You wake up feeling like somebody hit you over the head with a sledgehammer. "Where am I?" you groan as you climb up off the ground, rubbing your head. Your vision is still blurred, so you're not eager to go running off quite yet. You sit on an oddly-shaped formation and think. The last thing you remember is getting on your computer, and then... nothing. You get up, as your vision progressively gets better, you notice that the objects in this place are quite oddly shaped. Everything is in the form of blocks. You decide you'll need wood for a fire tonight. You figure the only way to get the tree down is to punch it. "What the!?" you cry as the upper half of the tree floats above what you took. "Crap. I'ts getting dark out." You see a small opening in the ground. nothing in there but stones and water. You start your fire with sticks and look outside. "What the F**k!?" you yell as 2 zombies invade your home. "Go for the skull, go for the skull," you say as you pick up a flaming piece of wood. You hit one one over the head, but the other punches you to the ground. You get back up light the zombie on fire. It was a sucess. You Defended your home. But, wheny uo look back outside, you notice that there are many more out there. "It's not safe here. I've gotta find somebody, and quick."
Suddenly, an old man comes up out of the ground, "You," the old man rasped "You are alive!" "Where is everybody else?" you say nervousely. "This server has been long since abandoned. It was a nice place, but soon, our cheap doors weren' enough to keep the zombies out, and most of us parished in our sleep." You look outside to see if any more are coming. "Is there any place we can go, any place safer than this?" The old man stares blankly at the ground for a while, "I would do nothing but slow you down. I am old, and frail, and have been living down in a hole for years, with no idea where any signs of life are. But, when you came here, you appeared on my map, and I knew just where to go. Here, take these things, as i will not need them any more. I hope they will serve you as well as they served me." The old man salutes you, and jumps down the deep hole he dug up from. "NO!" you cry as you watch the only person who can give you information falls to his death. You go through the items. "Is this pickaxe made of diamonds!? Holy sh*t! Look at this sword!" You ready your tools and place on your helmet. "Lets do this." You say, trying to sound cool to nobody but yourself, as you charge out into the dark, not knowing what is around the next corner. "Sssssss...
so what do you think? sorry for any spelling or capitalization errors. im knid of a fast typist. there will be more of this series though. this is only just beginning.
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