AN: I have toyed around with the idea of doing a story of Minecraft that sees me (SpaceOrbisGaming/SpaceOrbisVlogs) being transported from Earth to the world of Minecraftia. This is, however, a realistic take of Minecraft so it's not going to have any blocky landscape or anything. Trees will look like trees and fall down. This will be done on a day-to-day basis so no vast castles for a good long while.
AN2: Others will join our hero (Myself) and help in my eventual ascension to kinghood but for the first few days/weeks it'll be just me doing my best not to die.
The last thing I can honestly remember was of a pair of bright white lights and the sound of screeching tires. After that, it was just a mass of black nothingness and the feeling of near-total weightlessness. A feeling so uncomfortable in its sensations that I feared I would never escape its claustrophobic clutches. This, of course, would end with the sound of loud beeping and the sight of a small semi-transparent blue-colored box floating more or less at eye level. Pulling myself off the black nothingness that existed all around me at the moment I eyed the thing with a quizzical eye unsure if I had lost my mind. However, after a good ten or so seconds I had made up my mind that I wasn't insane. Unbelievably confused, yes but insane, no though I doubted highly I was too far off from that. My confusion, however, was only heightened all the more as soon as I pushed the only button I could see on the damnable thing and the box seemed to transform itself from an empty blue box to a black and white text chat room.
"Hello, my name is Aldolay (Al-Do-Lay for anybody who wants to know how to say it). I'm the 127th Galactic president. I'm from your world's year 2774. Now you may be asking what the hell is going on will that part is quite simple to answer. You're in a video game. More to the point your in my take on your world's ancient game of Minecraft. A Minecraft that is less blocky. You'll be free as soon as you kill the Ender Dragon. Until then this will be your new home. I wish you the very best of luck". The man said before the box turned itself into a row of boxes with what appeared to be a 3D representation of myself.
"Ok, so I'm in a realistic take of Minecraft. Ok...so I should find myself a tree and get myself some wood". I said to myself still finding the notion I was in a game hard to fully grasp. Still, my hunt for wood would last for many long hours as it seemed the island had no trees. By the time I found a tree it was already entering into the evening hours and the light of the Sun was lessening with every passing second. The idea of sleeping under the stars may have been nice back home but here the mere thought only drove me to move ever faster towards the lone tree off in the distance. No sooner had I got to it I began to punch the tree with every bit of strength I had. My reward for attacking a tree with my hands was, of course, a few cuts and the strong possibility that I had a few broken bones. With no luck in acquiring any building materials, I began my hunt for a cave to spend the night. A cave existed a mere 317 feet away and after piling a few loose branches and stones at the cave entrance I settled down for the night. The loud calls of what I would soon come to know as direwolves sounded just outside. A type of wolf that was easily the size of a small horse and who would've viewed me as an easy meal. As it was right now I would have been.