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Mark! You play that game far too much, I don't know how it's not all you know sometimes! Exclaimed his mother.

Well mum, I can't help but have a lot of ideas that need expressing! he argued. Mark did In fact play far to much of this game, this game if you hadn't guessed was.....minecraft and oh how his mother was right.

Mark, stood at almost 5.9" and weighed in at approximately 280lb a fierce beard and shaggy hair that never grew past ear level.

Although never considered athletic he did somehow hold quite a large amount of strength behind him.

He did in fact live and breath minecraft, he had spent many years perfecting the survival aspects of the game, not knowing how important it really would be, for he was about to be placed into the hardest of hardcore worlds he's known!

On a day not like any other, mark was contacted by a private number, ordinarily he'd ignore any number unknown to him, especially withheld numbers.

For whatever reason on this peculiar day, the instinct to ignore it just, left him and with an uncontrollable impulse he slid his oversized thumb across the bottom of his iPhone screen only to hear a faint desperate voice begging.

Markimus*..~~—~~**we ne**~~—*elp please ma*—~p.

The voice deep, desperate and barley coherent continued to partially explain a location, and then....nothing, they'd hung up.

Baffled and confused, mark decided to get ready to go out, enroute to this destination mark couldn't help think, nobody knows me as Markimus, that's my minecraft character name?!

What on earth is going on here!? Arriving at what can only be described as a back-alley fire escape. Feeling drawn to this place, feeling extra brave a feeling that has never really been part of the loners wheel house, mark climbed this clearly unstable fire escape ladder, staircase, nothing was stopping him getting to the top.

Once at the top the wind picked up, feeling less brave and more confused mark took one more step to find there was no one there!

What the fah. He questioned staring at this empty rooftop. Who called me and what do they want? It sounded like they was in trouble?!

I've not got time for this sh*-~ interrupted by his miss placed footing, whilst turning to head back down, the fire escape shook with the wind and mark fell, with a crunch and splintering of wooden boxes, everything went BLACK!