I just decided the randomly write because I was bored, and uh... this happened. The bright sun was backed by a clear, blue sky. Heat was stretched heavily across this minecraft server. Being illuminated was the scene of a player crunching through the grass, looking desperately for some animals to start up his farm. He had the weathered look of a warrior, but wore only leather armor besides his chestplate of iron. As exhausted as he was, he was about to take a rest when he happened upon a player staring down into a ravine, looking confused. He wielded no weapon and wore no armor; when you looked at him, you realized just where that ragged look came from; it was, in fact, the default skin known as a Steve skin. Realization dawned upon our warrior's face as the player pleaded him, "Can you show me how to mine? I can't find any ore...." while looking down upon multiple coal ores, then turning to the warrior. The player, instead of choosing another path, rudely replied, "Noob, get your own server. Go with the other players of your kind; only pros are allowed here. You like pzza, don't you?" But the Steve skin didn't do that. He further asked the warrior for help, "Ple-" but was quickly cut off once the player before him swiftly punched into the "Noob" 's unarmored chest, causing him to jerk back are fall into the depths of the ravine. A sickening thud was heard, and the player who had done the deed smirked and said to himself, "He deserved it. " The sunlight was fading, revealing the inky darkness of night. A crescent moon showed itself above the hills which backed up the warrior's house. Its owner was crossing the trickle that was a river that the house was protected by. The other owner of this mostly-oak house was currently awaiting the warriors return in bed- he was done for the day. "Hey," The warrior called to upon entering through the single, protective iron door, "You asleep?". "No" His friend replied, "Just got here. What'd you do today?" "Well, I found this noob- I showed him to the right direction, though..." He replied as he walked into his friend's room. Suddenly, the eyes of the second owner of the house had turned ruby red. In a voice that was anything but his own, he said, "You shouldn't have done that..." The warrior looked around and, quite confused, he simply asked, "WHAT?". However, he had gotten more confusion back, "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything...." Followed by a, "Nevermind.". With that memory fresh in his mind, the warrior walked across the hall to his own room, and plopped into bed for a restless onslaught of guilt-filled thoughts, making him toss and turn until he miraculously woke up. His eyes snapped open to a blurry image... he felt as if he was underwater.. and found he was correct. His lungs were screaming for air, the rest of his body heavy as lead as a voice he didn't recognize told him something in a strange barely-whisper that just mumbled to him. He urged himself to move, but nothing happened... he was about to surrender to death when his eyes REALLY opened. He was sweating like he'd ran a marathon. What woke me up? He wondered, It's the middle of the night. The window revealed this to him. The same window showed a growing web of cracks... bigger it became as the warrior, frozen in fear, just watched. When the weak window finally gave way, A flash of shadows had raced through the air, striking him and leaving him quite confused as it broke through his door as if it were straw, and headed toward his friend's room. "AARON!" He called out to alert his friend, but a pain-filled cry of, "KEN! HELP!" alerted him that... he was too late. This is part one. *** FIXING THE FORMATTING, I MADE THIS IN NOTEPAD***
