Welcome! Here, this begins a MINECRAFT STORY! I couldn't think of anything, and i wanted people, so this is the Mob-Talker Mod. So, yeah, I don't know why you're still reading this, but I'll keep telling you junk. For the creepers, when they make that "Sssss" sound, and explode, they're not dead! And you already know everything else, and the zombies don't burn in the light, they aren't morning people.

                                   --Beginning the Journey--


     Inside the world of Minecraft, lies something bigger than Earth, or Space. Vast lands of grass, sea, sand, jungles, or grass-lands, with the cows, pigs, chickens, and the dark ones. Creepers, Skeletons, Zombies, Spiders, the skeleton's on spiders, and Endermen. From the description of others, Creepers are tall, rectangular shaped green monsters with 4 legs. They will blow up if you're close enough. Skeletons are skeletons, duh. But with bows. Zombies are just like zombies. Spiders attack at night, harmless in the day, unless attacked. Both re deadly together, and Endermen....something you don't wanna look at directly, they will attack you, and are fast, and hard to kill, weakness is water.

     Here, in a large forest with spacious green fields, and trees of Oak, lies one man. He's an average height, not very muscular, only enough to get jobs done. Dark blue, with black, long, spikey hair, wearing a black shirt, with jeans. Name: Aaron. Age: 21. Capabilities: Fighting and construction. He lies on the ground, his eyes closed for about 5 minutes, before opening. Dark brown eyes, looking up at the luscious sky. He sits up, holding his head.

     "Aug...dang, what happened?" He asks, aloud. Looking around, he considers himself lost. "Hmm...well, I can tell there's no point in walking home...guess I have to wonder, I don't know where the hell I am." He stands up, and starts walking East. Looking up, he notices the Sun, in the center of the sky. "Hmm..about noon. 12:30 I'm guessing." He sais. walking along tree's, he notices something odd. A fine line, dividing each individual log. He grips a fist, and wonders if it'll go out. He punches the tree, and to his surprise, no pain.

     After punching it a few times, the log appears to be small. He takes one step, and it disappears. He feels in his pocket, to find it right there. Confused, he looks at the tree, dumbfounded that it's still standing. He doesn't hesitate to take down the rest of the tree. Saplings fall from it, and he collects them. gripping his fist in victory, he stands on a rock, and punches the air, only for his head to be hit by an apple. He takes it, and puts it away.

     He takes out the tiny logs. He holds it in one hand, and in the other, are tiny, 4 small blocks of planks. He takes the planks, and only has 4 logs left. After that, he takes the 4 planks, and puts them like a square is his hand, in the other, is a crafting table. He takes it, and he  puts it in his hand, and throws it on the ground, only for it to become big, and in the spot. The shock causes him to fall.

     "I don't know where the hell I am....but this is frickin' awesome." He sais, with anticipation his is voice. He makes one other log into 4 planks, with 3 logs remaining. He stacks them, and gets sticks. He takes 4, leaving him with 3 planks. He makes a wooden sword. Leaving him with one plank, and 3 sticks. He then makes a shovel, leavening him with only 1 stick. "Alright, maybe I'll make something else. He takes the rest of the logs into planks, and makes a pick-axe. He looks over to his far left, to see mountains and hills. Putting everything up, besides the pick-axe and sword, he rushes over.

     He puts the sword away, it shrinks, and places it in his pocket. He raises his pick-axe and strikes down on a rock. He does this several times, and a cubed shape of cobblestone comes out. He continues to do so till the pick runs out. He finds coal, but doesn't know what to do with it. While reaching in his pocket, he grabbed the sicks, stacked the two, and made a torch. He smiled with happiness, and placed them away. The pick was destroyed on his last rock. It fell apart in his hands.

     Wiping his head in sweat, he feels proud of himself. He goes back over to his crafting table, and puts it away. He looks into the sky, his brown eyes, reflecting the sun's Orange rays. "It's getting dark....I should make shelter." He sais. With little time, he collects logs, and makes planks. He makes a small square house, with holes for windows, and an open doorway. After making the roof, it has became dark out. Finishing up with a door, he closes it, and smacks his hands. "Best house I've ever made, looks like I made myself a work of art." He sais.

    He places a torch inside to light it up, and a few out. He starts to hear some noises, and looks behind. He see's a spider. Not you're small, typical spider, no, this was huge, black, with red eyes. It started to charge at him, the 3 foot tall spider, he pulls out his sword, and slashes it. It only stunned it, it flew to the ground, and came back up to attack.

    It charged straight at him, he dodged without hesitation. It smacked his house, and took out some blocks. With it dizzy, he finished it off by removing it's head. No blood was shed, and it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Left-over was it's wed, and it's eye. He stored it away. His sword was almost gone. it became soft. Hearing moans and more noises, he quickly fled into his house, crafting another sword of wood. Only to find something out his window...