Minecraft Steve's Story

Minecraft: Being Steve

Hi. I am Steve. I do not remember anything, but in this notebook I will write my story.

For vast miles, it is seen through the top of the tallest tree that, in every direction, ocean borders the land. This little island feels like a prison. A prison where the only prisoners are nature and I. Trees, animals, sand, and dirt were the only materials available, and the only ones needed to achieve freedom. Wood allowed a boat to be built, and allowed for a two day voyage I am soon to embark on. This measly island is fascinating, it is rich in apple trees that drop saplings daily, which is why I know trees prevail any other plant in this place. The size of the island is so limited, I will last no more than a few days here. I am aware that escaping is my only choice. It is almost impossible to leave, because everything in this island is colorful, the trees are bright green, and the flowers could form a rainbow with all their different colors. The animals keep me company in this journey to insanity, for I am alone. Mr.Cow is my favorite companion, he always knows what to say, and when to say it.

I am far from departed now, I tried not looking back at Mr.Cow as I departed, but my head was fixed forward, as if I was unable to turn back even if I wanted to.

Weeks later, I am here, in a place that has a prodigious amount of land extending for miles. Steve Farms is the name of my current home, or so the sign reads next to the main gate. The more time I spend in this immense world of blocks, the more I feel as if I am not making my own decisions. My farm is made of bricks, I wanted wood...

I have learned some important techniques in this fight for survival, but I still feel as if it is not me learning this. A puppet is closer related to what I am feeling.

I have been standing here, staring into the forest. Movement is not possible, therefore I know now what I am. I am a puppet. To some real life decision-making soul out there. To control my every move is their job, in my fight for survival. The soul that was assigned to me makes good decisions, I am a lucky one. I play as them in this virtual world I call home.

When my soul wants me to eat, I eat, when they want me to fight, I fight. They choose where I go and what I do. This is what I must do.

Is that a cave I am headed to? I will go. How do I stop myself? I do not decide that. Even though I do not want it to end like this, it must. A zombie approaches. This is it...

Hi. I am Steve. I do not remember anything, but in this notebook I will write my story.