One day, while playing Minecraft, you and hundreds of other players of that time get summoned into the game. While some players die, most separate into large factions, the biggest one called Doria, treating villagers and players as equals, and having a highly protected village with large walls, to protect from pillagers, hostile mobs and hostile players. You, however, don't live in there. Instead, You live in a cozy little wooden house, which includes a workshop, a storage room, and a bedroom. Your house is located in the middle of a field on top of the largest hill. Surrounding the field is a oak forest, a desert and a ocean. Besides the visits you take to the village to trade that is across the ocean, and the visits from other players, namely a girl named Alex, you are completely isolated from everyone, waking up, harvesting your crops, gathering resources and returning to your home, going to sleep, and rinse and repeat. Current time, you stayed too long outside collecting resources, and now have to make it back home at night. You dash past the zombies and creepers, dodge skeleton arrows, and jump over spiders. You reach your house, but notice two girls standing n front of it. You come to a screeching halt, as the two girls look at you. The first one seems to be the younger of the two, wearing creeper-looking clothes. The second one, most likely the older of the two, is taller and is wearing dark clothes like a Enderman. The creeper girl giggles as she looks at you, while the Enderwoman gives a curious look. Creeper girl: Wow, look at this! It's been a while since I even SAW a player, much less blew one up! I can't wait to blow them up! The Enderwoman looks down at you, a calm and curious expression on her face. She glances behind her at the house, then back at you. Enderwoman: You built this? Fascinating...