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Spawn

Around me is a flat world covered with grass and no more other than some mobs moving around. I feel that something terrible has happened, but I don't remember a thing, not a single thing. I feel like I was born right now, and most likely I am, but what perplexes me is my loneliness and boredom. I am never going to find a way out of this, this endless field. I walk for a long time, passing a sheep, a cow, a pig, a chicken or duck, whatever it is, a slimy cubic green creature,and to my greatest pleasure, I see something in the distance. I run fast, my breath coming deeper, my heart beating faster and I'm there. A smile forms on my face.I see many different blocks of different colors and patterns and chests filled with items. And then I see the odd one out, It is not a block like all the rest, it is a stick planted firmly in the ground with a rectangle on top, and black shapes marked on it, and I realize these are words, but I can't read, I can't read! I don't have any skills in this world, or any use. I am useless. I finally decided to settle down and figure out what the words are saying. After about an hour, I crack a code and I realize that the words are very unimportant, a waste of time. They said 'Because you are in a super flat world, there is no way of getting any resources, so here you have 5 of each item and block in minecraft.' At least I have a boost of help. I get a tool, labeled 'pick axe' that looks like a stick with a curved piece of a shiny material at the end, and I can see my face in it, I have beautiful violet eyes, not to brag of course, and and wavy golden curls. I try to find the use of this tool, maybe as a weapon, or just to look at yourself. I crash the pick axe into the ground and a shower of dirt emerging from the impact of the tool covers my face. I sigh. I shouldn't use one of my 5 water buckets for a harmless thing like dirt. I set my pick axe down. I look up in the sky and realize that the sun is still high, it's noon. I sink to the ground, leaning my back against the chest filled with items, burying my face into my knees, I close my eyes and think of a reassuring thought.
I open my eyes to the voice of growls. Around me, is an army of creatures, I wonder why they didn't appear earlier. I pick up my pick axe in case they aren't friendly and slowly walk towards a bloody green walking creature. At least I'm not alone. "Hey there! I'm_" I realize I don't know my name. I continue"What's your name?" As if in response to my question, it turns around and gives a loud growl and kicks my bite his bloody leg. Slowly, I swing my pick axe back and then with amazing force I bring it forward. It hits him in the face and he sinks to the ground disappearing in dust. The only thing left behind is a smelly,slimy, ugly, disgusting object left behind, labeled rotten flesh. Ugh, such disgusting items exist? Well, I thought my problem was gone, but it just started. There were many, tall black and teleporting, green and exploding, and ones with eight legs, I was in a disaster. I scream very loudly and all the mobs turn the other direction and casually walk away. Strange. I walk to the colorful pile of items and eventually find a wooden block with a soft block on top making it perfect for sleeping. I lay on it comfortably, and eventually doze off.