Minecrap CYOA

>you are anon
>just a stupid man with no plan
>starting a shitty game of minecraft
>boredom is a bitch
>you load up the launcher for your latest and greatest in fuck around tech
>Feed the Beast
>just shove asstons of mods into a game and see what happens
>you pick a pack
>you're a wizard, so why not use the magic?
>Magic world 2 looks good enough
>the launcher dissapears, revealing your wallpaper, your pony waifu
>the only reason you were still alive
>she dissapears as the game pops back up
>new world
>yada yada you know the drill
>you enter the word "horsefucker" as your seed
>the world starts to load, and you get a headache
>you stand up to get some pills for it, only to trip over your own feet
>you close your eyes and brace for impact as you fall
>right into the monitor
>or at least, you think that's what happened
>things got a lot brighter, but you didn't feel anything hit you
>opening your eyes, you find yourself standing on the edge of a crater
>a very blocky crater
>the fuck?
>you look behind you
>you hit your head harder than you thought
>you have to be hallucinating this shit, there's no other way
>you're in the game
>and sitting on the bonus chest is your waifu
>her red/orange hair drifts in the breeze
>her mouth moves, but you don't hear the words
>you simply stare in shock
>how the hell did this happen?
>why are you here?
>"who are you?"
>oh, right, the love of your life is talking to you
"huh? oh, my name's anonymous, you?"
>pretend you don't know her, good plan? maybe
>"Sunset Shimmer"
"do you know where we are?"
>"nope, you?"
"I've got a faint clue, what's that chest you're sitting on?"
>"this thing? I just found it out here when I woke up, don't know what it is"
"well slide off of it, it looks like a chest"
>"what makes you say that?"
"well for one, it has a lid, two, it's made of wood"
>"fair point, so, are we going to open it or what?
>you pry open the chest
>the usual chest inventory screen pops up in front of your face
>you jump back and it dissapears
>"why did you jump back, what's in there?"
"nothing, it's... it's fine, that was more than a little weird is all"
>"what happened?"
"come see"
>she looks into the chest and jerks back
>"what the hell!?"
>oh good, you're not crazy
>maybe
>now that you think about it, you have the usual minecraft hud in your face
>oh god, you were going to have to punch trees soon weren't you?
>chest, dumbass, focus on other stuff later
>you continue to mentally berate yourself as you look back into the chest, this time sticking your hands in to try and find things
>the inventory selector moves with your hands, eventually landing on a book
>you pull it out and it moves into your hotbar
"the thauminomicon, huh"
>sticking it under your arm, you continue to dig
>another book, this one seems like a journal
>a stone axe
>and some wood logs
>there doesn't seem to be anything left
>you close the chest and examine the axe
>it feels heavy in your hands
>you liked that feeling
>you give it an experimental swing at the chest
>it cracks slightly
>intrigued, you swing again and again, until, with a pop, it shrinks and falls to the ground, only to sweep up into your back
>"the fuck?"
"holy shit! where'd it go?"
>"the backpack?"
>wait wut?
>you notice for the first time the backpack you've been wearing
>jesus christ, you're oblivious sometimes
>you take the bag off and open it up
>your personal inventory screen, minus the crafting table, appears
>well fuck
>no crafting?
>what are you supposed to do with this shit?
>you toss the books and the wooden blocks in and throw the bag back over your shoulders
>"so now what?"
>you look to the sky
>it's noon