The Test-Minecraft

Selection

I had been waiting for about a day now. Currently we have not seen any of the other mobs, but that was normal, as they had their own Tests during the same time in their separate civilisations. We are one of the lucky ones, given that there were no other villages around the world, although it made poor trading and crap. As I dozed off like I always do during these specific moments-hint hint-I heard a scream. I looked towards the direction of the portal to see an Echanter-Enchanter without an "n". (Those ones with purple robes which you call priests. I can't make of your deranged language for long)-standing in the golden portal. As we watched, silver particles flew out of the portal and the flame burned blue. Like we all did when one was selected, we knelt.

As I examined the guy, I saw that he was the most hated Echanter in the district. He was a grumpy, proud villager who never hesitates to show off when ever he gets something. Even an emerald. I mean, how dense is he to be so happy when you find an emerald? It's not like you went into the mountains to get one. We all call him Detard-Dense and Retard-although his real name is Hancher. Sounds suspiciously like a cross between a baked potato and a cooked chicken.

We were all albeit reluctant to chant our prayers to bless him on his Test. Generally, this was a large village of 23 houses, and we are building more each day. And still, our vast population of 93 recognised the conceited Echanter. Out of respect we chanted and waved him goodbye..Our arms do not stick together like those horrible Saled ones. It feels so awkward. One way to find out if a Player had come was if your arms suddenly stick together.

Before we knew it, Hancher was gone. We continued with our selection process.

()()()()()()()();););););););););)()()()()()()()()(););););););););););)FUUUUU

Ignore those signs.

About a day, approximately 20 minutes, have passed since Hancher's selection. We have seen off another two more villagers-A Wielder and a Breind-had been selected. And again, they are Blacksmiths and Farmers respectively. Your language is too long.

Well, I have not really told you my class. I am an Echanter too. That is why I interact so much with that Hancher. Horrible. However, being an Echanter has its advantages. All the equipment we use glows to our own liking. We help to upgrade other tools for other villagers for their benefit for extensive amounts of emerald-3 at least. One who is poor enough has to fare with a normal poor wooden tool.

It's going to be my turn soon. Sheesh, my own paper has crumpled to a million creases already, I'm wondering how the other ones have theirs so clean. I wish I could enchant my paper to be never crumpled, but that sadly never works.

It was my turn. I stacked up my paper and watch it float into the fire. Then I stepped into the portal.

Never felt more amazing. Sure, it was an annual experience. I felt the coolness of the liquid like gold flow around me. Actually, I never came for the chance to be a Player, but for the feel. I watched my vision turn gold, and silver particles flying out-WAIT, silver particles? I turned abruptly to see the fire turning blue and everybody kneeling. Dread crept up, yes dread, not excitement. I was never ready for this. I was going to scream "FUUUU" when the whole world turned golden.