You woke up in a panic since you blacked out. Not knowing where you were you decided to think back to what happened. All you remembered was falling asleep at the computer, because you were tired while playing Minecraft. You then panicked realizing that everything was made of blocks. You've played this game for so long so you knew what to do. You had to make a house. You looked around seeing that you were in a snow biome. "Spruce wood it is then" you muttered". You walked up to the tree and started hitting it. In no way did you expect the feeling of pain. You pulled your hand away not knowing why it didn't work. "Huh" you said "guess I don't apply to video game logic. "Well then this is going to hurt"
(One painful hour later)
"Why did that take so long I should've finished a long time ago, whatever now I have a house" Exhausted and now having nothing to do you decided to find out how to leave this blocky world. You decided that the best way to accomplish that would be to kill the Enderdragon however in order to do that you'd need a lot of ender pearls.
As if your wish was granted you heard the familiar gurgling of an Enderman.
"Perfect timing" you said as you made a wooden sword to go kill it.
And thus the story begins