Minecraft, as a fun game, takes on an interesting perspective.
What would you really do if you ended up in that situation? I don't really think you'd end up punching trees, crafting swords and defeating satan's minions.
You character has to be Guy Steel, as no ordinary joe could do this stuff. Your bare hands could not take down a tree, you couldn't craft a sword from a lump of iron and a stick of wood. So what if you take the perspective of your average joe, stranded on a deserted island? A story is made out of it.
So, without anything else to say..
I don't even know why I'm documenting this trip. I mean, it's not like anybody wants to read my "life's adventures". But, I guess I can do so much as explaining where the hell I am.
My name is Bill. My last name doesn't matter. I won the lottery, how lucky am I? Not so lucky. A couple of drinks, a few decisions and I'm on my first air ride. I'm as nervous as can be. I really figured out that this was a complete waste of money, not that I care, I'm filthy rich...But I hate flying, I now know this. I can't see anything because of this storm and it looks like I'm riding on this giant sea of angry clouds. It's at least five AM, I'm tired, grumpy and unsettled. The ride is bumpy, nothing is edible and the programming is crap. All I can do is talk to the moron sitting next to me, and frankly, he's not that appealing in conversations.
But I guess I can't complain, most people have to expect this. I still have to get to home, though. Don't want to miss Christmas. My wife will kill me. Five days...five days...
I awake in pain, my leg is killing me. It's cold, but I'm warm in certain areas. I keep hearing an engine rattle as if it's broken, or something. My vision is blurry, but I see sand and snow..
Sand and snow? I have landed already?! I don't remember getting off the plane!
But then, I notice that sound is coming from in front of me. It's a large white blur with fire coming out of th-
The realization shocked me like a thousand volts. I slept through a plane crash. I have bandages on my leg, it's not that painful, but it hurts. Where is everybody? Half of the freaking plane is missing, am I the only survivor? After coming to the conclusion of me being alone, I stand up. My leg is bruised, but that's it. I landed right next to the ocean. It looks like it's seven something AM. I can only hope I can find the rest of the people. Somebody had to pull me out of that plane.
So, guess what? It's snowing. Hard. It's like a freaking blizzard! Isn't this just great? Five days from Christmas and this is my present! What about my family? What about my kids and my job?! Joan must be worried sick.
I can only hope somebody knows I'm missing.
I can only hope..
It's probably around noon. I'm tired, hungry and bored as hell. The mainland of this island concludes of trees and rocks. This place would looks barren without the trees. Just the occasional chicken, or boar. None seem to mind me just passing through their home. I'm still scared, I know nothing about survival, I don't even know how to start a freaking fire! How the heck did my plane crash?! I just dosed off for a couple of minutes. And why did I have to survive?! I am a crappy person, nobody ever noticed me.
I'm just Bill...that guy.
There's a weird cave in the side of a mountain. At first it looked cool, but I've had my second doubts. The place is pitch black. I dug a hole through the wall, I let light in. The dirt is so soft..
So my newly crafted home is possibly the safest spot in the whole island right now. I set up a bed with a bunch of leaves and a dirt pillow. Might be uncomfortable, but it's not as bad as sleeping on the stone ground. This cave is just more of a large inlet in the side of a mountain. Just big enough for one guy. I need to think about what I'm going to do. I mean, I can't stay in this cave forever, a man has to eat!
So I just doze off. Not a worry in the world..saving that stress for tomorrow..
I wake up slightly happier than yesterday. Maybe I'm glad I'm just not dead, maybe I got good rest. I don't know. So first I need to find a rotten dead tree. Don't ask why, but I have an idea. Maybe I can knock it down (Longshot, I know.) and use the lumber from it to make some kind of tool. I don't see any dead trees. After hours of pointless exploring, I find a dead log in the ground. Just my luck. It falls over by the touch. I drag it straight back to my cave. Now to find a way to get some useful timber off of this. I took some vine fibers and tied a rock to a stick tightly. This could be an axe. So I strike it. Just a dent. I give a heavier strike, it splits open the wood, another strike and another..and another! A log splits off. It was tough wood, but hollow. Really, really useful. I can make somewhat of wooden planks for this, it could be used as a way to build some kind of house.
Now this may sound crazy, but not only this, but I could be able to make a tougher axe. I mean, I could use the plank, sharpen it with a rock, and find a way to drill a stick into it, and find an adhesive tough enough to keep it together. This way I can make more axes, and finally be able to cut down trees with ease.
Well, it doesn't look anything like an axe, but it did the job. Those trees got cut straight down. My home needed some improvement so I used some wooden boards and put siding on the walls by putting wooden "nails" through them into the wall. The soft rocks is disturbing but useful.
