I am writing a story about me, myself, and I, three different people; I is me, Myself is I, and Me is myself. Lets start with the most important day of my (myself) life, I (me) was born. -Okay is the 3 people confusing you, I must have gotten the 3d person view thing wrong...) Anyway, I was born I had a brother, a sister, 2 wolves, a dad, and a mum. I was the youngest of the family, the most creative, but my parents shunned me. They said I must be what I dreaded. A sheep Sheppard, I hated sheep always baaing at me. I wanted to build, to survive, Or as you say it. Be like Bear Grylls. But My parents should never approve. We lived in the peaceful town of Mineopea, in the world of Minecraft. My parents said we were part of many worlds, somewhat like a web. Anyway, I am getting of track. This is how I became famous for being alone. (I gaze off..)

It started when I was about 17, the day came, I never thought it would. My parents often told me of many beasts and monsters such as the zombes deathus, but we call it a zombie. Also the Spiderus Webus, I call that a Spider. But the leader of them all was the Creeper le Dooma, The Creeper. He has brought death to many but who lived in remote areas. Our peaceful town of mineopea was attacked by these foul beasts, my family was slaughtered and became zombies or skeletons. It was horrible. No one survived but one of my dogs, Rex. This dog was special to me. When I left I began finding more wolves, and made a house in the mountains, where no one shall find me. (So I thought...)

To Be Continued...