Game Hacked: TheBajanCanadian Story & The Pack

Ch. One

Mitch's P.O.V
Day One
Mitch opens his eyes and closing them instantly as sunlight hits his face. Right there he realized the problem of how he got outside when he was inside. Mitch lifts his hand to block the sunlight as he opens his eyes. His eyes quickly adjust but also he feels grass and hears animals near him. Mitch sits up slowly feeling some pain in his body. He looks at his hands.

If this is Jerome pranking me, he outdid himself. Mitch thought to himself.

He sees him wearing the same clothes as his minecraft character but in human form. Mitch looks up slightly seeing tall trees that reach the skies with vines hanging off of them and leaves coating the ground almost everywhere. Mitch slowly stands up looking around wondering what is going on just as a robot comes flying in and a black satchel appears on him with the end against his right leg. The flying robot is a small robot with little metal arms stops a few inches from Mitch.

"Welcome Player BajanCanadian to Minecraftia. Status of Player: Solo Player. Class Selected: The Black Archer Class. Players in game: 500 out of 500. Day one. If you die in this game, you die in real life." The robot said. The robot flies away. Mitch looks at the side a little.

"Well that was no help at all." He said quietly. Mitch pulls up his hood and starts walking. He would be panicking and upset about this like most players are, but he knows panicking would just waste time. He climbs the vines of a tree and reaches the top. He finds a place to hide and opens the bag looking inside. Inside the bag is some food, a knife, some rope, a compass, some paper and a pencil, and money. Mitch looks up and through the leaves to see the sun pass it's halfway point in the sky. Mitch feels something weird in the bag and pulls it out. It's what would look like a card that a business owner would give you but it's completely blank. A small blue figure appears suddenly on the card.

"Player BajanCanadian. You are among the lucky amount to play the annual game in Minecraftia. Like Minecraft but not. Minecraftia was based on real life in the medieval times with some technology advances. You cannot leave, you cannot wake up in your real body. For this is an experiment, I will personal let you go once you complete the following task. To be the last one standing out of 500. Each player has this task and most have accepted and most probably didn't. I helped create this world, I can control it in any way I want. If you die in this game, you die in real life. Yes your real body is still living, just as a empty shell. I never had the Black Archer class before, but I made that for you. Only you. Each class, you can acquire special abilities in each, yours are unique to only you. So if I were you, just say your in the Archer Class. Your higher then the Archer Class, more skilled. Your skills in Minecraft transported to your genetic code. Yes your very good with a bow. But that is if you can survive to the very end. Do not lose this card. It's your key to almost everything in this...experiment." The figure said. The figure disappears and Mitch stares blankly at the card for a few moments.

"What the hell?" He asks. He puts the card in his jean pocket as he hears voices. He puts the satchel back around his shoulder and looks at the jungle floor seeing a few players. They are talking to each other like they are friends or something. They strike to Mitch as laid back and dangerous at the same time. They have been working on stuff for sure. They have weapons and more stuff. But what stands out is each of them have a crest on them.

A guild. He thinks to himself. It's only the first day and people have already made guilds.

Mitch watches as they leave. He crawls out of his hiding spot and looks around seeing tree tops and a vast meadow ahead that has a few stray trees here and there. Mitch crouches down a little and smiles slightly.

Well if I'm gonna survive. I better not screw around and get started. For my friends sake. He thinks to himself.