This topic can be percieved in multiple ways, so I will try to clarify. How do you think that poor Steve got caught alone in this land of monsters, mooshrooms, and squidward villagers? Please post what you think happened in the comments.
He's a pig that was struck by lightning while drinking a bucket of milk. That very rare combination causes a pig to evolve into a Steve rather then a zombie pigman*.
In the World of Craftia, there is a quest that has been going on since the ancient centuries. It is the Quest of the Player. A mere man, Homo cubeiens, would be talking to his family one day, go to sleep, and wake up the next day, with no recollection of who or where he is. He would be chosen as the next Player. All he knows is the instincts to survive. Punch wood, craft, mine, make a shelter. This is necessary. The Player needs a blank mind to take on the daunting quest he has before him. The task is simple.
He has to kill the Ender Dragon, a dragon of pure darkness, waiting for a rip in time that will take her to the Overworld, and she will burn it to the ground. Remove all traces of civilization. The Player must stop this.
In the New Cycle of 1.3.2, Steve Cubio II had grown into a full man. He even had a mustache and a beard to boot! It was his 8th year living by himself in the wild, close to his hometown. Night approached, and Steve retreated into his bedroom once more. When he awoke, he was in the desert. He had no clue of who or where he was. All he knew was the instincts he needed to survive. Notch and Jeb had chosen. They had chosen wisely.
Steve had become the fourteenth Player. And he was alone.
I chose that update, Official 1.3.2, because that is when I started playing Minecraft. And no, I am not a n00b, you Classic Hardcorers.
In the World of Craftia, there is a quest that has been going on since the ancient centuries. It is the Quest of the Player. A mere man, Homo cubeiens, would be talking to his family one day, go to sleep, and wake up the next day, with no recollection of who or where he is. He would be chosen as the next Player. All he knows is the instincts to survive. Punch wood, craft, mine, make a shelter. This is necessary. The Player needs a blank mind to take on the daunting quest he has before him. The task is simple.
He has to kill the Ender Dragon, a dragon of pure darkness, waiting for a rip in time that will take her to the Overworld, and she will burn it to the ground. Remove all traces of civilization. The Player must stop this.
In the New Cycle of 1.3.2, Steve Cubio II had grown into a full man. He even had a mustache and a beard to boot! It was his 8th year living by himself in the wild, close to his hometown. Night approached, and Steve retreated into his bedroom once more. When he awoke, he was in the desert. He had no clue of who or where he was. All he knew was the instincts he needed to survive. Notch and Jeb had chosen. They had chosen wisely.
Steve had become the fourteenth Player. And he was alone.
I chose that update, Official 1.3.2, because that is when I started playing Minecraft. And no, I am not a n00b, you Classic Hardcorers.
You know who you are.
That's a very nice story about how Steve came to be.
In the World of Craftia, there is a quest that has been going on since the ancient centuries. It is the Quest of the Player. A mere man, Homo cubeiens, would be talking to his family one day, go to sleep, and wake up the next day, with no recollection of who or where he is. He would be chosen as the next Player. All he knows is the instincts to survive. Punch wood, craft, mine, make a shelter. This is necessary. The Player needs a blank mind to take on the daunting quest he has before him. The task is simple.
He has to kill the Ender Dragon, a dragon of pure darkness, waiting for a rip in time that will take her to the Overworld, and she will burn it to the ground. Remove all traces of civilization. The Player must stop this.
In the New Cycle of 1.3.2, Steve Cubio II had grown into a full man. He even had a mustache and a beard to boot! It was his 8th year living by himself in the wild, close to his hometown. Night approached, and Steve retreated into his bedroom once more. When he awoke, he was in the desert. He had no clue of who or where he was. All he knew was the instincts he needed to survive. Notch and Jeb had chosen. They had chosen wisely.
Steve had become the fourteenth Player. And he was alone.
I chose that update, Official 1.3.2, because that is when I started playing Minecraft. And no, I am not a n00b, you Classic Hardcorers.
You know who you are.
Might I ask who is the author of this story, or is it yourself?
You see, I like to draw and make comics, particularly about Minecraft.
So, I realized I would probably need a backstory... And that came up. I have an entire history of the Minecraft World, from its creation to its End... But that's for another thread...
And that's where babies come from.
I don't know how to respond to this...
You have no idea how long a video like that takes to make do you?
And then steve woke up.
My house is made of steel, with paper for doors.
I like the idea behind JoshuaMutter's video, "Minecraftian".
"On a scale of one mile to Lord of the Rings, how far did you walk today?"
Cryptic hints, but still.
I think it's intentionally left up for interpretation, so you can make it your own.
I'd pay for a mod with dinosaurs like that..
.. just saying. That is awesome.
Old signature got imageshack'd.
*not actually true.
My Survival Journal
He has to kill the Ender Dragon, a dragon of pure darkness, waiting for a rip in time that will take her to the Overworld, and she will burn it to the ground. Remove all traces of civilization. The Player must stop this.
In the New Cycle of 1.3.2, Steve Cubio II had grown into a full man. He even had a mustache and a beard to boot! It was his 8th year living by himself in the wild, close to his hometown. Night approached, and Steve retreated into his bedroom once more. When he awoke, he was in the desert. He had no clue of who or where he was. All he knew was the instincts he needed to survive. Notch and Jeb had chosen. They had chosen wisely.
Steve had become the fourteenth Player. And he was alone.
You know who you are.
You see, I like to draw and make comics, particularly about Minecraft.
So, I realized I would probably need a backstory... And that came up. I have an entire history of the Minecraft World, from its creation to its End... But that's for another thread...
The End Poem basically knocked down the Fourth Wall then stabbed it over and over again.
Very, very true.