(ALL CREDIT FOR ART, VIDEOS, CANON LORE, etc. GOES TO THEIR ORIGINAL OWNERS!!!! I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!!!!!)
After another miserable day of being bullied by your classmates and teachers for being a game nerd, and a bit of Terran gameplay, you cry yourself to sleep in your bed.
Only to wake up and find yourself laying on the hillside, under a beautiful blue sky, while next to a dirt road. What's more, you're fully equipped with a prototype set of new Terran stealth armor with experimental nanotech. It's nothing like what the Terrans have thought up of, but it seems to be a hybrid of Ghost and Spectre gear in its core.
Not only your gear, but you also have an experimental gauss rifle with infinite ammo, a suppressor feature, and a psionic security system. Along with a Terran revolver with a bayonet feature and a combat knife that's a little bigger than the standard. Both with the same security feature.
But most important of all, you have no food and water, much less a source of income.
With nothing else to do, you get on your feet and take a look at the world around you.
You have embarked on a journey.
The question is, where will it take you, soldier?
Your mission: Survive, Thrive, Explore.
A man with little recollection of his past wakes up on a breathtaking but unsettling beach. He meets a woman when she almost dies next to him in a cave. It's a lonely world out there, and these two wayward souls have to discover it, and who there are.
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This is an experiment for me. I wanted to try my hand at some creative writing, and I thought Minecraft fanfiction would be a good foyer into online writing spaces. I am not an avid reader of Wattpad stories or fanfiction in general, so I have no expectation for the material I am producing to be aligned with the reading interests of anyone on this platform, however: I am excited to be able to anonymously share a niche of mine that I haven't had the chance to develop until now, regardless of its reception.
Nvm this shit is corny as hell, and I wish that I was writing it as a joke but some horrible, gross part of me has an addiction to the process.