This will be a fan fic in minecraft oriented on Survival Minecraft.
CHAPTER 01
"Huh? Where am I? More importantly who am I?" I was on a beach laying down in the sand. "Where is everybody?" I decided to walk inland, following a river next to me. Once I got a bit away from land I saw a few trees and decided to get some wood, as if by instinct, and I punched the tree. I expected it to hurt, but instead I had cracked the tree partway. I kept punching the tree untill I had collected all of the wood and I somehow processed the wood into planks. "It looks like it is getting dark, maybe I should make a shelter." I placed the planks of light colored wood in a square and gave it a roof, there my shelter is complete, and I made the planks into a, crafting bench. " I guess this allows me to make better stuff." I was getting hungry so I went outside and saw a sheep. "Maybe it will give me food." So I punched it several times, like how I punched the tree. and it dropped a piece of wool. "Maybe I was unlucky." So I punched two more sheep until they were dead and they dropped more wool. I went back to my shelter and tried to make food out of the wool, unsuccesfully, but I ended up making a bed, and I put it down in my shelter and went to sleep.
CHAPTER 01
"Huh? Where am I? More importantly who am I?" I was on a beach laying down in the sand. "Where is everybody?" I decided to walk inland, following a river next to me. Once I got a bit away from land I saw a few trees and decided to get some wood, as if by instinct, and I punched the tree. I expected it to hurt, but instead I had cracked the tree partway. I kept punching the tree untill I had collected all of the wood and I somehow processed the wood into planks. "It looks like it is getting dark, maybe I should make a shelter." I placed the planks of light colored wood in a square and gave it a roof, there my shelter is complete, and I made the planks into a, crafting bench. " I guess this allows me to make better stuff." I was getting hungry so I went outside and saw a sheep. "Maybe it will give me food." So I punched it several times, like how I punched the tree. and it dropped a piece of wool. "Maybe I was unlucky." So I punched two more sheep until they were dead and they dropped more wool. I went back to my shelter and tried to make food out of the wool, unsuccesfully, but I ended up making a bed, and I put it down in my shelter and went to sleep.
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