Before the story, I just want to thank some really cool people that make PMC a cool place including prettywaters for always having something good to say and for the idea for this story, ZonnowsYAY for having good things to say and getting me into the Melon Craft whitelist, and superbatprime for having some really good critics on my stuff, you guys are AWESOME!!!

So there I am, in my makeshift, half underground, dirt house. Oh and I'm in minecraft by the way. So I'm in my house, which is on the side of a mountain, crouching in the corner of my house in fear because a stupid huge gang of zombies are outside moaning their guts out and since the mountain I'm in doesn't have a back door, and I don't want the lava on the other side of the wall to burn me to death, I'm kind of in a tight spot. So I have to wait all night since I don't have a bed (yet). After all those long, terrifying hours of horror and misery (actually seven minutes in minecraft) the sun rises and burns the zombies to ashes, I walk out with my war paint on and my iron sword and roar at the sky. I'm tired of the oppression! I'm tired of hiding at night! I'M GOING TO make a bed.

That's it. I give up fighting monsters. I'm going to kill a stupid sheep, get it's stupid wool, cut some stupid wood, and make a bed! As I carry out the meaningless chores to get my bed, I start feeling guilt. I'm really just going to give up. That's it. I'm going to go weenie style. The guilt is eating me up. Just KILLING me. I'm paying so much attention to the guilt that I've killed seven sheep when I get a hold of myself and think, no. NO. I'm becoming the Zombie Hunter. I'm in the middle of making turrets above my house when Fungo, my alter ego comes into the picture. He's like, what? With some dumb wooden turrets your going to defeat zombies? It's just going to go poof! and the zombies will disappear? Your going to need gear! Suit yourself up soldier! Get some diamond armor! Diamond sword! Bow and Arrows! Stop crying! Get a hold of yourself! STOP CRYING!

He smacks me upside the head and I get a hang of myself. Diamonds! That's what I need. The quest begins tonight! At midnight! I pack my meaningless wooden planks and iron tools and I slip into my golden armor and wait. I wait until it's ACTUALLY midnight and I go off on my quest. I step outside but then I turn back IMMEDIATELY, since there are like, fifteen zombies rushing towards me. So instead, I bravely dig under the zombies. I dig upward and make note that I lost them. Strange, because I thought mobs could sense you underground. Luckily, I dug out a few blocks away a cave. I step towards the cave. I hear creepy noises, no doubt the lost souls of all other Steves that must have died in this cave. It's completely dark, with no sign of anything living. I step in and immediately a set of six read eyes jump from the shadows. I raise my sword. For NARNIA! Haha, just kidding.

TO BE CONTINUED!!! Check out episodes 1 through 7 1/2!