I looked around. This was Minecraft alright. From the grass below my feet to the blocky clouds above, everything was blocky. Even my body was more blocky. I couldn't believe that this was really happening to me.

Let's go over what just happened. My 5 year old computer, when I clicked 'Done', transported me to a fictional world. Maybe I'm just asleep, I thought to myself. I pinched myself. Ow, I thought, I guess that means that this is real, or maybe I'm knocked out or maybe I'm dead? I shock the thought off. Maybe I'm in the afterlife, and this is like Heaven.

I needed to get started before nighttime. It had only been about a minute since I got here, but I still needed to get going. I started by punching the wood blocks in the trees. It didn't hurt. They dropped tiny, thin little icons of themselves that I could stuff in my pockets in stacks. I got about a stack of wood. I also replanted any saplings that I happened to find.

It was noon when I started to get hungry. I was full when I was sucked into this world, and it has only been 5 minutes, but I was hungry. Not starving, but definitely hungry. I looked for some food sources.

There were two things, one was a group of pigs a couple of blocks away. The other was some apples I had collected while getting the wood. There was also the tall grass, which I could harvest seeds from. I chose the apples. I could use the pigs for an animal farm. I ate the apples until I was full. I could eat one in 5 seconds. After all, this was Minecraft.

The next problem that had come to mind was shelter. I didn't want to use the wood for now, it could be useful for mining trips. I collected a stack of dirt and made a dirt hut. I made a mine inside my hut with my fist, but soon, I needed a pickaxe.

I smashed a piece of wood with my fist and got four wooden planks. I arranged the planks on the ground in a 2 by 2 square. It expanded into a crafting table. I placed raw wood on the crafting table. It shot out wooden planks. I placed one plank on top of another. Out shot sticks. I made a pickaxe.

I went down into the mine. I went deeper into the earth. I continued mining on the level I was at because it was getting too dark. I found some coal, went back up, and made some torches. I lit the hut up and blocked the entrance.

I needed to keep mining if I wanted to survive, but first, I needed to make better tools. I made a stone shovel, a stone pickaxe, a stone axe, and a stone sword. I headed back down.

It took me a while to find iron. Now that I had torches, I could explore lower levels. I was tunneling down, when suddenly, I could here a feint groaning noise. I mined in the direction I heard the noise coming from. The groaning now had the sound of clinking bones accompanying it, as well as the hissing of a creeper. I had only mined a couple of blocks until I exposed a cave. It was pitch black, but I could see the outline of a zombie if I stared at it. I went inside and placed a torch. There were over 20 pairs of eyes staring right at me, anger in their eyes.

My instincts kicked in. I tried to exit the cave, but I was too late. A barrier of creepers blocked my exit. I was dead, deceased, done. I tried to run. I hit a creeper with the handle of my sword, then I ran through a gap in the wall of creepers. I could hear a creeper hissing from behind me. I turned a corner to see a ravine. It had water running down the side of it. I jumped. The creeper exploded. I missed the water.