Manecraft: The End Adventure!

In the lowly silence of a block filled world, the darkness of night covered all, all was cast over by shadow and the bright colours of day dimmed. Through the open patches of a thick block forest, a creature runs fast, ducking and weaving around the block trees trying to get through to his destination.

The creature seemed to be in the shape of blocks, the same as the world around him. His body was a rectangular shape with his legs and arms rectangles as well; they were slightly less thick, but just as long, his head was a square shape, wider than his body from the front to back.

The creature had dark brown hair and blue eyes, with a light blue shirt un-tucked on the left hand; he also wore a pair of blue jeans and grey shoes.

As the creature continues to run, he was panting, trying to catch what breath he could. He stopped but a moment behind a nearby tree that was the same thickness as him, trying to conceal his presence. He held one of his blocky hands to his blocky body gasping for air.

Tilting his block head around to see is anything was behind him, he saw nothing however, just various block trees and randomly placed blocks that formed the landscape of this world, everything around was a block, and even the clouds above were various blocks formed together but still operating like a normal cloud would.

“I think,” Began the creature to himself, gasping for air in the process, “I think I lost them.” The creature closed his eyes in realization that he was safe for now and gave out a sigh of relief.

Through the silence came an arrow that struck the tree that the creature was resting against, nearly hitting him if it were a few inches lower. The creature gave out a short yelp in shock and looked to where the arrow came from.

In front of him a few meters away, a similar looking creature was facing him, however this new adversary wore no cloths, nor did it have hair or eyes, but the key point was the distinct lack of skin and organs, a block shaped Skeleton. It held in its right had a block shaped bow, as it prepared to fire another arrow.

“Why did I have to say that?” asked the creature to itself as yet another arrow crossed his path, this time hitting closer to where he was standing, it would of hit if he hadn't of dodged.

The creature broke out into a run once more to escape the Skeleton, as he once more ran passed tree upon block tree, hoping over random dirt blocks to escape quicker. Continuing to run, he stopped as another figure stood not too far away from him.

This new creature wore the exact same clothing, but was different in one aspect, were the first creature had pale skin; this one’s skin was green, rotten and decayed, a walking block corpse, like a Zombie. Its arms extended outward, seeking for soothing to grab onto. The first creature was able to bypass this Zombie like block monster and continue in his sprint before coming to a clearing. No trees were past this point, only various block dirt piles covered in grass, and a tall grey stoned mountain.

However within this mountain was a small, wooden block shaped door, applied into the mountain, this is where the creature was running to. He didn't stop running after seeing his goal but mere meters away from him.

“Yes,” he said with gasping breath as he didn't stop running, “I’m gonna make it.” He began to speed up slightly as he got closer and closer to the door.

Arrows continued to fall around him as they missed their target, this didn't stop him however. He allowed himself a quick glance backwards to see what was following him now. A large collection of creatures completely identical to the ones he encountered in the forest emerged from the trees, moving ever closer towards him.

Finally the door was in sight, as the creature threw the door open and slammed it behind himself, and with quick succession he turned to face the door. out of the four little holes in the top, he could see the large host of other creatures approaching, Skeletons and Zombies.

In a panic, the creature seemed to summon a small singular block of dirt from nowhere, was this some form of magic, that he could create blocks at will, or was there something more to it. More stranger than that was when the creature placed it on the floor, it grew in a size, the same size as the creatures head, but for only showing that he had one in his hand, the creature had placed two, one on top of the other, yet he still had that small block of dirt in his hand.

The creature gave out a sigh of relief; he knew he was safe this time.

“Note to self,” he began to monologue to himself, “Don’t mine at night Steve.” He turned around to see his small little layout of a settlement.

Mined out from the wall was an area about seven blocks in width and six blocks in length, it was also three blocks high, quite spacious for a small keep. Inside was a collection of strange looking objects, a wooden block in the form of some kind of work desk, next to it was a stone block to look the part of an oven or furnace, and on the other side was a two block long bed, the perfect size for him, next to that was some form of box or chest even the same length as the bed, finishing off with various torches to light up the room.

“What a day.” Steve said to himself as he climbed into his bed.

Outside the door, the large collection of Skeletons and Zombies patrolled the grounds, waiting for their pray to revile themselves. From the forest however, one presence still remained, it hid behind a tree, trying to conceal its presence.

Behind it was a smaller collection of Skeletons; they too watched the door with this strange presence.

“When will you admit defeat?” began the strange figure, “What are you trying to prove anymore?” The strange figure poked his head further out from the tree, reviling his bright, luminous eyes that glowed white. “Make my words Steve, your days in The Overworld, are numbered.”