Adam was not having a good day. It has been an awful day comprising of a series of unfortunate events. He stubbed his toe on his way to the bathroom. His girlfriend broke up with him for his, now former, best friend. Then his car got a flat tire in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. And if that wasn't the fucking icing on the shitcake, the motherfucking aliens picked him to be a Player for their popularity contest.

Pieces of shit.

Which was how he ended up in his current situation, hungry, cold, and being chased by a sword-wielding skeleton with a square head.

If it wasn't obvious by now, the game he had picked was Minecraft. No potential plot to force him into any outrageous, no world ending plot. Just him, vast open land, and an easy time building his own shelter and living the farmer's life. Or at least that was the plan.

But of course, that wouldn't be interesting enough for the sadistic fucks would it? Nope, they had to make it so that the monster spawn rates and locations were retarded and they would have an "Adam Sense" or some shit. He couldn't sneak past them for crap and if he stayed in one place for too long then they would gather and mob him.

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He learned that the hard way when a zombie literally spawned on top of him during the first night. He learned the later when he got surrounded when he woke up. Thankfully there was a creeper amongst them. A tossed rock and an explosion later and he managed to hightail the hell away.

One thing he was thankful of was that the health mechanic was still roughly the same. Which meant that he wouldn't be crippled or killed by anything as long as he wasn't one shot or surrounded. As a bonus, it also meant that even with an arrow in his calf he could still run perfectly fine and only lost half a heart.

It hurt. A lot.

And he would've been more than happy to break the thing's legs like a chicken wing in return, but there was just one little problem.

Turning a peek back he narrowly avoided an arrow to the eye. He was not willing to test if insta-death would be a mechanic in this even if this world mimicked a game.

There as more than one of them. His brief glance revealed 8, 3 more than last time he checked. Thankfully they weren't that fast and their aim left much to be desired. The stun had barely risen and he had only left his cave half an hour ago. This was going to be a long day, he could already tell.

With that thought, he put on a burst of speed and tried to lose the crowd in the forest up ahead.

Why couldn't Minecraft be more kid friendly?? Goddamnit. CURSE YOU MARKUS PERSSON!