THE HOLE

Chapter 1 THE AVERAGE DAY

It was a normal day in this little cubic world, people were geting wood to build houses, killing cows for food, or maybe just killing each other for the fun of it. Crafty loved this game like it was life. He ruled most world on this game like usual. Crafty went on a evening stroll to hunt down people and loot all there stuff like he always does.

It's been hours and he could've find a single person to slay with him magical sword. It was dark now and Crafty didn't ride his horse, Sally to battle so he had to walk the 100000000 block he had followed as a path. He walked past some tree and his weave got caught in some of the branches and it hurt him like a cow on a stake night. After a while Crafty figured out he was lost.Alone.In a really scary forest.

He did what every noob would do, And stacked up a few blocks to get a good view. There was nothing around but to zombies slapping each other with some chicken. After like 10 minutes of braking these block he threw them into a lava pit because he had no use for these disgrace in his inventory. Crafty didn't now what to do. He usually stays home and protect his home from other raiders trying to kill Sally. He panicked and ran threw the forest. He suddenly fell 15 blocks in a 4 by 4 hole surrounded with stone...