Robert slowly wakes up from suddenly passing out… Only to find himself with no physical form floating on an infinite black void.
‘Where am I? Am I dead? All I remember is trying to start up Minecraft and the title being a little we-’ It seems whatever took him here has a tendency to rudely interrupt his inner monologues as a booming robotic voice echoes through the void.
>FOREIGN LIFE FORM DETECTED.
>INITIALIZING TERMINATION. . .
‘Wait termination?! Hold on we can tAAAAAAH-’ He wails in agony inside his mind as an otherworldly pain takes over his senses, a pain so great he loses his ability to think and can only scream until his metaphorical throat becomes hoarse… Yet, as sudden as it started it ends.
>TERMINATION UNSUCCESSFUL.
>INITIATING PROTOCOL TWELVE. . .
>PROTOCOL TWELVE STARTED.
>TELEPORTING FOREIGN LIFE FORM. . .
Before he has any time to catch his bearings Robert is violently thrown out of the void into a field of grass. He can’t exactly tell where he is as his senses are a bit jumbled at being ping ponged in and out of reality.
“Aeugh...” He groans and attempts to stand up, only to fall face first into the ground. He tries once more, this time putting his all into it despite his muscle's protests and successfully standing up.
“Got it, higher gravity. This is going to be…” He stops his ramblings after finally laying eyes on the surrounding area, a stunningly colorful flower field surrounded by birch trees and fuzzy brown rabbits. Almost every direction ends up in a slope, be it upwards or downwards.
“There’s no fucking way.” He runs his hand through his hair and gives the place another look to see if it will go away if he stops looking.
“Alright this is gonna sound crazy but I think I was teleported inside the game." He talks to himself, he has a habit of doing that to an unsettling degree. "I know, I know, that isn’t supposed to be possible… But how else would you explain me suddenly waking up on a flower field, conveniently surrounded by birch trees and rabbits?” A rabbit cautiously hops its way towards him, curious about this weird shaved thing who keeps making loud noises.
“Oh hello little guy!” He crouches down to pick the curious rabbit only for it to turn tail and run.
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“Right. Wild animal.” Feeling dejected he turns towards a random tree.
"No better way to start than by punching some trees.” He states to himself as he winds up his fist. "Here goes nothing..." And punches said tree full force but instead of the expected results, all he can feel is pain as his hand is almost broken from the impact.
“AH SHIT!” He recoils at the unexpected resistance and inspects his hand. The skin on his knuckles was slightly peeled and hurting like hell, luckily, nothing was broken.
“Fuck… How will I get tools, then?” He looks around for any answers, only to realize he was standing right next to a small pile of gravel.
“I remember these “Realistic” mods where you had to collect flint then make a shitty flint axe, problem is, I have no clue how to make fiber out of grass.” He is at a loss, racking his brain for an answer.
“If only I had my inventory-” Before he can even finish his sentence a screen opens in front of him, looking exactly like the game's inventory.
“...Alright then. How do I move things around?” There is no response.
“Okay stupid question, I don’t even have items.” He moves his way to the gravel pile with embarrassing difficulty as his body is so out of shape this world's increased gravity is enough to exhaust him just by standing.
He shoves his hand on the gravel pile and searches around for flint, managing to find 5 flint in total. “Alright, that’s step one.” Grabbing a few random sticks from the ground, he opens his inventory.
“Hmm…” He focus intently on the flint and imagines it going towards the crafting area, and surprisingly, it works. “That was easy.” He mutters before doing the same with a stick only to remember he needs flint shards, not just flint.
“Right.” He starts walking once more to find a piece of stone laying around, having moderate success as he manages to find one three minutes into his search.
“Alright, round two.” He puts the flint in front of him and smashes its sides.
“Not the best craftsmanship, but it counts as a flint shard. I think. I hope.” Moving the stick and newly acquired shard into the crafting area, a flint knife is made. Although, calling this a knife is a bit of a stretch considering it’s just a piece of flint with a stick running through its middle.
“...I’m not gonna complain.” He begins cutting the grass around him at a painstakingly slow pace as each blade of grass takes several slashes to be properly cut, taking five entire minutes to harvest the required amount.
“Fucking finally…” He sighs as the last piece of grass is sucked into his inventory.
“Alright, let’s do this.” Grabbing another stick he sits down and opens said inventory, crafting a flitch hatchet.
“Is this a joke?” It was, in fact, not a joke. The “Hatchet” was nothing more then a piece of flint crudely slapped onto a stick, he isn’t entirely sure how it’s even staying together.
“Whatever man.” He sighs and head towards the tree he almost broke his hand at, only to stop himself midway through raising his hatchet.
“Wait, if this world isn’t running on proper Minecraft logic anymore, would cutting down a tree with my current gear be even worth it? I mean, I sure as hell cant process a wooden log into neat planks. I don’t even know how to properly cut down down a tree to begin with, I should’ve taken more outdoor classes this is insani-” His ranting is stopped as the grotesque sound of the many legs of a spider echoes through the peaceful forest.