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  Diary of a Minecrafter is an unofficial Minecraft Adventure Book and is an original work of fan fiction that is not associated with Minecraft or Mojang/Notch. It is an unofficial work and is not sanctioned nor has it been approved by the makers of Minecraft.

  This Minecraft Adventure Book is entirely a work of fiction.

  The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental and all the characteristics of any players mention are completely fabricated and are a figment of the author's imagination.

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  Saturday

  It's almost here, selection day! I have dreamt of this day for almost 12 years and it's so close. I cannot believe that tomorrow I could be selected to attend the legendary School of Minecraft. Oh please Notch, pick me, please. Anyway, mom says I need to sleep, yeah right, as if that's going to happen! I'm so excited there is no way I am sleeping tonight.

  She just does not get it, but I guess it's not her fault. No one from her family has ever been chosen to go to the School of Minecraft, so she does not think that I will be chosen either. Oh, don't get me wrong, plenty of her family were chosen to go to the Overworld BS, but none since.

  What? Oh, ok mom, I'll try. That was mom and she says if I'm going to keep a journal then I need to explain myself better, so if someone other than Avatars read it then they will understand.

  Right, I'll try to explain. My name is Jeb, and I am eleven and three quarters. I am an Avatar and I live in Noobsville, a small village on the world of Minecraftia. We, the Avatars, are a blocky race of people who worship the God Of Minecraft. Oh yeah, just is case you don't know him, DUH, like that's a possibility, his name is Notch.

  For many years we have been selected at random to travel to the Overworld and battle against monsters, searching for riches and glory but no one had ever survived, before Steve. Yeah, that's how we talk, BS - Before Steve and AS - After Steve.

  Anyway, Steve is everyone's hero here on Minecraftia, and one day I'm going to be just like him.

  Who is Steve? You are kidding right. Steve is like the greatest Avatar that ever lived. He changed everything on Minecraftia, the way we live, the way we think, I mean everything.

  Ok, ok, I promised I would explain, so here goes. Like I said, each year at the choosing ceremony, Avatars were chosen at random to go to the Overworld. It was a great honor to be chosen but it also meant certain death. No one had ever survived until Steve was chosen. They say he was nothing special, just a normal Avatar, chosen by Notch to adventure on the Overworld, but he was special - he survived.

  For many years he was gone, presumed dead like all the others before him, but one glorious day - Steve Day, he returned through a portal. Yeah, weird huh, we did not even know portals existed until, poof, one day Steve stepped through one and changed everything we believed in.

  He told how strange and dangerous the Overworld is, but he also explained that it is possible to survive if you learn the rules. For years he had battled mobs - that's what he called the monsters - mined for treasure and built wonderful structures that defied gravity and then one day he discovered a portal that brought him home. He decided then and there to build a School, limit the selection process to those aged between fifteen and twenty five, and teach all Avatars that are selected at the Choosing Ceremony how to survive.

  But how can I go to the School of Minecraft, I'm not old enough? Yeah, I guess I glossed over that small detail. Every year, thirty lucky Avatars are chosen from our village to attend the School of Minecraft, BUT, and this is the important bit, there is one extra place this year as it is a leap year and that person is chosen from the WHOLE POPULATION. That means I'm eligible,

  The down side is, if I don't get chosen on Sunday I will have to wait another four years before I get another chance. So that's why I'm so excited, I'm praying I will be chosen tomorrow, to attend the School of Minecraft.

  Sunday

  The Choosing Ceremony

  Arrghh, it's almost 10am. I can't believe I fell asleep, and even worse, I've over slept. The ceremony starts at 12 and I don't want to be late.

  Ok, cool, I'm here. *deep breaths*

  Phew, I had to run all the way, mom kept shouting for me to slow down and wait for them but there was no way I was going to be late. If they can't move fast enough then I'll just tell them all about it after they get here. He he, oh, here they come now, maybe they are not so slow after all!

  Come on, come on, start already. I'm almost bursting with excitement, I can hardly hold it in. Everyone is here, all the VIP's up on the stage, just waiting for the word so we can start.

  ......Twenty eight people chosen already, just two more left then the leap year selection. Please, please, please pick me!

  And the twenty ninth chosen Avatar is..... Stalwart, son of Sam.

  Yay, the crowd cheered. Yeah, yeah, go Stalwart, get on with it already.

  And the thirtieth chosen Avatar is Adam, son of Beckley.

  Ok already, GET ON WITH IT.

  And finally, the last honored Avatar, the special Leap Year Selection is ......Pete of Blacklake. Well done Pete, you have waited many years for this honor.

  The crowd went mad, cheering and clapping. Pete is a well respected member of the community and he deserves his place in this....oh who am I trying to kid? I am totally gutted. I really thought it would be me, but now I have to wait another four years, I can't believe it. I'm going to bed, I can't face writing anymore.

  Monday

  Jeb .....JEB.....JEEEBBB, wake up!

  What? What's going on.

  That's how I was woken this morning, but really, I am not complaining, let me tell you why.

  I have been accepted as the final Avatar to attend the School of Minecraft!!!!!

  Yeah, totally awesome right?

  Ok, ok, I know. I was confused as well. Let me tell you what happened.

  As you know Pete of Blacklake was chosen as the final Avatar at yesterdays choosing ceremony, but what I neglected to tell you, because I was so upset at the time, is that Pete of Blacklake is 107! Anyway, when the village elders went to inform him that he had been honoured at the choosing ceremony he did not have a clue what they were even talking about, the poor man was bat crazy, totally mad.

  Ok, ok calm down, that's really not nice, sorry. But, he was disqualified from the choosing ceremony and they had to redraw a final Avatar, and guess who won? Any ideas? Maybe I'll give you a little clue, IT WAS ME!!!!!!!!

  I'm going to Minecraft School baby!

  Just two days to go, I can't believe that it's really happening. Pinch me before I wake up. Ouch, not you Dale, he's my best friend, well he was until he pinched me.

  Tuesday

  Tomorrow, my life starts for real tomorrow. There is no way that I will be able to sleep, I'm just too excited. Ba
gs are packed, well not really seeing as you aren't allowed to bring anything with you, but I'm ready. Wish me luck.

  Wednesday

  First day of school. How cool is this. I'm waiting in front of the gates of the SCHOOL OF MINECRAFT (sorry for shouting, but this is awesome!) with all the other Noobs. Any time now they are going to open the doors and a new school year will begin. Thought I'd write my thoughts in my journal now before it gets too hectic. Everyone is milling around, eyeing each other up, trying to see who's who.

  Just heard a really strange rumor. Someone said that when you graduate from the school your memory is erased, so you never remember being here, but you still know how to do everything that you learnt. Pretty weird but it sort of makes sense as no one but Steve has ever made it home.

  OMG. The gates are opening, this is the moment I've waited for my whole life. BRING IT ON.

  The inside atrium of the School is totally awesome dude. It is huge! The ceiling is so high I can't even see it, you could probably fit my village in here a hundred times over. There are tables stretching as far as I can see and they are all laid out ready for a massive feast, I wonder who else is coming?

  'Come inside Noobs, time is a wasting. Take a seat, quickly now.' The voice rumbles through the huge chamber. I couldn't see who was speaking but everyone ran to the nearest tables and sat.

  'Right, wherever you are seated is now your place until you graduate or you are killed. '

  Everyone laughs at this remark until the voice continues.

  'Do you think I am joking? Learning to be a Player is highly dangerous and most of you Noobs will not survive, in fact you may wish to leave now and spare yourselves the pain. '

  A big guy on my left digs me in my ribs and whispers, 'you may as well beat it now kid, this is no place for someone like you,' to which he gets laughs from the rest of the table.

  Why did I have to sit next to him?

  'So your decision is now made.' And with that comment the huge school doors slam SHUT.

  'Good, then let the new intake cycle begin. Here at the School of Minecraft you will learn all the skills you need to survive in the Overworld. It will be tough and dangerous, but for those of you who survive the next few months you will graduate as a Player Avatar.'

  Months? How long does it take to train to be a Player. Strange, I've never really considered it before.

  'Good, now that your decision to become a Player Avatar had been made, let us begin,' the voice continued.

  And so began my training to become the greatest Player Avatar of all time. But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

  Bunking Up - I'm sharing a room with three Noobs from other villages. There's Robbin Of The Hood, who we call Hoody, then there's GravyBoatThief, now known as Gravy and lastly Jakes421587, so we call him numbers. They are all so different from me, even their names seem strange, still, they seem like nice people and we are all here for the same thing.

  We sat up all night chatting, no one slept, we were just

  Our first lesson tomorrow is how to use a crafting table. AWESOME!

  Thursday

  Crafting Skills 101

  Cool. Our crafting teacher is none other than Jens of the Larrsons, the actual guy who wrote the Book Of Crafting. This is the best day of my life, EVER!

  I have got to tell you this - sooo funny!!!

  Mr Larrson told us all to gather around the crafting table in the middle of the room and asked if anyone had ever used one before. The big guy who jabbed me in the ribs yesterday raised his hand and smirked at the teacher. 'I have.'

  'Hmm, really, that seems very unlikely, and you are?' asked Mr Larrson.

  Looking pleased with himself, he bowed and replied arrogantly, 'Darth of the Blackheaths, sir.'

  'Well Darth of the Blackheaths, your family holds no sway over the School of Minecraft, here you are just a Noob like everyone else. Now show me what you've got.'

  You could have knocked us all over with a feather. The Blackheaths are the most powerful family on Minecraftia and Mr Larrson just dismissed him like he was a nobody. Hang on, noooo, that's the same guy who picked on me yesterday. I just got in a fight with a Blackheath! Way to go Jeb, not even one day in the School and you have already made an enemy with one of the most powerful people in the world!

  Darth strutted up to the Crafting Table like he owned the place, I don't know, his family is so rich, maybe he does. He turned and looked at Mr Larrson and asked. 'So, what do you want me to make?'

  'Let's start with the basics, shall we Darth. Why don't you make me some wooden planks,' Mr Larrson replied.

  'Is that it? I expected a least a suit of armor. Ok, wooden planks coming straight up.'

  Darth grabbed the front edge of the crafting table and tried to pull it open, no seriously, he tried to open the crafting table to get some planks. Did you get that?

  The more he pulled, the more we all laughed, and the more we all laughed the harder he pulled. Mr Larrson was rolling around on the floor, holding his sides and trying to regain control.

  'Class, please, calm down,' he wheezed. Darth is attempting to craft Wooden Planks, please give him the opportunity.... and that was as far as he got before another bout of uncontrollable laughter overcame him.

  As you can imagine, Darth did not take being laughed at too well, and he turned on all of us.

  'SHUT UP,' he screamed, then he recognised me in the crowd and his eyes turned cold. *gulp*

  'You, wimp, what are you laughing at?' he snarled at me. If I could have evaporated then and there I would have.

  'Uh nothing,' I stuttered in reply.

  'Well you better stop laughing now or I will crush you,' he growled, rapidly crossing the room and grabbing hold of my top with his huge hands.

  *gulp*

  Did I mention the size of his fists? They are massive, more like shovels than hands.

  As he lifted me off the floor the room went deathly quiet. Sensing a change in the atmosphere Mr Larrson struggled to his feet and brushed himself off.

  'Uh, thank you for that crafting demonstration Darth, yes, quite entertaining, and put the little person down will you, there's a good lad.'

  Are you kidding me. I didn't know whether to be happy that Mr Larrson saved me from a beating or upset that he had humiliated me in front of everyone. Oh man, I'll never live this down.

  Friday

  I had a great day today, no scratch that, I had a super awesome day today.

  Started out with breakfast in the main hall. Everyone eats at the long tables where we first sat, but get this, Darth and his cronies, Midge and Panther had been moved! Yeah, cool right? Don't know how they pulled it off but he and the other two had been moved up to the front where the teachers sit. Cool for them but SUPER AWESOME for me!

  Minecraft Basic Survival Skills 101

  This place is awesome, yeah I know, I need to find a new word, but everything IS awesome.

  Our teacher for Minecraft Survival Skills is Terry of the Mayers - yeah I know right, he is the Minecraft Gaming Expert, probably the most knowledgeable minecrafter ever, well after Steve, but that's a given. He will be teaching us everything from basic survival skills such as punching trees to get wood right through to advanced minecrafting like fighting mobs. He handed out the course book for the class and it's a signed copy!

  The first lesson was sooo cool. He taught us how to punch a tree correctly, so the wood chunk breaks away and you don't hurt yourself. Sounds easy doesn't it? Well you try punching a tree and see what happens, I can tell you it hurts!

  You have to go deep down inside yourself and find a ball of power, then as you punch the tree you let the power rip through your body. Man, I felt like superman, smashing trees everywhere, awesome, the only downside is, it only works in the Survival Room. The gravity on the Overworld is different from Minecraftia, that is why you can do amazing things there that aren't possible here.

  When Steve built the School of Minecraft he built this Survival Room that recreates the gr
avity on the Overworld, allowing you to practice as if you are really there. There's something weird about the place though, yeah what's weirder than punching trees like superman? I mean, yes I know it's a class room but it's HUGE, way bigger than the Atrium and I thought that was massive, and get this, there are guards everywhere. I don't know if it's for our safety or to stop us wandering off before we are ready.

  Everyone got the hang of it except a guy called Munch, so of course he's now known as Munch No Punch, hehe. I'm just glad it wasn't me.

  Saturday

  No class today so me and the guys are going to explore the school. Back later.

  Seven hours! That's how long we were walking. Numbers suggested we look around the school grounds and the first thing he did was get us lost. You would think that a school as big as this one would be easy to find, but we did our best for seven hours to NOT find it. Oh yeah, did I mention that we walked for like seven hours!

  Gravy was furious, he hates walking, no seriously, he really, really hates walking. He would rather crawl than walk, maybe hop a little, even shuffle on his butt, but walk, NO WAY!

  Sunday

  Another day off, Numbers suggested we go exploring again but no one was falling for that again. Just stayed in the room chatting.

  Monday

  I can't believe these words are going to come out of my mouth, but here goes.

  Yep, totally dude. Admittedly, I am in Minecraft school so it's not your normal, everyday lessons but even so. We have Crafting again today, this should be fun.

  Mr Larrson asked Darth if he would like to give another crafting demonstration but he just grunted no, and when everyone started to snigger his glare was so poisonous the giggles soon petered out. As his gaze swept the room I ducked down behind Gravy and Hoody - hey, it's not that I'm scared, well actually I am a little bit scared of Darth, it's just I did not want him to focus on me any more than he all ready had.