The prolouge of minecraft by Stickbomber, literature
Literature
The prolouge of minecraft
You, a nameless miner is walking through the kingdom selling and buying goods. Suddenly, you hear shouting. A ghast has escaped from the royal netherworld portal and has preyed on the king on his royal walk. You decide to take action!
"Take this!" You shout as you use your pickaxe and swing at the ghast. The ghast escapes your pickaxe grabs the king in it's tentacles and runs. "No!" As you chase the ghast, you realise he is heading towards the wilderness where the king will never survive! You chase the ghast across the plains and into a cave. In there, you find a dead end where you swing your pickaxe and slay the ghast! The king falls to the
Origin of minecraft 2
I write this in the shelter of my humble abode. I hope this reaches the hands of a savior.
This country is in turmoil. It started with the creation of a portal to hell otherwise known as a netherworld portal. However, if it were naturally built this wouldn't have happened. Unfortunately, it wasn't. I am convinced that the electrical surge that followed the opening of the portal was no accident. Even now as I grow more and more pixilated, I still write this letter with what I can. I am turning into a monster. I know it. Even as my flesh rots away I still retain humanity. When the electrical surge hit the portal, a