Minecraft: a Novel

Prologue

  My father always told me to stay inside at night. Avoid myths, stay out of trouble; as if he could talk. I suppose it takes one to know one. 

  The world of Minecraft is a scary place. Was, always will be. But it was esspecially dangerous back then. There were horrible creatures who wanted nothing more than to tear you apart limb by limb. And sometimes, these creatures were human.

  So in retrospect, I sort of wish I'd listened.

  First, let me introduce myself. My name used to be Steve, but now it's Gregor. Confused yet?

  When you're born, you're named Steve until you're four years old and then you choose your own name.

  Apparently we're all descended from the original Steve or something like that. At least, that's what they tell us in School.

  Anyways, Gregor was my grandfather's name. He died the day I was born, as my parents told me, so I thought it was only appropriate to name myself after him.

  My father worked as a miner, and people respected him around town. At first, I just thought that it was because he was a good person.

  But soon, you'll learn the real reason the way I did.