Hi guys! Thanks so much! It's been the end of the second day, and I've gotten 4 reviews, 2 favorites, 3 follows, and 44 views! THANK YOU EVERYBODY!

So, an author (dragonflyz) brought up a question. Will there be OC's and can I submit them? Yes, you can have OC's, but you have to fill in this form. If I start getting swarmed with OC's, I'll have to stop the flow for a while till it gets lighter. Particular shoutouts:

Shadow hacker-Thanks for your review. I agree, I do post too many stories.

Enderfriend284-thanks so much! I know it's like a bad minecraft fanfiction, so I wanted to make it clear I recognized that it was cliche and bbbboooorrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg.

Dragonflyz-Thanks so much for telling me that 'das awesome' quoted from you.

I will add your OC when you submit a form.

Boba333-Thanks so much for your favoriting! I'm glad you like it.

Now, with that all cleared up, let's start the series.

Daniel's P.O.V

I woke up with a jolt, sweating. I turn to look around. I instantly recognize it. Forest Biome. I look at my hands. Odd enough, they weren't blocky. They were just regular human hands. I smile. I was in minecraft. And then I remembered everything else that happened, and my shoulders slumped. Ugh….

I replay the last moments. My mom shouting out in terror. My body being evaporated, disapparating into thin air. I clench my fists. This wasn't some fun game anymore. Who was that man. I feel an unknown feeling wash over me. One of mistrust, fear, anxiety, and sadness. You're not supposed to be sucked into a game. I mean, that's just stupid! The jokes I made with Domo before seemed a long time ago. Now that it was really happening, I couldn't fathom it. Slowly. I get up, feeling worried and tired. I stand there for a while. Maybe 20 minutes or so, until my minecraft sense kicks in. Slowly, I start to try to soothe my mind to think that this was just another single player survival world I decided to create. With a small boost of confidence, I head out.

I was a pretty pro minecrafter of two years worth of experience, so I knew what to do. Once I grabbed some wood, I made a crafting table. Then I made wooden blocks and sticks, which then created all the essential tools I really needed. A wooden axe, a wooden shovel, a wooden sword (I was secretly hoping there were no mobs) a wooden pickaxe, and a wooden hoe. I grab a dozen dirt blocks too. I find that I have a thing on my waist, which I was guessing was my hotbar in minecraft, where nine slots appeared.

I had a backpack that didn't weigh anything, and inside were all the contents that I currently had. that would be my inventory of 27 spaces. I stretch again and gather four more stacks of wood. I notice I've been going at it for a hour or two now, and the sun was still up. Normal time I guess?

I'm still wary of other players. This could be a huge server, but that didn't mean I could run into a human, since the population when I checked on my computer was roughly 65-75,000 people. I must meet someone. Hopefully not someone willing to kill. Suddenly a huge voice booms across the area. It's the same voice I heard on arrival. I freeze and look up at the sky, expecting a huge face to be there in the sky like teletubbies and the baby/sun thing. That thing always weirded me out.

As if speaking my thoughts, he started his speech.

"Ahem! Welcome. You are in your second hour of minecraft. Do you like it! I hope you do! It's only right to serve my guests with the utmost importance. Anyway, I will let you know there was a reason why this server is called 'survival of the fittest'. Simply the strongest and the most willing to kill will survive. Everybody does understand that, right? Some of you have already killed. Others have formed alliances to survive. And if you think you will 'respawn' you're wrong. You'll be….well you can find out when you get there. As for now, I hope you're all having a fun time! Goodbye!"the cheery voice called out, the opposite of the grim world below him.

I wanted to scream and shout at him, but I knew that may possibly give away my location. If people were already killing, I had to be more aware of surroundings. I soon gather apples from trees, and kill two pigs with my bare hands. Deaths are simple. You turn red when you get hurt, and then it just falls and turns to dust. I don't have the heart to kill a real looking pig with a wooden sword.

It's raw, so I collect some cobblestone with my pickaxe, form a furnace, and then go down into a cave looking for coal. I find it soon enough, and find a huge vein of it. I start collecting, and realize excitedly I've found more than a stack. Suddenly I realize I have no idea where I'm going, I decide I have only one matter of choice. Up. I start destroying blocks on top of me, and start building below me, elevating me. And then I see it. The chinking of bones. The skeleton archer turns towards me. With lightning fast reflexes, I throw my sword at it. And I miss. I realize that I don't have any skills or anything. I'm not a minecrafter that can bring down mobs with swords. I have to train myself. Crap. I get my axe out.

The skeleton rushes at me, and then seems to realize that it has a bow, which then is pointed in my direction. Fortunately, the undead aren't very good at shooting either, and the arrow flies four of five blocks away. It hisses, and I charge at it. Before it gets another arrow into the bow, I swing my axe. It turns red, and I joyfully do it again. The skeleton dissolves, leaving behind a bone. I start the tiring journey upwards. Again.

Eventually I reach the top, and I'm tired. I emerge exhausted and lay down. It's a long stretch of islands, which looks beautiful in the sunset. I rummage through my pack and cook my food. The aroma must've went everywhere, because I hear panting behind me. I turn around. A wolf stares at me, tongue lolling to the side. It nudges me. Uh…..

"Hi doggy?"I say. It wags at me and looks at my food. Then I realize something and smile. Instead of food, I pull out a bone and wiggle it in it's face. It jumps out and leaps for it. I swing it to the right, and then the left. I've cooked up quite a frenzy here.

He barks a few times, and then I smile and give him the bone. When he starts gnawing on it, a red collar automatically appears on it's neck. Cool. I look at it. It says, _, property of SparkandJetz. Cool. What was the line for though? And then I realize it's for his name.

"I think I'll call you….Ripjaw. Like it?"I ask him. The dog gives me a bored look.

"Oh! How about RJ, in abbreviation?"he wags his tail and barks in approval. I ruffle his fur.

But then it looks towards me, and our eyes meet. I suddenly feel a rushed sense.

Call when you need me. And you will.

Just like that. He talked to me. In my mind. What! Telepathy? I reach towards him, but he's gone. I see a shadow in the distance. I peer after it. RJ. Strange...

Hi everybody, I hope you liked this chapter. It's a bit shorter than chapter 1, but definitely longer than chapter 2.