The Timelord meets Minecraft

Chapter 1: Introduction

My name is Jackson Smith. I am a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kastaborous. I am 350 years old and the last of my kind. The Timelords were destroyed in the last great Time War. I tried to avoid the Time War for as long as possible, but in the end I couldn't just abandon my people. I only fought on the Final Day, but I saw more bloodshed than every war in history combined. I was only twelve when I lost my home. The next year, I lost my best friend, a parallel version of myself (it still counts as only one me). I inherited the planet that he owned: the planet Bob (long story). There were only three survivors. Me (two other versions of me), The Master, and The Doctor. The Master burned up the last of his life-force, and I haven't heard from The Doctor in years. The only thing I have left of Gallifrey is my T.A.R.D.I.S., and it wasn't even grown on Gallifrey. Heck, it wasn't even grown at all. It was built on a parallel version of Earth by my two friends, one of them now dead. He died at the age of 22,000. He was the oldest of the three of us. Anyways, when I was about 300 or so, I met a very nice person. I won't say names, because she doesn't want to be mentioned. I gave her some vacation time on Bob, so I can do what I want. I'm definitely not sleeping, I don't need to sleep. I think I last slept about a month ago. Anyways, back to the story. While I was flying my T.A.R.D.I.S., I had the brilliant idea to turn off the T.A.R.D.I.S. shields while in the Time Vortex. It didn't end very well. The T.A.R.D.I.S. crashed almost immediately. The console was sparking, the chairs were knocked over, the monitors were going crazy, it was chaos. Even the doors to my secondary console room were going crazy. I also electrocuted myself on the console. I was only barely able to keep the T.A.R.D.I.S. alive long enough to land. But when I stepped out of the T.A.R.D.I.S., what I saw was not what I expected.