"Ughhhhh...." "What in the fuck just happened?"
Anon asked no one in particular. Anon turned to see a swirling... thing... behind him. He had hit his head quite hard so it would take time for him to remember what happened. "Holy shit...I just went through a portal to who knows where... awesome!"
Just to go over what he knew and to prove he wasn't a complete idiot, Anon was a VERY smart person and knew many ways to construct and de-construct many different advanced things, such as a computer, many kinds of guns, and many theoretical things, such as power armor, laser weapons, and AI(Sentient), because why the fuck not? He also had a very good grasp on physics, and anything breaking them had to have a reason to break them, as everything in the universe and anywhere else had to have a explanation.
Anon's first thoughts after this strange portal thing closed were, 'Where in the hell am I?'. Anon couldn't do much, but as he was, if this really was a new world or dimension or something, why could he not have powers? He tried to shoot fireballs, lightning, and even control the ground. But of course, the universe is cruel to him, and nothing happens. Well, if that didnt work, why not try to manipulate the world around him? He got up, and attemped to punch a tree. When his fist hit the tree, it formed cracks on the tree itself! Anon immediately thought of this as a blessing by the universe for all its fucking asshole times it went against him. Now, Anon was fine with the universe. Anon knew where this is from, as should everyone else. Minecraft! As Anon saw a use for his new powers, he continued to punch a tree. As he kept punching it, is started to form more cracks! And more! And more! and when the cracks reached the edge of the tree, part of the tree turned into a wooden log and turned into a miniature cube! Anon knew what he had to do now. PUNCH TREES.GET WOOD. GET TOOLS. BUILD AWESOME HOUSE. ADVENTURE. AND DO OTHER THINGS.
Anon was thinking as he punched a few more trees, 'What are the inhabitants of this land?', then he thought, 'How am i gonna use these logs?'. Anon tought of an inventory, and boom! Inventory! This was Amazing! Did he have mods as well? *pop* Look at that! A crafting guide! It seems he could choose any mod he wanted! The universe REALLY seemed to want to get back onto his good side so it could dick with him some more. This was great and all, but shouldn't he be doing something?
Oh right! He opened his inventory to turn the logs into planks and planks into a crafting table. Currently he had 20 planks and 1 crafting table. He put down the crafting table and turned 4 planks into 16 sticks and 2 sticks and 3 planks into and axe, a stick and 2 planks into a sword.
Anon broke the crafting table to take it with him, and thought he should get a feelin' for the land around him. He was able to climb up a tree to get a good look of where he was. He was in a large field on the edge of a thin forest area, and a village seemed to be up ahead.The village meant inhabitants. He didn't know if the inhabitants would chase him out at first sight, cower in fear, or try to eat him. It could only be one of those things and nothing else. But of course, he had to take in the other option, meaning they could be friendly, but he really doubted that.
Anon noticed something in the sky quite high up, so he decided to play it safe and stay behind some trees in the forest to avoid detection. From where he was it definitely had wings, and was blue. If Anon was going to see what the inhabitants were, he was going to need to approach the village sneakily. With his selected slot in the hotbar (He can switch through it with thinking about it) having nothing in it, he waited for an opportunity to go in on the zone. The shadows of it inhabitants were viewable, however not very well. The thing in the sky wasn't, from what he could see, facing him, and the inhabitants' shadows did not seem to face him either, so he decided to run. The village was about 100ft away. So it should be a low amount of oxygen loss. Anon was not anywhere near energetic, definitely not. He was your average run around the house and be nearly dead from lack of oxygen and energy kind of guy. But, he was the smartest you could get friend wise.
As Anon was sprinting, he was able to make out the shadows a bit easier. It looked much like a horse... no, definitely not, it was not even half his size and he was not a tall guy. Probably closer to a pony.
Anon's clothes probably hasn't been mentioned yet. He was in his favorite suit and he looked FANCY. With his dark clothing, hiding would be pretty easy as he could just watch from the shadows.
Anon was reaching the village now, and he could see they were VERY lacking in tech. Straw rooves?! Are you kidding me?! Anyway, in the middle of the small what now seemed to be town, was a GIANT. FRICKING. HOLLOWED OUT TREE FOR A HOUSE. WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM. Anyway, Anon could see the supposedly ponies now. They were as he thought. Ponies. Why universe why? He never liked anything similar to horses or horses. He'd be perfectly fine if it were cats, but why HORSES?! This must be why the universe gave him so many good things.
Anyway, the ponies must have amazing hearing to hear Anon quietly walking through alleyways. Actually he hit something... really hard... that felt like the equivalent to a iron wall. As a brave pony went to investigate, Anon, activating a mod (which is amazing by the way) made him much more agile permanently. To escape being found, he ran and jumped up onto a wall, jumped off of it, and grabbed a wooden beam to hang onto. The pony, seeing there was nothing there, walked away.
Whenever you find the definition of close, that moment will appear. As he was hanging from the gutter, it started to break. And it continued to break until it completely broke off and made Anon have to grasp the straw roof above him to stop himself from probably breaking his ankles. The straw was obviously not holding together, making Anon's hands slip every moment. As he thought quickly, he found a solution. He pushed off of the wall with his legs to jump to another wooden beam opposite the building he was hanging onto, to stand on and hopefully climb down. He successfully landed, and jumped from that beam to the one lower and opposite the building he was on, again and again until he reached the floor.
Now THAT, was a workout!
Anyway, after having a little bit of a mental breakdown in the alley, Anon decided it would be best to just run away and gather supplies. Waiting for the perfect time to run back to the forest, Anon took in his surroundings around the town. There seemed to be a mountain with a large city on it, which must be held by some REALLY good support beams.
Finding a good time to run to the forest again, Anon ran and formed a plan to get supplies and resources. Upon getting to the edge of the forest, Anon put his plan into motion. Dig dirt with hand. Find stone. Make Wood Pick. Putting down the crafting table, he took 3 wood planks and 2 sticks, he made a wooden pickaxe.
