Single-Player

This man found himself in the thick of a forest. It was lush, so much so that it perpetuated his disconnection from the rest of the world (more mentally than physically). He panicked. The man felt as though the forest has swallowed him whole, walking in any direction would be furthering himself down its esophagus. He feared never seeing another town again. He shouted at the top of his lungs and started pounding his fists into a tree.

Bloodied, he realized he would have to make use of his environment or perish at its mercy. He pulled a sturdy branch off an oak tree, picked up a nearby stone and crafted himself a simple bludgeon. A pig could be heard frolicking in the distance. He made sure not to spook it as he crept in its direction. Peering through the grass, he found that there were several of them. He jumped at them from behind a tree and successfully hunted one of the three. He started a fire and devoured the roasted pork. It was enough to keep him going, if even only for a day.

The man couldn't sleep that night. He could faintly see the moon above the trees. He kept walking. He could have sworn he saw something creeping in the bushes, accompanied by eerie sounds, reminiscent of bone chilling sounds you only hear in your darkest nightmares. He kept walking.

By morning, he found himself in a field. It seemed endless with the occasional pond and wild vegetables. Eventually, he found himself at the foot of a mountain, and a cave at its base. The mountain was as steep as a wall. The man decided to take refuge in the cave. He fashioned little torches with spare materials he kept from the forest and placed them along the way.

In the cave, the man found raw materials he realized could be used for better tools and started chipping at them with his bludgeon. He eventually had crafted a fine pickaxe and a decent shovel. He noticed a light emanating from below him. He felt heat and heard a constant hum. It was like a persistent, low roar. He walked slowly and found himself at a ledge. He looked down and discovered an endless sea of lava. He turned around and was greeted by an angry, tattered man. The angry man leapt and grabbed our hero's face, clawing at his neck. Pushed back, he stumbled, lost his footing, and they both fell off the ledge.

The ledge was steep, but angled to an extent, so they tumbled more than they fell. The angry man hit his head and died instantly, but the good man was getting bruised and beaten by the rocks. He stopped tumbling, eventually, a foot or so from the lava. He refused to move at first, in fear of finding out just how many bones he had broken. When he turned his head, he found more angry men approaching him. The light provided from the lava pit shone on their faces and revealed that they really weren't human. Disgusted, the man stood up--

The pain was excruciating. He found that his right arm was badly broken and he could only assume his left ankle was sprained. He limped, but there was no where to run. He lured the inhuman creatures toward the lava and waited for them to attack so he can fall back and drag them into the fire...

This is Minecraft in a nutshell,
-Philip