From The First Spawn

PROLOGUE:

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Josh's point of view

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" That was the sound that nearly killed me in the morning. From pure and utter, just-woke-up-and-I'm-friggin'-confused fear. Fear from the doleks. Ok, one dolek. My dolek alarm clock. I jumped out of my comfy, warm, and did-I-mention-comfy-? bed. I landed on my cold, hardwood floor with my legs apart. My body in a karate stance, my hands in a defensive position.

"Halt you imperial dolek scum! Halt in the name of the Doctor!" Yeah... pretty embarrassing. But hey! Give me some slack, I just woke up!

I shook the sleep from my head and realized the sound was my alarm clock. Yes... I finally realized I had challenged an alarm clock. Yes an alarm clock. Thank god no one saw me.

I shuffled over to the point of my room where all my clothes lay on the ground. Ok not all of them but most of them. I grabbed a random shirt and a pair of jeans from the pile. I sniffed them to make sure they were still clean. Eh... their good enough. But then again, anything that dosen't smell like rotting zombies that swam in mold in the depths of tartauris, and then took a shower in piss and dog shit is good enough for me.

I pulled on the clothes and shuffled to the door of my bedroom. God, I really, really hate Monday's. They are like some bozo who controls the universe went,

"Oh, they suffer alot from pain, heartbreak, and drama. How about we give them a day where everything goes wrong? Oh, I know! It will happen every week. Dosen't that sound fucking marvelous?! "

Even the name Monday sounds horrible. I mean, it has the word mon in it. I mean there are good words out there that have the word mon in it. Like money for example. Money is a good word, heck, it's even a great word! So wouldn't it make sense, just a little bit of sense, if Monday's weren't so you know, god awefull??

Ok, rant is over. Zen mode Josh, think peaceful thoughts. Anyway, I really hate Monday's. Enough said.

I wandered downstairs and into the dimly lit kitchen. I grabbed a poptart from the cabinet and popped them into the toaster. As I was impatiently waiting, i grabbed my laptop from the kitchen table and powered it on. My black hair fell over my face as i watched my laptop flicker to life.

I drummed the tabletop with my fingers impatiently. Dum, dum... dum, dum... hurry up... hurry up. Just as my laptop powered on, the toaster dinged, sending the instinctual call to the hunt, i.e; the shuffling walk to the toaster. It's not as dangerous as the hunt for wild lions but still pretty dangerous. After all, a guy can die from hunger.

When I was heading back from successfully hunting my "prey" I took a quick stop at my room to grab my black and blue headphones, munching on a smore's poptart. God, poptarts are soooo good!

I wandered back over to my laptop and plugged in my headphones, and put them on. They have a built in mic, which is really awesome when I'm gaming on muti-player. I took a quick glance at the wall clock and saw that I had roughly two hours before I had to head to the torture chamber, i.e; tartauris, i.e; high school.

I logged in and opened up this new game that I had installed on Saturday. Oh, lovely Saturday... where art thou Saturday?

Anyway, the game was called Minecraft, and from what I've heard on gaming sites and youtube (children, youtube is a wonderful way to learn and procrastinate. Feel free to use and worship it 24/7) it's a pretty good game.

Minecraft opened up and some options appeared. Creat new world or join server? Hmmm.... which to choose... which to choose? I finally gave in to my multi-player server love *cough* addiction *cough, cough* and clicked on join server.

A list of servers appeared and I clicked on a random one. For some reason, I really love randomness (is that even a word). Sometimes I can't help but wonder... am I the only out there who lives their life on randomness? Probably not.

The server that I clicked on was called budder world, and it only had 10 players, or users, on. What a great way to start a game? By the way, I couldn't help but wonder. What the hell is budder?

After the world stopped loading, I finally reallized why it was called budder world. The graphics were all in block shapes but that didn't matter, I knew my eyes would get used to it. The point is, everything, and I mean everything on that server was made from gold. And the gold seriously looked a hell of alot like butter.

I decided to not be shy and introduce myself, after all, maybe someone could help me get the hang of this game. You know, the lay of the land, the feel of the controls. Whatever, never mind, I'm weird.

"Hey everyon-" I started to say into the mic when all of the sudden I heard the most beautiful sound ever thorugh my headphones. The sound that would change me, and my gaming life forever.

"Will someone please just help me! I'm being chased by a hoard of about two dozen creepers! God! I'll even give you my diamonds!"

I didn't really care about the diamonds. All I cared about was that voice. A girl's voice.

Oh, shit. I'm in love.