Prologueeeeee yayyyyyyyyyyyy :3

And for those who didn't see my earlier message: the character contest winners are Hipster_Kitteh, KiwiRobot, 0Game0Time0, and LizzaSorcerer. YOU WON DA HUNGER GAMEZ! To the peepz who didn't win: you all had great entries! But I wasn't looking for the overall "best" entries, I was looking for which ones would fit best with what I'm planning for the story. And don't worry, I have six more stories that I haven't started yet, and most of them will have another contest :D

Ok I shall write now :3

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Prologue:

>A very, very, VERYYY long time ago<

The man opened his eyes and sat up. He felt grass beneath him, and he saw a big tree towering above. The small island he awoke on was in the middle of nowhere, literally. It was in the sky, and the only other visible things away from the island were the rising sun and a few puffy clouds. He looked around his island and saw a chest. Beside the chest was a sign with a single word on it: "Survive."

>Some time after<

He survived, alright. He did more than surviving. He lived.

The island had become larger. There were small farms, monster spawners, and buildings for storage and other uses. But there was one thing missing in this lonely world in the sky. The man just couldn't put his finger on it.

One day, the man was extending his melon farm. As he built, he came to something he never thought he'd see. It was another island. It looked like the one he first woke up on years ago. The man hopped onto the island, and found a woman under the tree.

>Some more time after<

The man and woman survived up in the sky together. And eventually, they found more islands with more people, and those people helped to create a whole civilization, which they called Craftia.

Craftia thrived and grew and grew. They built homes, farms, spawners, and many other buildings and structures. No Craftians had a care in the world. They were all happy and they all enjoyed life without war, starvation, or any other problems.

Life was perfect.

>169 years later<

The Craftians had "perfect lives" up until 169 years after their civilization began. At that point, bad things started to happen. Crops and animals began to die off or just plain disappear. Water sources became contaminated or completely dry. Even people began to disappear or mysteriously die. And no one knew how or why any of this was happening.

All they knew was this needed to stop. But, how?

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And that concludes an extremely short prologue xD chapters will definitely be longer, at least I hope (sound familiar? I believe I said the same thing at the end of the prologue of "Into Minecraft" xD)