Our Beginings

Frostbiten Lake

A/N: sorry for not updating I sort of forgot about this story, and have been working hard on a few other projects ^-^'

My life was pretty good until I got stuck at the bottom of the lake. Being a snow golem was great, I got to wonder the tundra free of worries and have snowball fights with friends. But it turns out I can't swim so when I fell in the lake I sunk, and have been here ever since. Players come and laugh at me often throwing any assortment of things at me. That was when it happened, a player who was flying spawned a squid in my pumpkin head! How rude are they, and what's worse is the squid got stuck there. On and on never ending it rambled about butter and conquering the world. After maybe a week and a half, it's hard to tell under water with a squid in your skull between day and night my chunk loaded in weirdly. I spent a while feeling sick before I noticed what had happened to me and my surroundings. I was now a player, in form, and a lot of the blocks around me where merged in strange ways. I hurriedly tried to swim out of the lake, I need to leave the chunk quickly or I'm done for. My chunk has become corrupted and will be deleted at any time, as I make it out of the lake I run towards what I believe is north if it is than I should make it out in time. My lake is in a northern section of my chunk so it will be my fastest escape. As I run I here a sound I have only ever heard described in stories, a sound that every being in Minecraftia fears the horrible ripping sound of the world, or a part, being deleted. I run faster hoping that I will make it out alive, as the noise that horrible noise grows louder and louder.