A Fall Ended It All

'''Hello. This is my first Minecraft creepypasta, so it may not be the best. I have made pastas at Roblox Creepypasta wiki back in late-2018, so I have some knowledge. Enjoy.'''

Chapter 1
This story begins when me and my friend decided to start a new survival world. My friend’s gamer tag was RustyKing82. We had been friends for a couple of days before this. We met on a server, and we played some games together. After realising that we got along really well, we decided to start a survival world.

When we spawned in, we were in a regular oak forest, with a desert visible in the distance. I headed towards a birch tree, and he went to get wood too. We ran around, punching the nearby trees until I had 16 birch logs and he had 18 oak logs. After a session of gathering resources, Rusty suggested that we make our house closer to the desert. I place down birch for the floor, and he made some oak walls. Overall, the house was starting to look pretty good.

After making the walls a bit bigger, Rusty ran out of planks, so he asked me if I could get some for him. I took the order, and went to get some more. While running through the forest, I had located a cave, and asked if we could explore it later. He said it would be fine, but I needed to get more logs.

'''This pasta is unfinished. However, it will be finished soon.'''