I've always watched how this world works for I thought I was Glefinnan's successor. Of course I was wrong at the time.
I was spawned just as all the monsters died, at least he spared me that. I went immediately to a tree when I came to this world. I broke off a branch as a makeshift weapon.
I remember trying to destroy the tree with my hand, it hurt a lot. I smashed my fist into the tree over and over. Pain dug into my body, but I didn't care.
Glefinnan might have been a horrible man, but he spared me. He let me slowly work my way through the tree till my fists were covered in blood. Then, with a final shove from me, the tree fell over.
I remember being amazed as the tree exploded into blocks small enough to fit in my palm. I looked at the stick which was also small enough to fit in my palm. I heard Glefinnan saying that this was his way of helping me a little.
I felt the weight of a backpack sink into my shoulders. I turned around to check and there was a backpack. I slid the wood blocks into my pocket, grabbing the stick out for protection.
To my surprise, the tiny stick expanded as long as a walking stick. I was shocked! This has never happened before. I knew I was on my own, but now I might have a chance.
Every other person who came in the world was dead, at far as I knew. Of course, I was wrong, and there indeed was one other person in the world with me.
I opened up my backpack, to find a guide book. Reading the guide book, I learned how everything worked. I had thought that I knew everything, but after reading the guide book, I truly knew everything.
I put the book away safely, which shrunk when I finished reading. On the side of my backpack was a two by two grid. I lay my backpack down, taking two wood blocks out.
The blocks remained small in my hand. I stacked the two blocks together, placing them on the grid. I watched in amazement as the grid glowed brightly, then turning into an one block grid. The two wood blocks I had put in were now eight planks of wood.
I had jumped backwards, slamming my head into a tree. Black spots danced before my eyes when I slammed into the tree. I gripped tightly to consciousness.
After a while, I felt myself back to normal. I walked back to my back backpack, holding the planks of wood. According to the guide, it was called wooden planks.
I placed four wooden planks in each grid spot. I watched in amazement again as the wooden planks turned into a workbench. The bench fitted in my palm, but I knew it would expand when I placed it down.
The sun had set and I rushed to make a pickaxe. The I made a makeshift cave house. My hands were sore from swinging the pickaxe. I made more planks, a door, some torches for coal I found, a cobblestone sword, a cobblestone pickaxe, and a chest.
I heard groaning outside, an arrow whizzed by, a sizzling sound made me retreat deep into my home. I placed the chest down, storing everything I didn't need at the moment in there.
I left my wooden planks, my wood, my extra torched, my extra coal, extra sticks, and extra cobblestone. I now had a chest, a crafting table, and a hole house. What was missing?
Then, it dawned on me. I scrambled to my chest and took out eight cobblestone. I made a furnace placing it next to the crafting bench. Now I just needed a bed.
I sat uncomfortably for I don't know how long. I heard mobs everywhere outside. I finally got tired of waiting for morning, and I decided to make a mine in my house.
I took my pickaxe, my torches, and my sword just in case. I started mining. I made a mine and placed torches to be safe. I found coal, iron, and a lot of cobblestone.
I went back up and smelted the iron with coal. Soon I had an upgraded pickaxe, sword, and a helmet. It still wasn't morning so I continued mining.
I felt I needed a title here. I was surviving and I needed a fitting title. I thought while I mined. Ore popped up left and right. I had a full set of armor, plus extra tools.
I was ready for anything. I could craft, and I could mine. I was the surviving, the amazing. The Crafting Miner.
