Hello everybody, thanks for checking out my blog.  This is chapter 1 of my first attempt at a story, so I'd appreciate it if you gave feedback and told how it could improve, or if I should continue writing the way I am!  Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy chapter 1 of "The Uprising."

The Uprising – Chapter 1


In the world of Minecraft, the humans, or players, have always had the upper hand over mobs.  From chickens, to even endermen, most never have a chance against a human who knows what they’re doing.  The mobs are tired.  Tired of being weak.  Tired of watching their kin be slain.  Tired of being inferior to the players.  They’ve had enough.  Soon they will act.  Something is brewing, starting with the new version, 1.8.  Mobs will no longer be helpless, but the ones rendering others so.  This is a new age of Minecraft.  The only question is, will it be the last?


I wipe the sweat off my face with my blocky, rectangular hand as I leap from tree to tree.  Grunting at each leap, I swiftly make my way across the forest canopy, scanning the ground for hostile mobs as I go.  Just as I’m about to tale a particularly long jump, I slip and fall into the other tree, just barely hanging on.  I can’t see any, but who knows when a zombie may be hiding in some nook or cranny, waiting for me to hit the ground.  Speaking of zombies, I see one underneath a tree a chunk or two away.  I lift my birch wood bow, and nock and arrow.  Carefully, I take aim, and shoot.  I watch, satisfied as the arrow spirals through the air, and finds its mark, lodging itself in the side of the creature’s head.  The sun pokes out from behind a mountain, and I know my patrol is over.


I can see the roof of my house, peeking up over the trees of my forest.  I put on an extra burst of speed.  I can’t wait to get home.  Dried leaves crunch under my feet as I walk up the path.  I quickly grab a carrot from my garden, and start munching it hungrily.  My front door creaks as I open it – I’ll have to get that fixed sometime.  I grab a steak from my chest, and throw it to my dog, Barry. 


I sink into my red wool couch, and pull my journal down from the bookshelf.  That journal includes records of every one of my nighttime watches.  I log each monster that I encountered, and their distinguishing features.  It sounds boring, and to be frank, it is.  But this is my lifestyle.  A job, I was given, by whom, or when, I know not.  All I know is that this task was given to me, and I will carry it out.


 That's it for chapter 1 of my story!  If you enjoyed it, a diamond, favorite, sub, all that stuff would be very much appreciated!  Have an awesome day!
-Jermiik