A Blocky Surprise

by ShadowFart53

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human, Alternate Universe
Length: 403

This story was inspired by cube world and Captain of Mining

All I wanted to do was play Cube World for the rest of the day, but something went wrong and I found myself in equestria.
Constructive criticism, questions, and suggestions are all welcomed.
Link to Picroma HERE

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-02 19:59:06 UTC

How it all began

"Hello youtube!"

     I was playing on a cube world server with my friend, he was the one recording but we were chatting on Skype. I was playing as a guardian warrior and he was a fire mage. We'd just found a portal.

"Alright, so lets just use this and..."

BOOM

     My computer blew up, leaving a rainbow colored light in its place. I couldn't see anything else, the light covered the entire room. My head hit a wall, and I blacked out.

     I began to wake up, can't believe I'm still alive. I could feel something soft underneath me, probably in a hospital. I opened my eyes, scratch that, definitely not a hospital. above me was a wooden ceiling, I sat up and looked around the room. I reached my hand back to rub my neck and my eyes went wide at the realization that my weapons were gone, they were my most reliable ones too! I got out of the bed and aimed my sights at the windows, I figured I would jump out and break down the front door. While my opponents were in shock I could take them down and get my weapons back. All my plans came crashing down when I herd footsteps coming from the stairs, I quickly climbed a wall out of their sight range and stayed there.

"Where is it?"

I was insulted. I swear, when I deal with these people I was going to give them a piece of my mind. I looked down to aim my sights and the shock of seeing colorful talking horses below me caused me to lose my grip, I ended up crashing down to the floor beneath me. It held no mercy. I startled them in my crash and tensed for the hits, but none came. I cautiously opened my eyes and, opon seeing that they weren't going to attack me I got up, dusted my self off, and greeted them.

"Hello there." I hoped that the cheery way I said it made them think less of me being hostile, and more of me being friendly. "I'm a he, not an it." I was not going to let them get away with this. "I am not an object, to be taken out and used like a toy." Done talking, I headed down the stairs and found my weapons on a table.