Note: This is continued off of my old account, Teckhe It is dead now and I wanted to finish this.

WARNING! GRUESOME TEXT AND AT TIME, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. VIEW DISCRETION IS ADVISED

What's up minecraft! Teckhe here and I'm starting an ongoing story. This will be updated a lot, not to bump, but too add more parts of the story. The story is about a person, me, who was told to play Minecraft, a game that I'm sure we all know. He got the game and this is his story.

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Minecraft

A first person story by:

Teckhe/HoboArtichoke

Introduction:

I went to my bedroom. My friend told me about this game called 'Minecraft' I've heard of it, along with at least thousands- hell, millions of people. I never liked it because the graphics and the game mechanics seemed crap to me. But then I thought to myself, "Why the hell not?"

I bought the game and started it up. The launch screen looked 'ok', as it showed the update information and it gave you every other launch screen would give you. I logged in, and it gave me a small list of things I could go to: Singleplayer, Multiplayer, and Resource Packs.

I started with singleplayer to just see what the actual game was like. I spawned in a forest type area, or biome. This is where my adventure began.

Part 1 'First Kill'

It was a warm day. Not so hot, and not so cold. Just warm. To get out of this forest, I walked forward. A beach was ahead of me.The wet sand felt good on my feet. The scent of the ocean's water flew into my nose. It was a nice day but I had no food nor shelter for the night, which was bound to be scarce. I grabbed some wood from back at the forest and some stones that were set near the beach. With this, I tried to make an axe to chop some wood.A few hours later, I had collected some lumber. Thus, I created a small cabin for the night.

It was midday, and I had a crave for food. I was starving. Hard work leads to both bad and good things.There were plenty of cows and pigs around. I made a small knife with some sticks and stones. As I crouched ever so quietly, I was not aware of the huge cow filled with tender meat. I took the knife and stabbed it right in the leg so it wouldn't run away. Crippled, the cow fell to the ground. Still alive, but injured, I cut open it's stomach. The warm gushing blood flew out of the cow's chest like a river. This was my first kill.

Night was approaching slowly. These last hours went by fast. I made a small fire pit to be warm inside of my small cabin. I placed the clean meat over the fire to roast it. The nice warm beef tasted amazing. I had nowhere to sleep except the ground. It had to do.

Part 2 'What was that?'

A noise. A bang of some sort was heard from my block like ears. Then a growl. A zombie? Never did I think there would be zombies, or at least what I thought was a zombie, would be in this type of place.Either way, I woke up. By my fireplace, lye my knife. Another bang. Another growl. And then it hit me. Literally hit me. The door was down. And I was bit by a zombie. Slashing it, it died... hopefully. It growled and then slowly descended back to hell where it came from.



Part 3 'New Day'