I thought I'd write this up as a shorter story to get away from serious writing and such. I may be doing a lot of writing as I wish to prepare my writing for extended english next year. I also wish to take a break from writing in general and move to more of a casual laid back sort of thing, which means I won't be posting as often and writing more story based stuff as I want to start moving away from Minecraft, I really only stay because I have mod duties, the wonderful community and the friends I have made here, which I don't want to lose, you have all been great to me :D.

Without further ado, let's go and get this story done :P

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There was once a man, and his name was Steve. He woke up in a strange world. In this strange world everything appeared to be made out of cubes. He made his way into the lush and beautiful world, finding many beautiful creatures such as sheep, cows, pigs and even dogs!






Only at night did he realise what he was in for. Oh my how he thought wrong. He had not realised that punching down those trees he had seen earlier was necessary for him to survive this horror that was about to spring on him. He had sat himself down on a block preparing to eat some food he found whilst walking through the plains, but he heard a noise. This was a strange noise. A scary noise. Something Steve was not fond of. He jumped up. The hairs on his neck stood up. There was something just not quite right about this noise.






Steve proceeded to investigate this noise, ignoring all his senses as he thought that this was an innocent and joyous world. But it was far from that. Out of nowhere a dark green monster jumped at Steve. It was cut and bleeding. It had big pointy teeth. It was a zombie, who had not yet tasted brains. It wanted Steve's brains so bad. it lust for them. The zombie tackled Steve to the ground in a crazy frenzy with Steve wriggling around screaming. The zombie lurched for the neck of Steve in hope of paralysing him. A scream was heard.






That scream however, was not from Steve, but from the zombie. A group of villagers were hunting monsters and stumbled across this event. A sword was sent right down the zombies back, splitting him in two. The zombie was killed, he was no more. Steve was saved by the hunters and taken back to the village.






At the village Steve shared his story of what had happened to him. Amazed, the hunters decided to take him in. That is where Steve's story began. This is where the most amazing adventures of Steve all began. No more of these silly mistakes, but a trained warrior, a precision hunter, and a master craftsman. That is what Steve is to become under the guidance of these villagers.

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I hope you enjoyed the story. I wanted to get this blog up asap, so there wasn't any graphics stuff with it. My next few stories should hopefully be better, but I am not sure when I will get the time because I have school starting back up and with no major exams man there are going to be some major projects and assignments :(