewer told me otherwise to your "make your chapters longer" comment. …That doesn't make sense, does it? So, I'll take both your advices and make them longer, but stop when I think appropriate. Deal?

So anyways, thanks for reviewing!

End message. A bit ironic that the longest and maybe most helpful review was the one I couldn't respond to. But all reviews are encouragement and helpful. Maybe not nyroc128's, but never mind.

On with the story!

Steve put down his wood and yawned. For some unfathomable reason, he felt tired. Very, very tired. And the sun hadn't risen yet. Sure, the Player made him stay up sometimes, maybe because of a lack of a bed or he needed to do some oh-so-important thing. And he'd grown tired. But that was nothing compared to this.

Other than sleeping or getting killed in Minecraft, Steve had never laid down. Ever. (A/N: Ever notice that? That he never trips or falls?) But his body felt like there was a full inventory worth of gold or some other dense material in it; his eyelids were constantly fluttering, and his grasp on reality and consciousness felt far away and very narrow. If only he could lie down….

A wolf ran around him. Resa, if he remembered its name correctly. From – what world was it? It didn't matter. The wolf kept running. And smiling. Wolves never smiled. Only went evil if you punched them. But Resa was smiling. And laughing. In a female voice. Odd.

Steve's eyes suddenly flew open, but he thought they had already been open. And he thought his wolf had been with him. Well, apparently not. The sun was just rising over the mountains and he had been sleeping under a tree, his collected branched scattered all over. And he'd had a vision in his sleep. This was very odd. Steve sat up and began analyzing his situation. He was in a strange new update where 1. Trees were unpunchable 2. His limb movements were visible 3. He could sleep anywhere now.

Steve wasn't sure he liked this update. Even more than the 1.8.1 when he had to wait to get healed by his hunger meter. But he guessed that wood was still collectable, if difficult to collect, and that crafting tables were existent. It was his only shot. Steve's first attempt at crafting: He took 4 of the 30 or so branches he had collected and smashed them together. Result: a pile of branches, some of them broken. Second attempt: He tore some of the wood apart (wood - wooden planks) and put that together. Carefully. Result: A shoddy, crafting table-looking cube made of wood. Hopefully it would stand up and support the materials Steve crafted. Satisfied somewhat ("This update makes the crafting tables look cruddy!") , Steve began to craft.

Many broken branches and an hour later, Steve was in a foul mood. The wooden tools he'd crafted were weak and disfigured. Honestly, what is with this update? Steve thought furiously. Oh well…hopefully this gets better by stone tools.

Oops, promptly forgot. Nothing in the story is mine except the storyline. Steve and Minecraft belong to Mojang and the storyline might belong to some other person, too. There. Happy, nonexistent scary lawyer people?

Many thanks to my current reviewers and some to my future reviewers. It's never too late to say what you think, so review. Again, I will accept any reviews stating that I should stop writing seriously. If you do it just for kicks, then I can tell and will smite you.

Sneak peek: Next chapter Steve encounters "Mobs"!