The War Of Worlds

The Preparation

Steve awoke with a start seeing that everything was black and dark, but he remembered about the Zombies last night and how he hid in the mountain side.
"Rise and shine!" Steve said with a yawn "Today is a good day."
As Steve broke threw the layer of dirt that kept him safe from the night, and stepped outside.
His head swivelled around as he saw a vast forest, a stream glistening in the distence, in the other direction was mighty plains, homing wild horses, cows, pigs, chickens, and further on, was a ginormous jungle, trees stretched to the clouds.

"Ahh" he sighed, "Today, I'm going to prepare for the nights and the travel ahead, tomorrow at sunrise, I will journey to that jungle, and beyond."

He climbed down the rocky slope down to the forest to get wood.
As he was climbing down he felt his stomach gurgle, and quickly ate an apple.
In the forest he gathered a stack of wood and made heaps of planks.
As Steve was getting ready, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, a box with four lights around it.

"Careful" Steve whispered.

He crept up on the crate doing horrible ninja like moves to get to it.
As Steve was a couple of blocks away, he saw there was a whiteish-yellowish paper scribbled in black writing.

Steve,
This book in the Chest tells you all the recipies in the world of Minecraftia,
Use it well,
A friend

"This-this, person, put a "Chest" here to help me? I want to meet this guy." Steve said aloud.

As he opened the lid a faint unearthly creak came out of the chest.
At the bottom, was a leather book, apples, a stone sword, cake and a saddle.

"Hmmm" Steve wondered.

He picked up the items, the lights on a stick, or torches, and flipped to the first page of his book.

"Woah!" Steve said, "It's amazing!"

In the book was all the crafting methods and surviving skills, about animals, monsters and people's kingdoms.
Steve read the book as he walked home.
He made a tiny mine as soon as he got home and mined forty-one cobblestone, two iron ore and five coal.
Later on, he went to fish in the river and caught twelve fish.
Tired as Steve could be, he ran home to start to cook, smelt and craft his items that he produced and found.
In the end, he flopped down on his make shift bed, 2x2 dirt dug into the wall, placed a torch over his head, and read until his eye lids draped down over his eyes.

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