*==Part I==*
Devoid of memory or purpose, a new Crafter is pushed forth into the unforgiving land of Minecraftia. Armed with nothing but his wits, he must...well...actually he's pretty witless. Hopefully he won't get killed in the first week. Hopefully.
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Chapter 1
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Where am I? I thought to myself.
I need to get my bearings. That's basic getting-out-of-lost-situations 101. To my left there's…a black void. To my right…same thing. Above? More void. Below? I can see my legs and after that…Alright I'm pretty much in a black void.
That's good! I've effectively discovered my current position. Now what?
Maybe I should try walking to somewhere that's NOT a void. But…which way do I go?
Actually, can I even walk? I ponder silently. I try moving my legs. It's hard to tell if I'm falling through this void or moving in any general direction at all. Some identifying landmarks would be nice, but of course that would imply that I wasn't trapped in a void.
How'd I even get here anyway? I thought as I tried to feel around for anything in the void. I couldn't remember anything useful. Hell, I couldn't remember ANYTHING! Including…
"Who am I?" I asked aloud. I don't know why I did that. After all, I'm the only thing in this void that I could see. I must have progressed into the first stages of insanity: talking to oneself. It wouldn't be long until I start seeing things and making friends with volleyballs. Huh? Where did THAT come from?
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GAH! Focus self! There's gotta be a way out of this void, right? Maybe, if I close my eyes and wish real hard, I'll escape this blank, boring place.
I close my eyes and click the heels of my sneakers together three times for good measure. Again, where did that come from? But as it turns out, closing your eyes and wishing for things DOESN'T actually work.
I sigh dejectedly before attempting to sit down. I can't exactly feel anything beneath me so I suspect that I am still falling through the void. This really sucks.
"Can anyone help me out?" I call out. No response. Well, of course there's nothing. Why would there be any inhabitants of Voidland? No wait, that name sucks. I can do better. Voidberg has a better sound to it.
"I hereby declare myself the King of this plane!" I shout to the nothingness surrounding me. Aaaaaand there's the craziness talking. But better to be crazy to alleviate the boredom than to be normal in a dull world.
"But wait. If I'm the King, then what's my name?" I question. It's gotta be a good name. Something that I won't hate for the rest of my life in this void. And DEFINITELY not Keith. Also it has to be a man's name since women can't be Kings. Not to be sexist or anything.
Something short would be good too. A sharp name for a sharp King. Then again, my clothes aren't exactly sharp. A black and white hoodie with a blue undershirt and navy blue jeans. Socks. White sneakers. No royal garbs to speak of. Not even a cape.
Whatever. Nobody's here to judge me or dispute my mediocre wardrobe. I could be naked for all I cared and tell the nothingness around me that I'm simply wearing clothing that only intelligent people can see. They would be so embarrassed not seeing my clothes that they would pretend to see them just to not look silly. Huh? Where did THAT come from?
But back to the name. I think I got a decent name. Yeah, it sounds good with my title.
"My name is King Cobb! And if you have a problem with it, you can…GAK!"
I'm cut off from my declaration as my body stops abruptly. I'm painfully aware of making contact with something that ISN'T a void of nothingness.
Hooray, I escaped the void! Hooray, I can feel my surroundings! Hooray,…I think I broke my everything!