MINECRAFT

Dylan Boggs (DylanBoggs539 P.O.V.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

First there was Java, then there was Notch

He created minor gods known as Markus, Herobrine, Jeb, and Julian. He told them to create a world. The void expanded. The terrain grew into landscape full of lava, where the bedrock formed into the beginning crusts of the earth. The clouds formed from the moistness of the atmosphere.

Lightning struck from space and hit the earth and made huge craters, in which the clouds poured water into, making oceans and lakes. From the bedrock and lava came stone, and from that, was dirt, and from that were plants that took growth from the ground into grass, and from the grass were trees, and from the trees were vines. As a giant ball of burning gas known as the sun risen and set, and stars and spilled D.N.A. atoms all over the place. These atoms took form of animals. The animals were cows, sheep, chicken, but pigs came first.

The pigs formed into pigmen, to man. On the transformation, some transformed differently and turned into creepers, giving to the abilities to explode. The humans, when first formed, ran around, flailing their arms and moving their heads randomly, figuring out how their bodies worked. Later, they started to move to the nearest tree and started to punch them, breaking them and getting wood. At the end of the day, the humans had a large wooden hut to stay in.

But one particular human was not in the hut, because he found a cave, and stumbled into it. The human, stumbling deeper through the cave, he fell into a ravine. As he got up, white eyes glowing, appeared at the end of the farthest side of the ravine that started to slightly shake. Behind the human came a quick hiss, a creeper looked up curiously at the human. Scared, he hit the creeper and ran as fast as he could, the creeper, heartbroken, chased after the human about to explode.

The creeper followed the human to the other end of the ravine. He scratched desperately at the wall. The creeper, hissed and to the human, took forever to explode, until finally, a blast from the empty ravine from the creeper, echoed from the ravine, to through the cave, out to the world, in which the sound echoed loudly to the hut, where the humans were sleeping, were waken up. In curiosity, they ran outside to see what the noise was. An arrow flew out of the cave and hit a human straight in the forehead.

The human dropped dead. The creeper blown-up human slowly emerged from the cave, with a bow in hand, as a skeleton, hit another human, killing it too. A dark fog crawled out of the cave and crawled into the dead humans, creating zombies. They clumsily got up and started to stumble to the other humans , caught one at a time, and ate them alive, spreading an infection. Enderman took form from the darkness of the night, they were tall and slender, dark as obsidian, with eyes glowing bright and purple, giving off particles, similar to snow.

They teleported everywhere looking for more humans. The human population lowered. When daytime returned, the zombies and skeletons burned into ashes and dust, the remaining humans returned to the hut, now in ruins, burned and charred from creeper explosions. Humans punched more trees. They crafted tools. Axes to chop wood, shovels to dig dirt, picks to mine stone.

By the evening, they had a new fortress made of stone. The moon rose up along with the foes of the humans. Creepers snuck up to the fort hissing. The humans ran to the upper parts of the fortress as the creepers exploded holes into the lower parts of the fort. Skeletons shot at the walls while the zombies punched hopelessly at the stone. Daytime returned and the mobs were smart enough to hide in the lakes and shade.

The humans enforced their base. They upgraded from wooden tools to stone, mined coal to smelt iron, and from iron, mined diamond and redstone. From redstone, they constructed computers electricity etc. in the future. They built walls out of stone bricks and built a better fortress. Mobs couldn’t get through that night. In the morning, they built even more, setting traps, making weapons.

That night, an entire army of mobs approached. They attacked for a month. The undead wore armor so they wouldn’t burn during the day. Some mobs fell into trapdoors and moats. Some were shot by a bow and arrow or struck down by a human sword.

Spiders have somehow grown ten times their original size. They climbed the walls, only to be shot down. The battle ended after a final wave of zombies. When the mobs were overwhelmed, they retreated back into caves. Later that day, the humans began to build cities and kingdoms.

Night fell again, and they nearly completely ended the human race, they brought a dragon. It crashed through building, killing everything it saw. Humans screamed and ran for their lives. In the sky, lighting flashed into two human shapes. They looked over the flames and the dragon crashing through walls, guards trying to kill it.

“Brother, why must you do this?” asked the first one. He wore a black overcoat, fedora, boots, and grey khakis. He had a black beard and was mostly bald. His voice was as strong as bedrock, and as warm as the evening. His brother spoke. “This world is not perfect,” he said. He wore a cyan t-shirt, grey shoes, and blue jeans. He had dark brown hair with a goatee matching his hair. He looked like a default, except he had different eyes. Glowing pure white eyes, his voice sounded cold as frozen air passing through caves and as sharp as knifes scraping against iron.

“Herobrine, this is not right.”

“How is this not perfect, Markus?!”

“Father told us not to interfere!”

“Father is no longer here!”

“Then I have no choice. I must get rid of you.”

“How?! You cannot kill me!”

“Your right. So I shall banish you!”

“What?!”

The ground beneath Herobrine cracked open to a fiery realm. Flaming gas exploded from the realm and surrounded Herobrine as he cried out in pain, and pulled him down into it. The ground filled back in, and the sun dawned for a new age of the remaining humans in the world.