The Void

In Minecraftia it is truely a beautiful place. A place filled with adventure and danger lurking around every corner that gives a certain thrill. Pigs and other animals often have the funniest or cutest faces. Even the mobs had a certain grace to them.
The otherside of Minecraftia was the Nether, fire and burning landscapes everywhere. A perfect place for a Pyromaniac.
Things are not as graceful as some think however, a rule many will say and all children will be told at a young age..
Never dig straight down.
People question this and dig straight down to just be rebellious. Those people are the ones never to be seen of again.
As you near bedrock, you feel an almost choking feeling around your throat. Voices from the past who had fallen whispering and pleading for rescuing or for you to flee.
The darkness in the surrounding area is unnatural as you go down, the sound of gentle scratching heard on the stone walls. Even with a torch, its near impossible to rid of the feeling your being watched by the Dark Lord.
Suddenly you loose all footing and fall deep into the abyss. The world starts to float out of your reach as you fall into the eternal darkness, hands grabbing you and dragging you down. Voices shout and scold at you. Some congratulate you on your stuipdity.
You begin to choke as the hands grip onto you tightly, tearing you and harming you. You whisper, I should have listened... as everything grows colder. In the Void, light is just a myth and warmth is a dream. The whistling of sinister wind and cackling of the undead is all to be heard.
<Player1 fell through the world>