Minecraft: A Pony's Tail

Explorer Torch woke with a start. He was lying on his back in a clearing of a forest, with a small pond directly next to him. His head was lying comfortably against a pillow, oddly enough.

He examined himself. He was a moderately sized Earth Pony with the resultant body. He had a light brown coat with uncut black hair, and a pixelated torch as his cutie mark. He looks into his brain, trying to find out how he got here, when he found absolutely nothing. All he knew was his name, some math, and several common things, like spelling and some basic science.

Finding nothing in his brain, an innate instinct told him to stand up. Frustrated at his lack of ability to do anything, he trotted over to a tree and kicked it with all his might.

To his surprise, the area of tree he hit, maybe a meter by meter area, dissappeared, leaving a cube-like representation maybe the size of a rubix cube. He picked up the small cube, and it dissappeared.

Again by innate thought, he pictured the cube in his hoof, and it appeared. Continuing this odd spree of instinct, while Explorer was slowly getting a grip on things, he imagined planks of wood. Suddenly, the cube turned into four blocks of wooden planks. Explorer blinked, surprised. It only looked like one plank in his hoof, but somehow, he KNEW it was four.

This time, using part innate ability and will, he thought; "A Crafting Table."

Suddenly, the four cubes of wooden planks turned into a single workbench-type item.

He slowly placed the table on the ground, and it grew to normal size, about a meter by meter square. He walked up to it, wondering what he could make, when he saw a notebook laying on it. It hadn't been their before. He opened it.

It contained dozens of recipes for different items, from swords to guns to furnaces to nuclear fusion reactor cores.

Explorer started simple.

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One house later...

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Explorer stood happily outside of his small wooden house. It was simple, with no lighting, but it would do.

Next he looked at his new-crafted wooden pickaxe. Time to mine.

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By the time he had his first furnace and had made a few torches from some coal, the sun was rapidly disappearing below the horizon. When the final streaks of sunlight disappeared, Torch felt an awed sense of dread. Quickly, he locked his door, and looked around his house. No bed. Looks like he was't going to get some sleep. Suddenly, he heard a low moan.

He turned, to see a grotesque, rotting face looking back at him. He took a step back as the zombie began to hit his door, attempting to bash it down.

Quickly, he ran over to his crafting table. A gun... too expensive. A bow...not the right materials. A stone sword...

"That'll work."

The door blew in, splinters flying as a trio of zombie's charged in.

The first one was impaled by Torch's mouth-held sword. That was followed up by a pair of stabs to the next zombie, throwing it up against the wall. The third zombie had it's head lopped off. The second, recovering from it's hits, was promptly kicked out of the glass-less window.

Then, an arrow streaked by, narrowly missing Torch's skull.

Skeletons. Of course, Skeletons. The skeletal unicorns held bows. More arrows streaked by.

Torch deftly blocked, the feeling coming instinctively. Suddenly, he heard a creak above him. He looked up, just as the huge spider dropped, impaling itself on his sword.

Torch pushed the abomination off his blade, only to feel an arrow enter his back knee. He was starting to really hate these guys.

He whipped around, throwing his sword, which blew straight through one of the skeletons heads. He charged and retrieved his weapon, only to find himself beset by the enemy. He hacked and slashed, and, when the last Zombie fell, he heard a small sound behind him.

Hisssssssss...

He was blow against a tree. He felt bones cracking. Grasping his broken ribs, he looked up, to see a tall black figure approaching. He knew not to look into the things eyes, but he did anyway.

He stared deeply into the things cruel purple eyes. Then, with the last of his strength, he drove his sword up to the monsters face.

The second it touched the beasts nose, It dissolved, blowing apart into billions of purple dots.

The enderpony then did the scariest thing it could've done. It smiled. An evil, soulless smile.

Just as Torch began to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a terrible scream, several plinks, and hoofbeats.

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Arid looked at the unconscious pony. He looked closer, wondering why so many monsters had tried to kill this one pony.

Then, he saw it. The clothes were his first hint. A miner. He was a miner. Well well well... Then, he saw the pony's facial features, and Arid physically took a step back.

It's him... Arid lifted Torch onto his back, and looked into the darkness, and he heard the howls of the pained enderpony from there. Time to go.