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What's up minecraft! Teckhe here and I'm starting an ongoing story. This will be updated a lot, not to bump, but too add more parts of the story. The story is about a child who was told to play Minecraft, a game that I'm sure we all know. He got the game and this is his story.
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I went to my bedroom. My friend told me about this game called 'Minecraft' I've heard of it, along with at least thousands- hell, millions of people. I never liked it because the graphics and the game mechanics seemed crap to me. But then I thought to myself, "Why the hell not?"
I bought the game and started it up. The launch screen looked 'ok' It showed the update information and it gave you every other launch screen would give you. I logged in, and it gave me a small list of things I could go to: Singleplayer, Multiplayer, and Texture Packs. I started with singleplayer to just see what the actual was like. I spawned in a forest type biome. This is where my adventure began.

Chapter 1 'First Kill'

It was a warm day. Not so hot, and not so cold. Just warm. To get out of this forest, I walked forward. A beach was ahead of me.
The wet sand felt good on my feet. The scent of the ocean's water flew into my nose. It was a nice day but I had no food nor shelter for the night, which was bound to be scarce. I grabbed some wood from back at the forest and some stones that were set near the beach. With this, I tried to make an axe to chop some wood.
A few hours later, I had collected some lumber. Thus, I created a small cabin for the night. It was midday, and I had a crave for food. I was starving. Hard works leads to both bad and good things.
There plenty of cows and pigs around. I made a small knife with some stones and sticks.
As I crouched ever so quietly, I was unnoticed by the huge cow filled with tender meat. I took the knife and stabbed it right in the leg so it wouldn't run away. Crippled, the cow fell to the ground. It was still alive, but injured. I cut open it's stomach.
The warm gushing blood flowed out of the cow's like a river. This was my first kill.
Night was approaching slowly. These last twenty-four hours went by fast. I made a small fire pit to be warm inside of my small cabin. I placed the clean meat over the fire to roast it. The nice warm beef tasted amazing.
I had nowhere to sleep except the ground. It had to do.