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Have you ever been stranded in the middle of - well nowhere? Maybe you had a family and friends before and now, they're just gone? Here's a regular story of how Steve, the main charater in Minecraft, survives and tries to find his family and friends.
First of all, Steve was a normal blocky charater. Just like his father, he grown up in the world of BlockTopia, along with his mother and his siblings. Steve always enjoyed playing in his square house and he also liked school. He use to hang out with his friends and learned how the great BlockingTon became president. But this one day, this one weird day, Steve fell asleep during lunch. He didn't mwake up for 6 hours. When we did wake up, he found himself on a boat setting sail to a island.
Steve froze. He didn't like the smell of the wet sea, carrying him our to the island. He looked around, thinking maybe he was on the beach and his friends just pranked him. Nope, no one was nearby. He was alone on a small boat. He didn't like the feeling of this, who would? Why am I here, he thought, who sent me here? Finally, the boat reached the island and Steve quickly jumped off on to the sand. He saw trees and leaves, some animals and - well that was it. He turned around seeing that the boat shifted off the sand and on to the water, sailing away...
The animals all ran away when they saw Steve, they were afraid, since they never actually experienced a tall blocky figure before. Steve pounded the floor thinking his life was over. No! No, he thought, mom, dad, gone. He layed there thinking if they actually knew he was gone or not. He felt as if his life was over, he was going to die here. Steve slept for a couple of hours, thinking maybe it was a dream. Trust me, it wasn't.
Steve woke up finding it was night time. He remembers what he had studied in class, how they dissected creepers and zombies. He remembered they came at night or dark places. He saw the moon coming up and knew it was time to make shelter. He didn't want to die, he was scared, scared he would never get out of the island. For now, he would have to survive and not worry about his parents or his siblings. Steve punched some wood just like how his father showed him. "Don't hurt your pinkie!" Steve smiled as if someone told him a funny joke. He remembered how his mother use to make fresh steaks and some pumpkin pie. That was over now. He didn't have that, he just had - nothing.
Ouch! Steve busted his fist and the fist started to bleed. He screamed thinking that his mother would come and help, but no, no one came.
"Help me! Someone help!" Steve yelled and figured someone would come.
No one came. Only a wolf came. The wolf peaked out of the cave and saw Steve crying for help. The wolf was scared, he never saw a blocky figure before, but he slowly creeped up to Steve feeling brave. Steve heard the noise, he thought it was a creeper or one of those boney figures, so he STRIKED. The wolf got hit and started to whimper, begging for mercy. Steve realized it was a baby wolf. He petted the wolf thinking maybe this could be his companion.
The wolf was shivering now, scared that Steve might do something, maybe strike him again. Steve stopped and tried to calm him down before the mobs came. He got the wood and started to build his home, his 'home'. He stopped thinking about the wolf, he went back to his family. Maybe they might find him before he will get eaten by the mobs. Steve had hope, hope that would save him one day..
Steve had to find FOOD! He was starving, and his fist still ached. The wolf was in his house, making himself warm.
"I'll name you.."
His voice trailed off, he decided not to name him yet. He wasn't exactly sure what to name him, or even if he could trust him. Steve make a plan to get out of the island. Make a boat, he thought, yes, make a boat to sail off! He had a plan, shelter, but food. Food, he needed food. He was still starving, he needed to hunt animals. Steve learned how to kill animals in class. You needed make a sword or bow. What? He didn't have anymore wood. His fist was still in pain, so now what? Steve banged his head on the walls and started to think farther into this. Well, he thought, how would he get the wood. Then it came to him, you have another fist.
Steve looked at his fist. He did have two, he was prepared to use it! He ended up getting 25 oak logs. Pretty good for a city boy, he thought. He crafted his sword and prepared for the hunt. He glanced at the sleeping dog and nodded at it. Steve went off to find a cow, pig, or something to eat. He walked past maybe caves and small hills. The island was pretty big, big enough to have many adventures in it. He didn't want to think about the future, of what will happen. He only focused on the present, on now.
He walked a long way and gathered some more materials. All of a sudden Steve heard this loud noise. Steve walked around to scope the area, to see if something was there. He found something stranges, something he never found before. A dungeon. He stared at the spawner looking puzzled. Then, it happened. One zombie spawned, then another, and another. Steve stepped back and prepared himself. He didn't know what was going to happen to him, but whatever it was, it was death coming.
Steve forgot about the food, forgot about what happened and where we was. He only focused on the mobs. He ran towards the mobs and jabbed his sword into a zombie's heart, killing the zombie. He felt pround for one second, and one second only. All of sudden, a zombie grabbed him and knocked him out making a LOUD BANG! Then, it was black.
Steve felt tired. He didn't know where he was. He was lost again. Steve saw mossy cobblestone, he was in the dungeon. Lights when on, the mobs sat around him staring at him, decided if they were going to eat him or not. The zombies grinned and smiled to the creeper on the left side. Steve watched as their silent conversation went on. Finally, the creeper nodded to every mob and started to lift Steve up to the ceiling. Steve realized he was in a cage, above lava. He panicked, begging the mobs for mercy and help. The zombie silently said groaned and released the cage, making Steve fall.
He was going to die. Slowly his body fell into the lava, but before that, Steve made a mental speech in his head.
"This is the end of me. Mom, dad, simblings, and friends, remember me goodbye. I've been poured into lava and will never be alive again. Thank you for everything"
Steve fell into the lava, never to be seen again.
Hey guys! Thank you so much for checking out my "A Life of Steve" story! I appreciate it, if you did enjoy, please leave a DIAMOND! Thanks for reading.
First of all, Steve was a normal blocky charater. Just like his father, he grown up in the world of BlockTopia, along with his mother and his siblings. Steve always enjoyed playing in his square house and he also liked school. He use to hang out with his friends and learned how the great BlockingTon became president. But this one day, this one weird day, Steve fell asleep during lunch. He didn't mwake up for 6 hours. When we did wake up, he found himself on a boat setting sail to a island.
Steve froze. He didn't like the smell of the wet sea, carrying him our to the island. He looked around, thinking maybe he was on the beach and his friends just pranked him. Nope, no one was nearby. He was alone on a small boat. He didn't like the feeling of this, who would? Why am I here, he thought, who sent me here? Finally, the boat reached the island and Steve quickly jumped off on to the sand. He saw trees and leaves, some animals and - well that was it. He turned around seeing that the boat shifted off the sand and on to the water, sailing away...
The animals all ran away when they saw Steve, they were afraid, since they never actually experienced a tall blocky figure before. Steve pounded the floor thinking his life was over. No! No, he thought, mom, dad, gone. He layed there thinking if they actually knew he was gone or not. He felt as if his life was over, he was going to die here. Steve slept for a couple of hours, thinking maybe it was a dream. Trust me, it wasn't.
Steve woke up finding it was night time. He remembers what he had studied in class, how they dissected creepers and zombies. He remembered they came at night or dark places. He saw the moon coming up and knew it was time to make shelter. He didn't want to die, he was scared, scared he would never get out of the island. For now, he would have to survive and not worry about his parents or his siblings. Steve punched some wood just like how his father showed him. "Don't hurt your pinkie!" Steve smiled as if someone told him a funny joke. He remembered how his mother use to make fresh steaks and some pumpkin pie. That was over now. He didn't have that, he just had - nothing.
Ouch! Steve busted his fist and the fist started to bleed. He screamed thinking that his mother would come and help, but no, no one came.
"Help me! Someone help!" Steve yelled and figured someone would come.
No one came. Only a wolf came. The wolf peaked out of the cave and saw Steve crying for help. The wolf was scared, he never saw a blocky figure before, but he slowly creeped up to Steve feeling brave. Steve heard the noise, he thought it was a creeper or one of those boney figures, so he STRIKED. The wolf got hit and started to whimper, begging for mercy. Steve realized it was a baby wolf. He petted the wolf thinking maybe this could be his companion.
The wolf was shivering now, scared that Steve might do something, maybe strike him again. Steve stopped and tried to calm him down before the mobs came. He got the wood and started to build his home, his 'home'. He stopped thinking about the wolf, he went back to his family. Maybe they might find him before he will get eaten by the mobs. Steve had hope, hope that would save him one day..
Steve had to find FOOD! He was starving, and his fist still ached. The wolf was in his house, making himself warm.
"I'll name you.."
His voice trailed off, he decided not to name him yet. He wasn't exactly sure what to name him, or even if he could trust him. Steve make a plan to get out of the island. Make a boat, he thought, yes, make a boat to sail off! He had a plan, shelter, but food. Food, he needed food. He was still starving, he needed to hunt animals. Steve learned how to kill animals in class. You needed make a sword or bow. What? He didn't have anymore wood. His fist was still in pain, so now what? Steve banged his head on the walls and started to think farther into this. Well, he thought, how would he get the wood. Then it came to him, you have another fist.
Steve looked at his fist. He did have two, he was prepared to use it! He ended up getting 25 oak logs. Pretty good for a city boy, he thought. He crafted his sword and prepared for the hunt. He glanced at the sleeping dog and nodded at it. Steve went off to find a cow, pig, or something to eat. He walked past maybe caves and small hills. The island was pretty big, big enough to have many adventures in it. He didn't want to think about the future, of what will happen. He only focused on the present, on now.
He walked a long way and gathered some more materials. All of a sudden Steve heard this loud noise. Steve walked around to scope the area, to see if something was there. He found something stranges, something he never found before. A dungeon. He stared at the spawner looking puzzled. Then, it happened. One zombie spawned, then another, and another. Steve stepped back and prepared himself. He didn't know what was going to happen to him, but whatever it was, it was death coming.
Steve forgot about the food, forgot about what happened and where we was. He only focused on the mobs. He ran towards the mobs and jabbed his sword into a zombie's heart, killing the zombie. He felt pround for one second, and one second only. All of sudden, a zombie grabbed him and knocked him out making a LOUD BANG! Then, it was black.
Steve felt tired. He didn't know where he was. He was lost again. Steve saw mossy cobblestone, he was in the dungeon. Lights when on, the mobs sat around him staring at him, decided if they were going to eat him or not. The zombies grinned and smiled to the creeper on the left side. Steve watched as their silent conversation went on. Finally, the creeper nodded to every mob and started to lift Steve up to the ceiling. Steve realized he was in a cage, above lava. He panicked, begging the mobs for mercy and help. The zombie silently said groaned and released the cage, making Steve fall.
He was going to die. Slowly his body fell into the lava, but before that, Steve made a mental speech in his head.
"This is the end of me. Mom, dad, simblings, and friends, remember me goodbye. I've been poured into lava and will never be alive again. Thank you for everything"
Steve fell into the lava, never to be seen again.
Hey guys! Thank you so much for checking out my "A Life of Steve" story! I appreciate it, if you did enjoy, please leave a DIAMOND! Thanks for reading.
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