Apparently in this earth everything is square. I didn't find that out until I looked at my hands. There are square pigs, square cows, square wolves. The ground is made of blocks, and the cubical sun shines bright overhead.
I don't know where I am exactly. In fact, I don't even have a rough estimate. In fact-fact, I don't have any facts. There are blockheads here, riding square hogs around. The animal type. Sheep with square wool.
I've recently stopped taking all this into account, and focusing on something more of a problem. I have no food, I have no way to get back. If anyone's reading this, I'm Steve. Oh Notch save me. Day 1: Wait a sec, who's Notch? Is this just a dream or maybe my mind is... nevermind. The point is, I need to survive out here. This is the wilderness. I can see grass and trees for miles, but I don't know how to survive in a world made out of blocks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm starting to lose hope, I've never had anything like this happen to me. Where is my family? No more TV, no more snacks, no more grocery stores, no more football, no more America, no more video games... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So today I was taking my anger out on this tree, and the (square) trunk broke. It just disappeared, but some wood flew into my hands in the process. I experimented with this, and I cut down a whole tree. The tree had no physics, so the leaves just floated when it was cut down... awkward. I soon found out that the leaves started to disappear to when the trunk was down, so I gathered what saplings I could. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had once heard about this game called 'Minecraft' where everything was made out of blocks. I remember something about harvesting wood by punching a tree. I wonder if it has a connection. If I'm in Minecraft, I'm scared. I don't know much about it though, so I won't know what to do. It's funny that my hands don't hurt, though. Night is coming, and if Minecraft is correct, bad things happen at night. I've collected some wood, but I don't know how to build a shelter. The sky is streaked with orange squares, I need help soon!
I don't know where I am exactly. In fact, I don't even have a rough estimate. In fact-fact, I don't have any facts. There are blockheads here, riding square hogs around. The animal type. Sheep with square wool.
I've recently stopped taking all this into account, and focusing on something more of a problem. I have no food, I have no way to get back. If anyone's reading this, I'm Steve. Oh Notch save me.
Day 1:
Wait a sec, who's Notch? Is this just a dream or maybe my mind is... nevermind. The point is, I need to survive out here. This is the wilderness. I can see grass and trees for miles, but I don't know how to survive in a world made out of blocks.
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I'm starting to lose hope, I've never had anything like this happen to me. Where is my family? No more TV, no more snacks, no more grocery stores, no more football, no more America, no more video games...
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So today I was taking my anger out on this tree, and the (square) trunk broke. It just disappeared, but some wood flew into my hands in the process. I experimented with this, and I cut down a whole tree. The tree had no physics, so the leaves just floated when it was cut down... awkward. I soon found out that the leaves started to disappear to when the trunk was down, so I gathered what saplings I could.
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I had once heard about this game called 'Minecraft' where everything was made out of blocks. I remember something about harvesting wood by punching a tree. I wonder if it has a connection. If I'm in Minecraft, I'm scared. I don't know much about it though, so I won't know what to do. It's funny that my hands don't hurt, though.
Night is coming, and if Minecraft is correct, bad things happen at night. I've collected some wood, but I don't know how to build a shelter. The sky is streaked with orange squares, I need help soon!