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A strange new world.

The first day.
I woke to a sunny day with pigs, sheep and cows hopping merrily around me. How did I get here? Where is here? I looked around, trying to figure out my surroundings. Something wasn't right with this place, whatever it was. Everything looked so... Oh my god. Everything was made of perfectly ordered and cut cubes, roughly 1 meter in side. This wasn't normal, this wasn't physically possible. This has to be a dream. I pinch myself, hold my breath and try to splash water on my face, to no avail. This is real. I notice the sun is starting to set in the horizon. Whatever lives in these parts could be dangerous, so I can't take the chance of sleeping under the night sky. I walk up to one of the cubic trees and give it a few whacks with the side of my fist, sizing up its durability. Upon contact with my hand, however, the trunk started cracking and after a few hits it broke apart , falling to my feet. Surprisingly, the rest of the tree didn't follow suit. Bemused by the strange physics of this world, I quickly dispatched of the tree. With night coming faster than I anticipated and having a handful of logs in my hand, which unexplainably all fit within my palm, I became worried that I couldn't make a shelter in time. I tried splitting one of the logs with a sharp rock, but the whole thing split into four even planks, all as big as the log itself, defying all logic. I ignored the obvious transgression of the laws of physics and proceeded to split all of my logs before making my shelter. This would be a long night.

I tried to sleep, but the strangeness of this world kept me awake. How could this place be? Did someone make this? What lives here, other than farm animals? I pondered these questions when I heard a low growl, making me jump to my feet. I walked out the door of my makeshift hut to be greeted by a humanoid figure. I tried explaining to him(her? It was too dark to tell anything.) that I didn't know where I was, that I was lost and needed help. The shadow answered only with the same low growl I had heard earlier, and took a step forward into the moonlight. I saw its green, square body come into view and immediately I knew. Skin fell loosely from its limbs, rotten at multiple spots. I stared into its eyes, only to be greeted with a gaze of hunger and savage rage. I ran into my hut, barricaded the door and crawled into a corner, crying, awaiting morning.

Second day: Settling down.

Eventually the sun shone through my skylight, waking me. When had I fallen asleep? I couldn't remember, but at least night was gone and the sun was up. It was time to explore my surroundings more. I undid my barricades and found nothing but feathers where the zombie once was. Relieved, I left them there and went for a walk. This world was full with amazing, fantasy-esque structures. Tall, skyscraping mountains gave way to calm sunny beaches, leading to an immense ocean. At least I thought it was an ocean, as no land was present on the horizon. Some "islands" of dirt I found floated several dozen meters from the ground, defying all laws of gravity. This didn't surprise me however, as I had started to get used to the odd things happening in this world. Instead, I stared in amazement at the natural occurences around me, the animals living peacefully, the lush forests and vast plains. As I lay on the grass, watching the sky and the soaring cube-shaped clouds, I figured living here wasn't so bad. In fact, it was pretty nice. All I would need is a more comfortable place, tools and food and I could live here peacefully. I had everything: water, food, Various minerals and space. Space, is what I had most of. In my two days in this world, I hadn't encountered any living human being yet. Maybe they were in settlements somewhere I hadn't been yet. On the other hand, I feared I could be the only one of my kind on this island. Or continent. Or the whole world, for that matter. It was no use getting strung up over these problems, as there was nothing I could do about it and so much to do for myself. As the sun started to set, I marched back to my hut, ready to spend my second night.

As the sun disappeared in the horizon and the moon rose in the sky, I prepared my home. I had sheared some sheep to provide myself with a mattress of wool on the ground, and made a door to keep out whatever danger lurks outside these wooden walls. I lay my newly made wooden tools on the ground near my bed. They were nothing fancy: a shovel and a makeshift sword. I laid down on my mattress, feeling sleepy, when I heard a familiar low, growling noise but accompanied by a sharp hissing. Curious and scared, I cautiously stepped out of my door, sword in hand, ready to bash in any zombies nearby. I was half right with my assumption, in that there was a zombie. However, next to it stood a humungous spider, maybe half a meter tall, and two meters wide. Its red eyes shone through its shiveringly hairy visage, if you could call it that, and two sharp mandibles clicked under them. I took a step back in recoiling horror, catching the breath I had lost. I got my fears under control, swallowed bitter saliva and grabbed my weapon, right as the eight legged monster pounced toward my face, ready to rip it off. I was faster than it was, however and I swung my sword at its body, striking its abdomen. I heard a horrible Cracking sound as its body split in half, showering me in warm blood. I would be disgusted later, there were more pressing matters at hand. The zombie had come forward, shuffling slowly. It was no trouble, and I disposed of it quickly. I walked back inside my hut and fell on the floor in a heap, crying and trembling in fear. When the feeling passed, I wiped myself clean and fell asleep on my wool mattress. I had big plans for the next day, and I needed all the sleep I could get. The silence of the night was interrupted by stepping sounds outside my door, right before I drifted off into the world of dreams.

Third day: An explosive visitor and caves.

I rose from my slumber, cows mooing not far away. I was well relaxed, the events of the last night not
affecting my sleep much. Isat up on the mattress and remembered a detail that occured to me seconds before
I fell asleep. Sounds, much like the sound of footsteps, right outside my door. I shivered at the thought
and slowly turned my head towards my door. I was greeted by a green shape, its face a sad frown, its deep,
black eyes focused straight on me. Or so I figured, as there was no way to tell exactly which way it was
looking. I slowly got up on my feet and walked to the door. I tried to ask it what it was, if it had a
name, anything to get a reaction from the thing. It didn't respond, and by its saddened visage, I thought
maybe it was scared and needed shelter. Forgoing my sense of logic(I had no idea what that thing was) I
opened the door to let it in. It took a step towards me, and I began hearing a faint hissing sound. I
gently pushed it aside to rush outside, Thinking I'd see another spider. However, there was no trace of
any of those huge arachnids anywhere near, yet the hissing became louder. I became aware of the creature I
let in walking up behind me and I turned around. Its whole body was bulging, radiating white light and the
hissing became louder and louder. I took a few steps back and ran away from it, just in time. As I got
away, it exploded, creating a crater in the ground and blowing apart my front wall. I stared, bewildered,
at the aftermath, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. From there on I decided to not trust
anything that I wasn't familiar with, and set on rebuilding my hut. When I was finished, it was just about
noon. I fixed myself a meal of pork and mushroom soup, which quelled my hunger and set out to make myself
some tools to excavate the various minerals I had found. As I finished up my stone pickaxe and a handful
of torches(surprisingly, in this world, even several dozens of anything was a handful), I strode into a
cave system, carefully remembering which way I came. I gathered iron and coal for hours, when I decided I
would have to go back to my encampment. I could not risk getting lost in these caves or being attacked by
whatever beast lay in the dark. I stepped towards what I thought was the exit, when the floor gave way and
I tumbled down into a cave I hadn't been to, knocking myself unconscious.

As I woke, confused and panicked, I placed a lit torch near me, and heard the sound of running water. I
walked to the source, drinking some of it while wondering how I would get out of this predicament. I
looked up to notice shapes hopping about in the dark. Thinking some animals had fallen down the hole with
me, I lit up another torch to see better. I was not prepared for what I would see, however. The cavern
around the water source was covered with green, slimy creatures, both immense and minuscule. They hopped
towards me, with unknown intentions which I did not want to discover. I took a step back and readied
my weapon, for I would not let myself die to the hands of unknown beasts in an unknown world. Their jelly
bodies came apart easily under my blade, but as soon as the pieces touched the ground, they reformed into
smaller slimes, ready to attack again. When my sword broke and there was only more of them, panic set in.
I thought I was done for, that there was no way out, when I noticed something radiating in a wall not far
from me that was not one of my torches. I ran to it and discovered lava. Something clicked in my head, and
I laughed maniacally as I struck the wall with my pickaxe, intent on freeing the searing hot fury. The
gooey substance burst through the wall, nearly burning my flesh, and spread downwards onto the flow of
slimes. Sizzling sounds filled the air, and the whole cave lit up from the lava. When I didn't see any
more slimes, I knew I had won this round. Tired but victorious, I laid myself down on the cold, smooth
stone which contrasted with the radiating heat from the lava. I knew the heat and light would keep away
the monsters, so I fell asleep peacefully. I would figure a way out the next day.

The fourth day: towards home.

That night I dreamt of the normal world. It was strange, walking among places not made of cubes. I tried
communicating with others, but they would not hear me. I strode along the streets, passing through people
as though I didn't exist. In some way I didn't, since this was a dream. But it felt so real. I went to the
park and looked at the children playing in the swings. I sat down on a bench, dreading the time I would
wake up and leave this place. I did not want to go back to that strange, dangerous world. I turned my eyes
towards a tree I had just noticed. It was not like the others, and it was quickly obvious how. Its square
trunk stood over three meters tall and its leaves floated around it, forming perfect cube shapes. I rubbed
my eyes, but it would not go away. On the contrary, the ground started changing into cubes itself. I got
up, panicked, and ran away from the scene. Everything was turning into cubes. I turned to the children, as
if to save them from some terrible fate, but they weren't children anymore. They were sheep, pigs and
cows. I resumed my retreat, but the change caught up. Suddenly, I couldn't feel my arms and couldn't
speak. I walked towards a puddle and looked at my reflection. What came back to me had me waking up in a
cold sweat, screaming. I recalled the face I had seen; a dark green, spongy, sad frown. I looked around at
the cave stone walls surrounding me and knew I had to get out of here.

I climbed out of the cavern and walked to my hut. I grabbed my sword and killed a dozen pigs, stockpiling
their meat. I cooked all of it in my furnace while I fashioned a simple raft. When all was done, I looked
at the small vessel. Would it stand the fury of the sea? would I find my way back home? There was no way
to tell until I had tried. I hesitantly climbed on board of the raft, sat my rations in front of me and
started rowing out to sea. As I looked back at my tiny hut for the last time, I felt a shiver going down
my spine. I was leaving behind the only shelter I have in this world, and throwing myself at the mercy of
the seas. I turned back towards the blue expanse and took a deep breath. Somewhere, out there, was the
world I had known before.

Days five through thirty-six: The voyage.


I stretched my limbs and sat up. I had slept longer than usual, which I deduced by the sun on top of me. I
looked around, knowing I would not see anything else than a large expanse of water. My hut had gone out of
sight what feels like long ago, when it's really only been about half a day. Time passes slowly when
you're rowing blindly, with nothing to entertain you but your own thoughts. It's in these moments that a
person is most lonely, even though I've already had my share of loneliness on ground. I started to regret
ever leaving, thinking I was going to die either of hunger or drowning out here, or because of sunstroke,
when I could have lived peacefully in my little house, without a care in the world. When these thoughts
surface, I push them aside, instead thinking of birds chirping, real grass, other people and of course my
friends. The friends who must be terribly worried, not having a clue where I was. This was my strength,
the one I needed to continue rowing, forgetting the pain in my arms, the sweat on my brow and the searing
heat of the sun on my shoulders. I won't give up. I will get home no matter what.

Fast forward just over a month. My will has worn down to nearly nothing. The only thought that keeps me
moving is that there is nowhere else to go but forward. The sun is as blazing as ever, my skin now
blistered at multiple places. My arms give the feeling of falling at each movemement, and my eyes have
gone bad from the glare of the sun on the water. My rations have completely run out last night, and there
still isn't any land in sight. I'm scared. This was a bad idea, and I'm going to die. There is no way out
of this place. I drop my oars and bury my face in my hands. For the first time in a month, I truly feel
like I am done for. Tears run down my face, searing my blisters. The pain doesn't get to me, as if
desperation and depression had numbed my body. I cry for what feels like days, crying over all that I
miss; my family, my friends, my job. The real world. If I had known I would die alone in a world where
nobody knows where I am, I would have lived every day of my life to its fullest. But it's too late now,
I'm going to die, cooked under this sun, starving. I threw my hands up in desperation, raised my face to
the sky and screamed as hard as I could, as if some god would hear me and scoop me up to bring me back
home. My primal scream was interrupted, however, as my boat came to a sudden halt and I was jolted
backwards onto the side of the boat, knocking me unconscious.

Intermission: the real world.

The room was completely silent, save for the sound of the electrocardiogram. Various Flowers and cards
adorned the windowsill, basking in the warm summer sun. A man was lying in a bed, his head covered in
bandages, tubes coming out of his nose, mouth and arms. By his side lay an older woman, staring intently
at the man as if waiting for him to wake up. Under her eyes were dark patches indicating her lack of
sleep. Footsteps echoed in the waxed hallway and stopped in front of the door. A man in a white labcoat
walked in, greeted by the woman. They entertained a conversation about his condition and as it went on,
The woman became increasingly worried. The doctor finished speaking, and she fell on her chair, crying
uncontrollably. He kneeled down by her side, trying to comfort her in vain. They did all they could, but
after more than a month in a coma, there was no way he would ever wake up. She had two choices; either
they unplugged all the machines keeping him alive and let him die peacefully, or they could keep them on,
in the off chance that he did one day wake up. The latter was highly improbable however, as very few
patients wake up from such a long coma. The doctor assured the woman he would wait for her decision, no
matter how long it took. She nodded silently in approval, and asked to be alone with her son. The doctor
obliged and left the room. This could very well be the last time she saw him alive, if his state could
qualify as such. She grabbed his hand and held it tight, easing herself to the thought of losing him. She
accepted that he would not wake up, and he could not live like this. She would tell the doctor to turn the
machines off.

The void

I opened my eyes, feeling surprisingly no pain in the back of my head. What happened before I blacked out? My boat stopped, I knocked my head on its side. How did my boat stop in the middle of the ocean? There was no land in sight. There was only one way to know. I sat up and turned around. There lay a solid wooden door, floating above the water, nearly touching it. Puzzled, I looked behind it, to find a solid wooden face, but with no handle. This was definitely odd. I tried to turn the handle, but it wouldn't budge. I tried to kick the door down, but that only ended in me falling in the water. Climbing back aboard my raft, I pondered how to "open" this door. There was no visible lock, and nothing could be stopping the handle from behind. By all logic, this handle should turn. But logic didn't apply to a door that floated above the water, not hinged to any wall. I sat down in the boat, looking out into the distance, as if I would find an answer. Right before my eyes, the horizon was slowly getting closer. I rubbed my eyes, but nothing changed. The sea looked like it was shrinking towards me. It must be a mirage or insanity from sunstroke, I thought. I splashed water on my face, took a few deep breaths but the expanse of water was still shrinking. I could now clearly see where it ended, roughly a few hundred meters away. Water was falling into an immense hole, seemingly leading nowhere. Nowhere I could fathom, at least. I grabbed my oars and tried to put as much distance as I could between me and certain death, even though I was hesitant to leave the door there. I quickly stopped rowing however, when I looked around me. The whole ocean had shrunk down to a circle the size of a stadium. I panicked and went closer to the door, which seemed to be in the middle of what was left of the sea. I desperately tried the handle as the water fell off the edge of the shrinking world, now only several dozen meters away. But the device would not budge. The sound of the falling water drowned off my cries as I banged the door and pulled with all of my might on the handle. I looked down to see my vessel was floating on no more than a dozen square meters of water. I tripled my efforts, rocking the boat which turned over, pulling me into the water. I stuck my head out of the water to see my boat tumbling down into the abyss. I was going to join it soon if I didn't do something. I grabbed the side of the door just in time. I felt my body becoming heavier when the last of the water left this world. I climbed the door, holding on to its sides and sat on top of it. Around me was nothing, literally. Everywhere I looked there was nothing to see but white, and the silence was absolute.

The world was empty, save for me and this door, which stood in the middle of it all, defying all logic. I bent over slightly to look down, and lost my balance. My heart skipped as I reached for the top of the door, then the handle and finally for anything, when I realized I wasn't falling anymore. I had landed on what could only be described as nothing, right infront of the door. It made no sound as I hit it, and I couldn't feel it. I felt like I was flying, which could've been true but I had no idea, having lost all sense of direction. Had I met my demise on the boat, when I was knocked over? Was this heaven? I laughed at myself, thinking how ironic it would've been, dying right when I hit land. Was the door the door to heaven? My situation couldn't get worse than it is, I thought to myself, so it doesn,t matter where it leads. I grabbed the handle. I turned it as easily as I would have any normal door handle, and its sound startled me. I had lost the habit of hearing sound in the very short time I've been in this void. I opened the door, thinking I'd clouds, angels and towers of gold with everything a man could want. But there was none of that. In fact, there was nothing. The door swung on invisible hinges, and as soon as it completed a 180 degree turn, it fell down on the "floor", without a sound. There was something definitely wrong. This was the door out of here, how could it simply fall on its side like that? I can't spend my life in this empty void, I need to go home! I paced the emptiness, pulling my hair, sweating buckets. This was impossible, I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. I curled up in a ball on the floor, still pulling my hair, my eyes tightly shut. I waited for what seemed like years before opening them back up. I was in front of a country house, with a sign on its front door. I walked up to the piece of painted carved wood, and read: "Welcome home". I pushed open the door and walked in.

I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital bed, with nurses turning off the machines around me. In the corner of my eye, I saw my mother crying, and a doctor comforting her. I tried to recall the events leading here. I was in university, about to come home for the summer. I was driving on the highway when a semitruck lost control and rammed me on the side, sending my car tumbling on the side of the road, destroyed. At least that's what I put together. The last thing I could remember was me screaming, and the whole world spinning. I turned towards my mother and spoke to her.
"Hey, mom..."
She turned her head, staring at me as if she thought she was dreaming.
"I'm home."

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Through rotting eyes


Light is a given thing. It's the first thing that hits our eyes when we're born, and the last thing we see before our demise. Light is everywhere. Without it, we would not be able to live. At least, that's what I think. Sometimes, though, we take light for granted, especially in those moments where it's too dark to see, and your imagination is creating monsters around you. As amazing as it is though, we experience it every waking moment of our lives and we sort of get used to it. Why is it, then, that I was surprised when I opened my eyes and was blinded by the bright midday sun? I thought I had last seen light when I passed out... Last night? Last year? I couldn't remember. All I could remember was darkness, and more darkness, and then a bright, white light. I covered my eyes as they got used to the sun. This world looked... different, but it didn't seem odd to me. Ironically, such a fact did seem odd. I chuckled a bit, but what came out wasn't what I expected. Instead of a short laugh, what came to my ears was a low intermittent growl, startling me. I covered my mouth with my hand but quickly withdrew it when I felt a hard, smooth surface. I caught a glimpse of my hand and recoiled in horror, in vain because putting distance between me and my hand is quite an arduous task. I looked at it again to confirm what I had saw. Half of my fingers were missing and skin was peeling off at various parts, revealing decaying muscles and bone. Necrosis blackened patches of tissue. It was a miracle that I could even move. I looked at my reflection in a nearby puddle of water and froze in horror. Deep, dead eyes stared back at me crowning a ravaged visage covered in blood and necrosis.

I wandered the fields and valleys, shocked. I couldn't get my mind off of the horrible vision in the water. What became of me? How did I get here? I tried to remember what happened before I passed out. I remembered a loud crash, metal against metal. The world going dark. Sirens. I couldn't recall the exact events. I punched the ground in frustration. That's when I noticed it was getting really warm here. I remembered it being quite comfortable when I woke up. I took off my ratty shirt, but that only made it worse. It felt like I was on fire. I wiped the sweat off my brow and saw flames coming out of the skin on my arm. I was on fire! I looked around quickly, looking for a source of fire but saw none. I dashed to the nearest spring with the flames growing hotter by the minute. I dove dramatically into the water, startling a few animals who were drinking from it. But the cool water didn't help. In fact, it wasn't cool anymore. It was starting to boil. I jumped out, not wanting to boil to death and stumbled into the shade of a tree. At that moment, the pain and heat went away, a fresh breeze taking their place. It must be the sun. There is no other logical explanation. I sat in the shade of the tree for the rest of that day, contemplating my situation.

Come nightfall, I decided it was now safe to venture out into the open. I needed to find someone who could help me out of this predicament. Occasionally, I would come across herds of cows, pigs and sheep. I would try approaching them, but they would always flee me. I understand them though, I mustn't be the most trust-worthy looking chap in town. Wherever I am. I did see someone who was in the same boat as me, but our conversation didn't go much further than grunting and growling. I'm starting to lose hope. Maybe I should sit in the sun until I'm nothing more than bleached bone. It actually sounds like a good idea now. Until the sun comes up, I'll keep to walking aimlessly. I continued trudging along the various valleys and mountains, with naught but my thoughts to keep me company. Eventually, I found a small wooden hut in the distance, with light coming out of its windows. Ah, light. Did I say it was amazing? I think I did. Right at that moment, I saw the sun coming up. I needed to get in there fast, before the sun cooked me to death. It may have seemed like a good idea hours ago, but I find life quite pleasant at the moment. I dashed to the building, impending doom rising slowly from the horizon. I could make it, I just needed to open that door and get in. I wrestled the handle for minutes in vain, as it would not budge. I slammed my fists into the door, crying out in desperation. I felt the heat of the sun searing my skin and thought all hope was lost. The door opened, however, revealing a young man with a puzzled look on his face. He seemed familiar, somehow. It didn't take long before it changed to a look of horror however after my failed attempts at communicating with him resulting in nothing but growls. He unsheathed a crude wooden sword and took a step toward me. I recoiled in fear, begging him to let me in but he would not understand. The wooden blade tore through the rotting, burning skin of my abdomen, sealing my fate.

It was then that I remembered. The light went out in my eyes, and I saw the scene unfold from a bird's eye view. I had been drinking before going to work. I had to deliver some plane parts to a hangar. Ignoring the voice in the back of my head telling me to call in sick, I took off in the semi truck. The road was dark and twisted before my eyes. Before I knew it, I lost control. A great crash. A van barreling into the side of the road. My own truck smashing head first into a tree, propelling me through the windshield. The view got closer to my bloody and broken body. I was now back in my body, reliving the final seconds before I passed away. I looked over at the wreckage of the other vehicle and saw a young man, the same young man I found in that hut. I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. I heard sirens, some distant voices muffled by the pain. A bright light appeared in front of me. Justice was served, and I could finally rest.

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More to come!

Quote from Traviskolber »

Love it, please continue!

Thanks :biggrin.gif: I will, maybe tonight or tommorrow morning :tongue.gif:

Felt a wave of inspiration, added another part :biggrin.gif: check it out in the first post!

Quote from Traviskolber »

Epic, I award you one interwebz cookie!

dayum, that was quick. Thanks :biggrin.gif:

First posted updated with the third day :biggrin.gif:

Quote from Shigan »

Epic. Truly epic. You win 4 internets.

I think I'm gonna need a box for all these internets :biggrin.gif: thanks for the support :biggrin.gif:

Quote from RealG »

Quote from shairn »

I stared into its eyes, only to be greeted with a gaze of hunger and beastiality.

Other than that, good story man. I liked it.

what's wrong with that line? :tongue.gif:

Quote from Shigan »

2 things

1. Beastiality can be taken two was 1st is animal-human sexual relations 2nd is your way, a greed only monsters can feel

2. RealG, your avatar looks like a hobo Harry Potter XD

****, I never really thought about that. You see my first language is french and I often confuse words between the two. I'll go ahead and modify that D:

EDIT: fourth day has been added, go read it now :biggrin.gif:

Quote from thechris »

best story about minecraft. ever.
cant wait for you to add more!

Thanks :smile.gif: I've already got ideas for the next part but I'll figure out which way I want the story to go before actually writing it, so the next part might come tonight or in 2 days, since I won't be at home all day tommorrow. I love writing this, it combines two things I love: writing and minecraft :biggrin.gif:

More is what you asked for, more is what you get :biggrin.gif:
I seem to be quite in advance of what I said. Well, inspiration struck me like lightning. If I wanted to I could type up the rest of the story but I'm gonna keep that for another day. In the end tomorrow's plan fell through, so I'll be posting up the sixth part as late as tomorrow afternoon, possibly sooner. Tune in then :biggrin.gif: