Told From the Perspective of Alex



I spawned into the world like usual. It was a really beautiful beginning. There were multiple birch trees, and many roses. I looked around and saw Steve. Steve is that stereotypical tough guy with a fragile heart. He and I met up as we always did, and then started getting to work. Steve usually is in-charge of getting supplies to build a house, and I’m basically in-charge of making us survive. I get the food, I make beds, I make the house look nice, I do all of the things that make us able to live in this new and crazy world. We start off with a tiny house. It was maybe 10x10 blocks, and it was made out of mainly birch wood with glass panes. Steve is more into the old-school glass blocks, but glass panes are more cost-effective and they look nicer. I had Steve build the house next to a lake in case we ever were to need water. It’s strange-a world where water isn’t a necessity. Anyways, by now it was about noon. The sun was right over our heads and Steve had worked hard all day. We ate lunch and then rested inside. Night came like a rogue wave- unexpected and harsh. The monsters were fierce and we had nothing more than wooden swords. Steve suggested that I stay inside- I refused. I got a bow and Steve made some arrows from me. I was launching arrows at the monsters and helping keep Steve safe. We survived the night with nothing more than a spider bite…

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