For once there existed a man, a man by the name of Notch. Notch wanted to create life, so on the 1st day on Earth, he created light. But Notch was not done just yet, for he spoke again on the second day and said, "let there be ground" and for there was ground, blocky ground, ground made of stone, deep-slate, minerals and dirt.

Notch was displeased still. He wanted to be entertained, entertained by the most unique of creations.

And so, on the 3rd day, Notch said, "let there be water" and there was water, from singular pools that flowed deep in caves to vast oceans that went beyond what the eye could see.

Still displeased, on the 4th day, Notch said "let there be animals and unique creatures with limited intelligence" and there was. Life sprawled, from tiny bats to giant Ender dragons, life on Minecraftia was starting to look brilliant. But Notch still had not finished with his project.

On the 5th, and final day, Notch said, "let there be a human who would look after my creations" and there was. A man, by the name of Steve, was brought into the world with nothing but his two bare hands and superhuman abilities to carry vasts amounts of items. But Steve was nothing but a blip in the world, and a blip that lacked experience and knowledge of his surroundings.

Steve would find that with his fists, he could break and utilise the blocks around him. He would. With his immortality, and ability to re-spawn multiple times without fail, Steve would conquer Minecraftia. There was a glaring problem however. Steve, knew not of his creator, and was alone. The NPC Villagers he would enslave were simple creatures. With the only ability to walk, talk gibberish and trade items, he had no companions. No one to share his vast glory. He also did not decay. He was cursed to say the least. With no companions and no God to turn to, Steve would grow to find that he had no purpose, no meaning. What was it all for? He asked himself. Who am I doing this for? Myself? I am satisfied! He would shout. Steve was more than cursed. He was in hell. With no more challenges to face, no more ideas to form into creations, and no one to seek to for company, Steve was, without a doubt, in something worse than hell... and his fate, was sealed for all eternity.