The world was a peaceful place once. Before the monsters came. A great and prosperous civilization spanned across all the biomes of the world. They raised their livestock, planted their crops and built great temples to honor their gods. Though they possessed the wealth of the world they were not satisfied. They wanted more.


An ancient prophecy spoke of a great power buried beneath the earth. A power so great that the gods themselves built a prison to keep it contained. What could be so powerful as to strike fear into the gods, the philosophers pondered, what does a god need fear?


The priests warned that it was an evil power, dark and corrupting. But still the minds of men wandered. They had learned to harness the power of water to grow their crops. They had learned to harness the power of fire to forge their tools. They had learned to harness the power of the earth to build their temples. Perhaps they could harness this power too.


Such thoughts were folly, the priests warned. They must not seek what is buried, or incur the wrath of the gods. But the greed of men was too strong, and their faith too weak. One day a great king declared, "We will dig." And they dug.


Miles and miles of tunnels they dug, with pickaxes of iron and diamond, hauling away carts and carts of stone, ignoring the metals and gems, in search of the power that lay hidden. But in their fervor they neglected the world above. The temples fell into disarray, fields were left unplanted, and women and children starved. Some spoke of dark things that came in the night. It was a curse from the gods, the priests declared. But still they dug deeper.


Blinded by their greed they kept digging. Even as civilization above them fell to hunger and war. If only they could find what was buried, then all would be restored. For years they searched to no avail. Deep in the tunnels men were slowly driven mad by the constant pick of their pickaxes on stone. They would wake up to find men missing, and some would swear they could hear laughter echoing from somewhere deep within the mines.


Then one day it happened. Their picks broke through stone into a hallway made of brick. This was it. The searched through the libraries and store rooms and then they found what they were looking for. The portal.


They stood in awe for a moment, the shifting black substance seemed to glow in front of them. Then one stepped forward and peered deep into the depths. And stepped in. One by one the others followed. As each one stepped through he could feel himself transforming. A strange energy coursed through their veins. Could this be the power that they spoke of? With this strange energy their bodies began to transform. Their limbs grew longer, their muscles stronger. Their skin became shrouded in a thick black mist, and from their eyes came a purple glow...


The mothers mourned and mourned, and their faces were sad, and a strange gas started to make them sick. Their skin turned green and the only thing left they had to eat, was TNT...


Other mothers, who didn't encounter this strange gas, were hunting. They couldn't find many animals, so they died and their bones came in contact with the gas a while later...


The children and some miners got injected with a "life saving" shot. These shots turned their skin green and they started to eat other people's flesh...


1 spider that was born had a huge leg deformity. He had more children like a spider should, but this made the spiders get bigger and bigger until they were 2 meters wide...


Finally, there were only a select few were still living. They focused on religion to help them to stay calm and unafraid of he strange, shifting world around them, so they shaved their heads and wore simple clothing. and Darwinian evolution made their noses larger and stronger to sniff out invasions of men who had taken the shots.


The "Shot" was what they were called, but their behavior was zombie- like, so they became zombies. They seemed to be lonely, oh so very lonely, so they hunted out Religious Men to join them. Every night they would siege towns and take Religious Men with them. The captive Men were called "Shot Men," but soon became "Zombie Villagers."


The TNT eaters' population declined, and they had to repopulate. But, they were all mothers-- not one male TNT eater. They had no choice but to crossbreed. They decided that pigs were the best option. The next generation of TNT eaters were mottled and rough, with black and white tufts of fur and hooves. They also lost their eyes in an accidental genetic mutation. They had to rely on scent for the rest of time. The green TNT eaters never hurt the Religious Men, but they hid in the shadows watching them ever so slowly coming nearer to the Religious Men's towns. Watching them. Just watching. Stalking. Creeping. The Religious Men, who started calling themselves, simply, "Villagers", dubbed the creatures "Creepers".


When all hope seemed lost and the world was dark, a Villager who didn't look quite right, was born. Shunned by his classmates and peers, Steve was a normal- nosed boy with two eyebrows, purple eyes, and a more complex sense of style. Steve was not religious like every other boy, who all wanted to be a priest, so he refused to where his robes and shave his head. He wasn't much of a trader, like his friends, who practiced by trading Pokemon cards and toys. He took on a different hobby. Mining. Every night, Steve would sneak out and grab a toy wood pickax and dig.


Few people knew, but the ones who did hated Steve even more. Mining was what sent them into chaos. Mining was illegal. Steve also enjoyed watching the sieges on the village. He knew no zombies would make it in, so he wasn't worry. He grabbed a book and quill, and studied the zombies that tried breaking the barricades, and the stalking Creepers, and the sniping Bone Zombies (Later known as skeletons).


Nobody knew, because nobody cared, that Steve was born with a disorder. The reason his eyes weren't green, and were instead purple was that Steve had a one- of- a- kind disorder similar to tunnel vision. Instead of seeing everything in normal detail, everything was square. Every square meter was 4096 squares he called "pixels."


All throughout his life, people hated Steve. Even his parents disowned him. At his coming of age ceremony, the head Priest, aka the Man in the Purple Cloak, banished him to leave the Village.


Steve, cold and alone, built a shack and captured a pig, whom he named Jeffrey. He had Jeffrey tethered down with a Lead he had taken before his banishment. Sad, Steve did what Steve did best. He dug. And dug.


And dug.


And dug.


And dug. After digging for days, Steve had acquired a full set of iron armor a diamond sword, pick, and shovel. He also had made a base where he enchanted everything, went to the surface to scavenge for wood, and, of course, kept Jeffrey.


One day, Jeffrey started looking strange. He was taller, his legs were farther back, to the point where he stood upright, and he was streaming tears and squealing madly. One day, a fully diamond armored Steve was greeted by Jeffrey-- only Jeffrey was tall, green, and looked strangely sad. Steve looked into the holes where Jeffrey's eyes were and saw pain. Jeffrey made a hissing noise in the back of his throat.


Tsssssssssssssss...


BOOM!!!


Steve was blasted backwards, covered in dust. His fort was in shambles. Books lay on the ground. His bed was torn. and there was a huge crater. In the crater, instead of seeing the blocky grey stone he was used to, he saw a blockier gray stone-- bricks.


Puzzled, Steve dug them out. Below, he saw a rippling black surface. he jumped down. But before he could make it, he was attacked. Tiny silver bugs sent him of course, into a pit of lava. Steve screamed, but it only attracted more of the bugs. He stabbed at the bugs, who then retreated into holes in the wall. Steve drank a potion and shook. He stepped up to the shimmering black surface. It called him in... welcomed... him...


Steve's whole body went numb and he collapsed into the black surface, which sucked him into a black vortex. The pain and anguish that shot through Steve woke him up. He fought at the pain. A shimmering purple light crept up Steve's arm. It turned his skin black. He fought it continually. He started crying. His arm stopped glowing when a tear touched it. Steve passed out again.


Steve awoke on a hard, glass platform. It was a natural glass, not sandy... volcanic. The thought of rock soothed Steve. He opened his eyes. He wished he didn't. He saw the platform he was on was tiny, floating in a deep blackness. Nearby was an asteroid made of tan rock. Tall, glass pillars shot out. At the top of the pillars were Gems. Out of the Gems came lasers. Absorbing the laser was...


A Dragon.


Steve was terrified. He reached for his bow, but pain stabbed his arm. His arm was black. Partially. He sucked it up and grabbed his bow, anyway. He shot the dragon, but sensed its health replenishing.


The lasers. The Gems.


He built off the platform and made it to the asteroid. He sniped the gems. They exploded, hurting the dragon. He went for a second. Third. Fourth. Fif---


Steve was tackled by a tall man. He was a miner like him, but he was gone. He was there... but he wasn't. It was like he was soulless. He had black skin, the same shade as Steve's new arm. He was shrouded in a purple mist. Steve spat at him, but the man dissipated. Steve held up his arm. Millions of tall black, man- like beasts looked. Then they disintegrated, reappearing at the far side of the island.


I guess they're scared.


He continued sniping the towers. Then, a beast-- the same one as before-- tackled him. He talked in a low, grinding voice.


"NO- ONE... GASP! ATTACKSSSS MASTTEEERR! ENDER- HAAAA!"


Steve punched the man before he could vanish. He pounded the man with a vengeance. Steve had beaten his face into a bloody pulp. The man collapsed and disintegrated. But not before rasping his final words.


"*Ender... ha... Th- thank you..."


Steve continued his quest. he destroyed the crystals and the "Enderhas" wouldn't attack. Steve finally killed the black dragon.


He had won.


He picked up the egg it dropped and went to the rune the drake created in death. It sucked him in.


He heard a indistinct conversation.


"... are the player."


"Wake up."