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When I was young, my father, a skilled carpenter, always tried to teach me how to make crude tools. He wanted me to follow him in his trade. I only used them for toys, as they were only wooden. My mom worked at the local kindergarten as an arts and crafts teacher. The children loved her.

Though our family was well known, our wealth was not worth mentioning. We were very poor. The only toys I had as a boy were the crude tools and building blocks. The building blocks were bought by my mom. Once each Saturday, my mom went down to the thrift store and bought me another building block out of the clearance box in the back. When she got home we would paint it to look like one of the blocks I already had, or we would make a new one. My collection included grass, stone, bricks, and even wood.

Every day I would tear down what I built the day before with them and I would make something new. Every week on Sunday, I would take some of them to the church with my mom and dad and build things with the other kids. On the last day of each month, I would take the blocks and build my favorite house I made that month, and I would take a picture of it. Mom's Polaroid she got from granny was great for that. After several years, the camera finally broke and I started to lose interest in making my houses because I couldn't see the things I had made anymore.

As the years went on, the big case of blocks sat in my closet, collecting dust. I turned 18 on March 12, 2008. Not too long after graduating High School, I started to head for college. My father always wanted me to be just like him, but I knew carpentry would never go anywhere. I did, however, like building and designing. So I decided to go to a community college for engineering. I took my Xbox 360, PS3, small box television, microwave, and my box of building blocks.

My room, what little of it I remember since I was only there for an evening, was on the third floor of an apartment building about three miles from my school. I only remember the shag carpet from the previous owner that smelled like cigarette smoke. I pulled out a sheet and pillow I bought before going to get my apartment key so I could just lay down and rest. The moment I turned off the light, something in my box of building blocks started to glow. So naturally I started creeping over to see what it was.

As I had just started to peak over the edge of the box, a loud banging sound came from the front door, I immediately rushed to lock the door, but as I had just about grabbed the lock, the door crashed open, sending shock and fear through me. I couldn't make out a face as all the lights in the house were out. All I knew is he was fast and strong, almost supernaturally strong. He chased me into my room, but all I could see to defend myself with was the box of my building blocks.

I picked up the box and threatened to throw it at him. He seemed somewhat scared of the box. Not that I was threatening him with it, but he seemed scared to touch it. He took off some sort of cloak and threw it at me, along with a large satchel. I struggled to get out of it, but he pushed me back into a window. I crashed through the window. As I fell down, I saw my whole childhood flash before my eyes. I put out the box of blocks in front of me hopelessly thinking maybe it would save me.

Out of nowhere, the light from the box flashed brighter. As soon as the box slammed into the ground, I shot through into the light, the satchel with me. I don't remember what happened after that, only that I woke up in a world that looked almost exactly like it was made up of my childhood building blocks.

This is where my story begins...

I pulled myself together, trying to figure out what had happen. Considering the fact that I had just lost everything except my clothing and this strange satchel, I didn't know what to think. The man who broke into the apartment didn't seem as though he was there to steal anything. It wasn't important at the moment though. The only important thing then was that I had to find shelter. I wanted to discover what was going on, and why was I pulled into this place. However, it would have to wait.

I saw trees close by. I realized my father's skills as a carpenter were finally gonna come in handy. I didn't have an axe, so I would have to take it down by hand. I had a relatively, and strangely, easy time doing so. Oddly, however, as I broke the tree apart, the blocks fell off and sort of hovered over the ground bobbing up and down. Stranger still, as I approached the block, it was sucked up into my satchel. Without question of how this happened, knowing these questions wouldn't receive an answer, I continued to break down the tree.

After some time of collecting wood, I proceeded to make the wooden logs into planks. I knew I would have to make a table or bench to make tools such as an axe or pickaxe. From there I made the wood into tools. As crude as the were, I had to deal with what I had.

Soon I decided it was time to make a shelter. I hadn't seen anything to worry about since I arrived in the strange world, but I didn't want to take chances. As I began to build a structure, I noticed how the sun was passing very quickly compared to the sun back home. I seemed to grow weary quickly as well. I knew I would need to make a bed and find food soon. Cows were gathered nearby and my shelter was finished, though I did not have windows. I knew it would need changed, but for now it worked.

I made a crude wooden sword, knowing it would probably only hold up for tonight. I attacked a cow and killed it, taking what the meat from it. It seemed odd though. The meat seemed almost pixelated, as does everything else around here. Disregarding the fact that it was raw, I ate in hopes of filling up. I started to feel somewhat sick, but pushed on.

On my way back to my shelter, I saw sheep, so I went to them to get wool to hopefully make a bed so I could rest. I had no choice but to kill them to get wool, as I had no shears or scissors of any sort. So I proceeded to make a bed. I didn't understand what had happened to me. What I did know is that this world wasn't normal. I hoped to go to sleep in peace. Only time would tell...

I woke up in the morning very sleepy and not ready for what was about to strike. I got up out of bed and saw what appeared to be a burning skeleton outside of my home, at least that's a better sounding name than shelter. The skeleton had no idea I saw it, even though it was mere five feet from the door. It finally collapsed leaving behind bones and an arrow floating where it once stood. I took a look around before leaving my home to make sure nothing else was around that looked dangerous.

I stepped outside to grab the items the skeleton dropped. The moment they were sucked up into my satchel, I heard a loud hissing noise and felt a chill run down my spine. I turned quickly to see a green and black speckled creature beginning to expand. I immediately began to sprint away from the monster. I made it no more than 10 feet away from it when it exploded leaving a crater in the dirt in front of my home. Luckily I was completely unscathed. I decided to call the creature a creeper because of the way it tried to sneak up on me.

I spent a few minutes fixing the dirt in front of my home. I noticed I had some stone in my satchel after picking up all of the debris. I only had a few blocks of it. I decided to take those and make a stone pickaxe. I knew that would be a great asset in trying to expand my home and making it safer. I saw a cave across the lake, and I decided to go mining.

Something still seemed strange about this world, aside from the walking skeletons and exploding monsters that is. I felt as though I'm being watched. I didn't know whether or not I was stuck here alone. The biggest question running through my mind was what has become of the box of building blocks in the real world? were they still sitting in the lawn behind my apartment building? Was it destroyed in the impact? Were they trashed and sent to a landfill? I hoped I could find a way out of there.

As I was mining, I began to see blocks that I never made with my mom when I was little. The monsters were the strangest things I had seen so far. I questioned why there were things in this world I never made with the blocks, even though I knew no answers would be given.

Close to nightfall, I went back to my home and made torches to light the place with a little coal I found. I got something that appeared to be iron as well, so I made a furnace out of some of the stone I mined and smelted the iron, fashioning them into ingots. I stayed up later that night than the previous night, I noticed more monsters were outside on this night, I assumed it was because I stayed up later. I saw things that in the real world would be thought of as demonic. Spiders the size of small cars, zombies, and something else. Something tall and slender, but calm. They are very interesting in the way they act. Picking up and placing blocks as if they want to be something they are not. I hadn't tried to go outside to see them. I didn't know if I wanted to with all the things I had seen though. I figured perhaps I could sleep and it would all just go away.

That night I dreamed about the apartment break-in. I kept repeating the scenario in my head as if my dream were a broken record. I couldn't figure out why the man broke in and why he was afraid of the box. Soon, however, I started thinking about the box. My dream started turning into a state of prolonged thought rather than a dream. The box sat in my closet for years ever since I was little. I never saw anything of real significance in the box, until the man broke into my apartment. I knew he must have been connected to the box somehow.

I woke up early that morning almost dead. Not from danger of any sort, but from my shear lack of movement. I started to realize there was more to the building blocks than wood and paint. There was more to the cloaked man than just being a thief. There was more to this world than just blocks and evil creatures. I knew there was a way out. I knew it...