Oh man...

Rewriting this is like peeling the plastic off of something new.

Bust a mighty nut for it...

Oops.

As always,

Enjoy!

Slamming my fist into my heart, I managed to get my body out of it's state of shock. After a second of panting, I finally shook off the damage I gave myself. I sighed just a little before standing up to meet her face to face. As I took a closer look at her, I had noticed she wore minimalistic clothing, the only thing she wore being two pieces of sheep skin. One of them was a loin cloth while the other was being used to cover her cleavage and breasts. Her breasts looked to be a D if my measurements by eye didn't lie to me.

This is the first large breast size I've seen in real life... The biggest before this being a B cup...

Being the little pervert I was, I couldn't help but blush, the bandanna successfully covering it up. Atop her head, were two dog ears, the rest of her head covered in hair that reached to the bottom of her back. The complimenting colors of her skin and her features made me feel as if I was staring down a real life anime girl. Her white skin accentuated the BEAUTY of her puppy eyes. I can''t help but try to be as detailed as I can. I mean, that's some of the things we weebs live for.

WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS EXIST. She is definitely not from the mob talker mob, but I'm guessing she's the wolf mob... I mean. It doesn't require a detective to know that. But damn... I'm going to have a hard time dealing with this world if there are any more beautiful girls like her.

"Hey there. My name's Lone, what's yours?" Her voice had such a sultry tone to it, managing to maintain the motherly touch in it. Honestly, I could just stand there and listen to her all night, but I couldn't be rude and not answer her.

"Hmph. The name's Shadow... I couldn't help but notice that you're out here alone. AND IF I'm correct, you're probably quite far from your pack mates." She giggled as she nodded her head once to acknowledge my question. A lone fang protruded from her overbite, with it being mirrored by another once she opened her mouth to flash a toothy smile.

I'M GOING TO GET TYPE 2 DIABETES AT THIS RATE. SHE'S SUPER FUCKING SWEET. I mean... I'm in fucking heaven on the mortal plane... I'm representing the fang squad right here...

"Heh. You've far exceeded my expectations. I thought you were like Steve or something like that. But here we are conversing with one another..." She took a moment to scan me up and down, shirtless and glistening with sweat. I couldn't react in embarrassment as I was trying to stay in character.

"I take you're not from around here?" Instantly, I was reminded that our characters were called 'Steves' when we played Minecraft, with us being unable to talk for shit... But now, I was managing to talk with a character that I would never meet back on Earth. To gain another look at her, I scanned her from top to bottom. Her body was curvy like an enchantress, her hips accenting the hourglass look. On the way back up, my eyes were glued to her chest, the imagination betraying me.

FUCK. I CAN'T STOP STARING AT HER CHEST. Look at her eyes... Look at her eyes... Look at her eyes... Look at her eyes... Look at her eyes... I can't trust her. The world is dangerous.

"Ye-yeah. I come from somewhere far from this world, a place we call Earth. While we're on that topic... Would you mind telling me about this world you call Minecraftia?" After I found myself stumbling with my words, I started to speak slowly as to prevent myself from stuttering any further.

It's getting SO FUCKING HARD maintaining the cool guy act. I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT HER. I have to calm. Down... Good thing I asked about the world, I'm killing two birds with one stone.

"Well, there are several kingdoms where the mobs are represented by one or two rulers and their family. In fact, I'm the princess of the Wolves. We royalty enforce the policy that we rule over the whole mob population, including sub-species."

Well shit. This is turning into a fantasy setting... Though, I still feel like this feels a bit similar to a Fan Fiction I read somewhere... But THAT'S besides the point, because I won't be able to get this chance again. I gotta roll with this conversation for that information if you know what I mean.

"Hmm... Would you happen to have any info on anything Minecraftian? It would be great if you could help me." Without saying a word, she pulled a thick book out of her cleavage, the covers warm to the touch. The book read 'The Land We Call Minecraftia' which looked to be a guidebook/kids' book about Minecraftia. I thanked her as she readjusted her sheep skins, both of them almost slipping off.

"Do you mind me keeping this book for a while? I think I'll read up on everything in this book for the next couple of days." She nodded as to grant me permission, and I took that chance to test the feeling in my gut that I had...

"Do some of the princesses crave human flesh by any chance?"

"To be blunt... Yes. A majority of the undead mobs love human flesh, although their main diets are grains and starches. Though, if they crave it, they'll consume cows and pigs whole to sate their desires as opposed to eating the local villagers." An audible gulp was heard from the back of my throat as I swallowed my saliva.

If my quest has anything to do with them, I'll have to risk getting eaten alive. And by GOD do I not wan't to get eaten alive...

A shiver traveled up my spine, almost shaking me down to the core as my imagination betrayed me. Imagining that they were eating my organs made me feel sick, killing my appetite and will to converse. BECAUSE FUCK THAT SHIT.

"Well, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me, though I believe that we're going to part ways?" It wasn't the best way to kill a conversation, but at least it wasn't something stupidly abrupt. I waved her off and returned back inside, closing the door FIRMLY this time.

Damn, she's got one hell of a rack on her... But those thighs though. I have to continue tomorrow though. Maybe this time, I won't throw out my shoulder from trying not to hit a girl.

With thoughts of the girl in my head combining with what was going to be done tomorrow, I fell asleep, my body dead as it sprawled out atop the body the pillow. Somehow, I fell asleep in that position, the lack of blanket not stopping it.

Lone POV

The gathering hall looked cleaner than usual, for someone had managed to repaint the images on the wall. To my interest, they've also replaced the cracked stone in the floor, also reviving the local plant life that used to grow here. My dad sitting there expectantly, most likely asking for a report on Shadow, with me standing there quietly until he finally started to ask questions.

"Is it dangerous? Need we worry about the well being of the pack? Recalling my moments interacting with Shadow, something felt off about him, even despite the face he almost struck me down. Not wanting to lie to him, I spoke my mind on the matter, recalling everything.

"No, but he does possess combat knowledge. There are some strange markings on him, and he seems to hide his face. I highly doubt that those features are bad, but it it noteworthy. He obviously sentient and is a male of greater intelligence." He rubbed his chin, his partial form being a wolf with a human figure, the head still the head of a wolf. He seemed to bear his fangs a bit as he continued on.

"So it's a he? Okay... Does he seem to have any ill intentions?"

"Once again, no. He currently just seems set on surviving in this world, on contact, he asked for my guidance about the land. And not just shortly before that, he was killing off mobs that were invading his shelter." That seemed to pique his interest, as he leaned in with a smile curving at the edge of his mouth.

"Hmm... Would you happen to know his mob affiliation?" Trying to think, I didn't recall that I had asked what he was. I had forgotten that part as I was trying to not be suspicious and let the conversation flow. Thankfully, his place on the shore wasn't far from the den. One mile wasn't that far of a trek for us wolves, though I doubt any other land mob princess would agree with me.

"Thank you Lone, I'm thankful that we won't have to worry about him harming our wolves." He waved me off as to dismiss me from the meeting room and called in the elders. I walked off and decided to go deeper in the den, lying down to take a nap. After all, there wasn't much I could do tired while in an empty cave.

Shadow POV

I woke up to be met with the sun blazing, the light flooding through my windows. I started to munch on a Pop Tart as I decided to read the book Lone had loaned to me. I'M CLEVER. DEAL WITH IT. Oops... Sorry... Almost instantly, I opened the book to be met with a small, yet impressive, table of contents.

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The Land We Call Minecraftia

1. The Basics

- Survival... 1
- Crafting... 3
- Blocks & Items... 18
- Environment and Biomes... 29

2. The Realms

- Overworld... 32
- Nether... 34
- Aether... 36
- End... 38

3. Control of Minecraftia

- Mob Treaty... 40
- Land Division... 45
- Royal Families... 52

4. Miscellaneous

- The Four Outcasts... 63
- The Royal Competition... 65
- Holidays... 69

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Okay. A competition where I scrap with royalty. I'd be fucking down for that, and if it was my quest, I wouldn't complain one single bit. I think...

I basically knew everything in the former two chapters, so I turned to page 40 and started to read aloud what was on the page. The paper was a bit rugged, the edges being frayed and slightly torn. The usually white paper was stained a dull yellow, which made it easier to read somehow... Gingerly, I started to read as I didn't want to corrupt my knowledge of Earth with this, silently hoping I would forget this too.

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After the power struggle for control of Minecraftia ended (The War), the kings went to The End to foresee the signing of the Mob Treaty. Basically, the Treaty is now seen as the rules and guidelines of conduct between these nations. The three basic rules declared in the Preamble are as follows:

1) In no way should any mob be harmed intentionally no matter the kingdom they are residing in.

2) In no way should harm be brought to any member of the Royal Family unless stated otherwise.

3) In no way should the Royal Family seize total control over their people, for the ruled can exercise the right to overthrow them as they deem fit.

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So basically like the fucking Amendments. Great. As long as I don't do anything irrational, I should be fine. Just treat them like... people. People who WANT to eat my guts. Fucking Treaty laws, I know I'll be punished if I break these rules.

I skipped over the rest of the sub-chapter, as I didn't want to remind myself of 9th-grade social studies. All I ever did was remember all the Amendments and laws. I immediately turned to page 45 and continued to read on. As I read on, I found Lone's and read it aloud as if she could hear me.

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The Wolves are responsible for overlooking the plains, since they were responsible for watching over it since the dawn of time. They also watch over the shores with the squids. They have tribes, which the king assembles the elders of each tribe to him every once in a while.

Lone, the daughter of Wolf King Ulfric, is a very cool headed and kind person. From time to time however, she can be a bit vengeful and irritable, so proceed with caution. Here is a sample of her abilities:

Wolf Pack: Lone is able to summon a pack of wolves, whether they be normal or ender, she can summon them in large amounts. The max amount of packs she can have at her side is two, the max pack size being 16.

Nature's Call: Lone has improved strength, speed, and stamina when she hasn't used this ability. When she uses this ability, she gives all allies the buffs she has split evenly among them. She can't use the buffs for herself any longer once she does, that's unless her allies are defeated, or the spell wears off (One day).

Primal Blast: Lone absorbs the energy around her (except for wither and ender) and fires it in a beam from her mouth. The after affects are based on the types of energy involved in the blast. Her favorite energy to absorb is Mist and Nature.

Wolf Form: Lone transforms into a large wolf, now having permanent strength, speed, and stamina (Not stacking with Nature's Call). Her abilities are now strengthened as her mental prowess improves threefold. She is now able to cast her other abilities.

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Welp. Remind me to not fuck with her.

12:37 PM

I closed the book to see the sun at the apex of the sky, marking that it was... HIGH NOON. Sorry about that. I walked outside and felt my clothes to feel that they were dry. I only put on my shirt, as it was way too relentlessly hot to put on a black jacket. I stretched once more, 'cracking' my joints and back, the two that made an audible click sound was my back and my knuckles.

Oh shit. I forgot to take these off.

The wrapping on my hands were still on me, with no hint of it falling off anytime soon. I shook off the feeling I got from stretching, and did a jog up and down the beach. Don't get me wrong. The world was fucking beautiful for it being so blocky and dangerous. The swaying leaves in the wind made it seem like a peaceful day on the shores of Hawaii.

Memories...

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I started to recall the days I spent with my parents there. The locals were always nice; they they gave us a fish or two from their catch, so we always ended up eating 'poke' (poh-kay) for dinner as a side. The day always passed by quick, with me hanging out with my friends in school talking about memes. Even though I wasn't allowed outside the house, I usually got permission to go down to my friends's house to LAN party. Sometimes my parents and I looked at the plants and flowers down in the Botanical Gardens. At the end of the trail, we fed the ducks in the lake and had a good time, watching as the koi swarmed the area where the bread was.

From the age of 4, I was playing an instrument of some sort, whether it be a violin, guitar, ukulele, piano, whatever. You've probably noticed that my parents wanted me to find something in music. It pained them that I "Didn't play enough", though I was pretty sure they've seen me pick up the ukulele and violin to play a song out of my head. Sooner than later, we moved down to Oahu to live with my uncle. The 'Big Island' was just "Too crowded" for them, so they went down where the population density is worse...

I had gone to work with my uncle for work experience and muscle toning, the work being on a farm for chickens, goats, and pigs. A greenhouse full of veggies sat all the way in the back, which my auntie had tended for daily for the past two decades. It was there that I gained my muscular endurance, as I couldn't always drive the cart around. The steep hill separated the parts of the farm from on another, and carrying two 50 pound bags of grain feed up and down wasn't enjoyable at the least.

Even then, I had a family and that was what made me happy. That was until I had to move up to California to live with my grandpa. He said he was getting lonely, for his wife passed on to the 'Other Side'. The house itself wasn't that impressive, but I managed as I didn't require a large room to live in. During the move, I was about 11, with my older brother, Jack, turning 20 that day. It was awkward singing to him happy birthday before I left, but shit happens.

Fast Foward 5 years...

I had transitioned from playing music and farming to fighting and studying. My grandpa was very strict about what and how I learned. Footwork training was the first thing I was forced to do when I came to his house. Now, I grappled daily with him, hitting the mitts as I swung my staff around like an idiot. Sure I was in honors, but my platonic love for the internet ever since I came here didn't die. Yeah, I was able to catch up with my honors classes, but that didn't affect the time I spent gaming.

Soon, my birthday rolled around. The whole family came by except for Jack as he was working three different jobs. Me and him were close like best friends, always playing video games together. I idolized him as his personality was always adapting to the situation at hand, so you couldn't get a read on him. I thought that was cool and decided to recreate that ever since. Anyhow, my family celebrated my birthday, which consisted of my mom, dad, aunts, uncles, and my grandmother from my mom's side.

After a psych test from my father, he decided to give me a psychologist's point of view on my personality, but I neglected to listen to what he said. The only thing I recall him saying was that I was unstable, which was probably right... The next couple of days we spent catching up with one another. Once in a while, I would just drive around with my mom beside me, reminiscing when I was just a baby. After a week, they had left on their departing flight...

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Tears had filled my eyes as I remembered what happened on that flight. A wing had detached mid-way across the ocean due to foul play, causing them to lose the lift they needed. A recreation of the event showed that it had started to drop nose first into the ocean at high speeds... The news had reported it a couple days later when Navy rescue ships had came to the site. Even when the teams looked inside the plane, there were no survivors.

"Damn..."

People were payed compensation and cashed in their life insurance, but that wouldn't help with coping with the loss of my family. After all... They were my family. On that note, I suddenly remembered Jack. We didn't talk much since I turned 17, and that was understandable. After all, he had like five jobs now, because he had businesses in Japan. He only set up in Japan so when he took a business trip, he could blow his money on manga. He was able to understand multiple languages as he was multilingual. After all, he did spend his days for the past 20 years learning Spanish, Japanese, and Russian.

You lucky son of a bitch Jack. I wonder where you are right now.

My emotions once again grew dull, but I never had lost the feeling of sadness and laughter. Even though I laughed, it wasn't to par with the happiness I once had. I knew I was a fucking edgy problem child, and I was aware of that fact. Being the person that had quite the mental fortitude, there were no problems with joking around with me or going too far. Because NOTHING is too far for me and my dark sense of humor.

What the fuck is that?

As I slowly approached the house, a chest sat in front of the door, a sign perched on top of it. I read the sign, which read:

This is a welcoming gift from us, the squids. Hopefully we can establish good ties together.

Hmm... Why would a fucking retarded squid want to 'establish good ties' with me? I just came here, and the way they have instantly noticed me is oddly suspicious. Eh, whatever... I could care more or less about a piece of shit squid.

I checked inside the chest, and laid inside was a pouch of 100 weirdly colored emeralds, and an over sized shark tooth turned into a dagger. I couldn't help but giggle because of my weird obsession with blades. I mean, it's not like I have blades... It's just that whenever I hold one, I have the urge to do some tricks with them. To get me into a rhythm, I once again grabbed my laptop to listen to music. I found the album The Getaway by Red Hot Chili Peppers, skipping the first two tracks to listen to We Turn Red. Although it wasn't the right kind of song, I just felt like listening to them.

"ESKETIT."

I laughed as I started tossed and juggled my dagger around, adding the occasional 360 for fun. The next hour or so was just me playing with the blade, acting like I was an assassin from Assassin's Creed. I would occasionally climb up to the canopy and ninja run across it, fueling my childish instincts. Soon, I found myself twiddling with the dagger between my fingers, which was followed with shanking a random sheep or two.

I wonder...

I wrapped the knife onto the tip of the staff, acting like I had a spear. After a few minutes of recreating some Xin Zhao combos, I finally had tired myself out. Oddly enough, the sun was just setting, making me think about what the fuck I was doing with my life spending the last six hours swinging a tooth around.

I'm stupid as fuck.

I took my shoes and socks off to dip my feet into the water's edge, as The Longest Wave started to play again. I wanted to thank the squids for giving me one hell of a present, but I guessed that was probably impossible as they couldn't hear my thoughts. Looking forward, as far as I could see, the sun was painting the sky with warm colors. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music once more. Sadly, that peace was interrupted when I felt a tentacle grab my leg and pull me in. Instinctively, I struggled and planted my nails into the sand, but I was being way too slow as I lost my grip. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I hit my head on the awkwardly blunt edge of the sand block, knocking me out cold.

MEMES!

I decided to remove the information block because... Nobody's going to read that.

When I introduce a character, I'll use it...

But after all that, I hope you enjoyed,

As as always:

Ciao!