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So I began writing a new story, and it's basically the story of the yogscast, from the beginning of their let's play, to Shadow of Israphel. If you have any suggestions for a different name, then please tell me. Also, I may be cutting out certain parts. Thanks for reading.

Xephos opened his eyes. He was in a strange area; a snowy frozen lake, with cliffs and hills in the distance. He looked to his left, and saw someone else standing there, looking around, confused. Indeed it was a Dwarf.
Xephos had heard about the Dwarves on his spaceship back home. They were the people of the earth, and were expert miners and smiths. Xephos, himself, was a human, but he came from a far off land. How he got into this strange icy area, he did not now.
The Dwarf glanced at him. “You’re awake,” he said in a gruff voice.
“Indeed,” said Xephos, “You are you, and why am I here?”
“I am Honeydew the Dwarf. I come from Khaz Modan. As for how we have gotten here, I do not know,” the Dwarf replied, “I awoke just a few minutes ago”.
Xephos stood up. “This is an ill land. Evil fills the air. Are you sure you’ve no idea where we are?” he said.
“I am not sure, but my guess is perhaps the land of Minecraftia,” Honeydew explained.
“This is a bad omen. I have been set about in Minecraftia with a bloody Dwarf. It is what I had guessed… my shipmates were plotting against me!” Xephos said.
“Cool yourself, Spaceman,” Honeydew said, “If we are to be stuck here, we must be rational towards each other. We must… survive.”
Xephos nodded.
“Tell me, what is your name?” Honeydew asked.
“I am Xephos the spaceman,” he told Honeydew.
“So you are a spaceman. Just as I predicted,” Honeydew said.
“Nontheless, we must survive. Go and gather some wood,” Honeydew ordered.
Xephos nodded, and walked toward a tree. We began to simply punch it with his bare hands. There was something amiss in this land, he knew, as normally he could never punch a log a meter across without breaking his hand.
Honeydew walked around a cliff. “Here. I have made a workbench, hopefully to ease our efforts of making tools,” he said.
Honeydew instructed Xephos to make some tools, and Xephos made a pickaxe.
Suddenly, Honeydew came to a halt.
“What is it?” Xephos asked.
“The sun.” said Honeydew. “It is going down.”
Xephos knew what that meant. He had heard the rumors. Creatures of the night, in Minecraftia, were the most viscous things in the universe.
“Make haste, Xephos! We must make a shelter!” with that, Honeydew sprang up, and began to punch another tree. He took out the trunk, and amazingly, the rest stayed afloat. Honeydew swiftly layed down some walls out of the wood he gathered.
“Quickly, spaceman! Inside!” Honeydew hollered, diving into the entrance he left in the tiny shack.
Xephos hurried in. Honeydew sat down in a corner. Quickly, Xephos threw together a small, shabby wooden door and stuck it in the entrance.
“Good idea,” said Honeydew.
“Yes,” said Xephos. These creatures of the night, from what I heard, are horrible. This is not the way I want my life to end.”
“Indeed,” said Honeydew.
The moonlight shone through the door, and Xephos and Honeydew simply sat there in silence, waiting out the night.
Until they heard the bones clinging together.
“Do you hear that?” Honeydew worried.
“Yes. There are… bones.
“Quickly. We need defence,” Honeydew said, hinting for Xephos to make some weapons.
Xephos quickly made two wooden swords. He handed one to Honeydew.
“You are quite the craftsman. Are you ready?”
Xephos nodded.
Honeydew gave a violent war cry, then leaped out the door. Two skeletons stood there, and they held bows.
One of them shot at Xephos. He helped in pain, then hit it with his sword. The thing dropped it’s bow, then began to run away. Xephos sprinted towards him, then tackled it to the ground. Xephos stabbed the skeleton, and it totally crumpled down into a pile of bones.
Honeydew, in the meantime, was hiding behind a tree, hiding from the other skeleton’s arrows.
At the same time, the two charged towards the skeleton. They stabbed it several times, and it to fell to the ground.
“Quickly. Inside!” Honeydew urged. Xephos could see several other skeletons on an island across the lake. He hurried inside, shortly followed be Honeydew. He slammed the door the shack.
“You are a strong fighter. Thank you, Xephos.” Honeydew said.
Xephos nodded, panting, and sat down.
He sat for hours, until he could see a thin orange band rising in the sky. The sun was rising.