Minecraft, the First Venture Chapter 2 The relentless Night.
The moaning of the undead hordes just outside the mans newfound shelter penetrated deep into his sainity. His head pounded in tune with the banging on his walls. In this new world, he knows not if these things will destroy his shelter, so he knew he had to act fast. Scrambling upon the rocky floor, he hastily took some wood, atttemping to sharpen the ends to the best of his ability, and attatching it to the stick. In the end, he had a scantily clad sword,
beat up and un even. "T'will have to do." He said to himself, trying to calm down. Carefully, he removed the block fom which he heard the least moaning.
Immidiatly, the arms of a large mob of zombies sprung into his shelter, intruding upon his 'humble' abode. He fell back, avoiding the arms of the undead. His sword flying to back of his shelter. He crawled nervously over to it, picking it up. he kept his eyes locked on the intruding arms. a small trot to the opening and he held the sword high above his head. He played out a scenario, will the arms just come off? Will the sword bluntly hit the arms, doing nothing to the undead? Without a doubt, he had to try. "Flee my home, undead scurge!" He yelled out, swinging the wooden sword down upon the zombie menace.
He saw the arms glow red, and he knew he had done something. The zombie recoiled, but his instincs flung him back upon the opening. "Fiend!" The man yelled once again. He swung his sword, hitting the fiend of the night. He felt his sword getting weaker, as if he had some bond with it. Chips were falling off of it with every swing upon the zombie. Finally, he swung once more with all his might, the Monster burst into dust, leaving behind feathers. The Man stumbled to the ground, gasping for air. "W-" he muttered, trying to catch his breath. He reached out of the shelter, graping the single feather. "This is...useless"
He muttered. "But ive got room." He asaid, slipping it into his pocket for safe keep. The man layed a few dirt pieces onto the ground, laying on it softly.
"If i can make a sword...i could make alot of tools too..." He mumbled. He rubbed his left hand lightly upon the rock on the ground. "Like a...
Hammer to smash this rick...no...a..a pickaxe!" He yelled out in excitment. He scrabmbled to his item sack that he left over in the corner of the room,
taking out some wood. "Ill make a crafting bench" He said. After creating the bench, he layed his wood and sticks on it, thinking of what to make.
"Ahh, if i put the wood like this..." He mumbled, scattering the wood around his bench. In no time, he had made a new sword, a pickaxe, a hatchet,
and a spade. "This will do nicly." He said with a smile. He found his feather laying down upon his bench. He took it, tucking it safly and soundly away in his ear. "Good luck" he said to himself, lying back down on the Dirt. "Tomoroow, i find a new home..."
TO BE CONTINUED~
Authors Notes: Well, this one sheeeeeer was procrastinated over the day, but it was REALLY fun to make!
I really hope you guys like this one, and ill make another one soon, even if you hate it! Kthnx~