Warning: Might have a bit of references to the Christian religion.
There was this legend, of a person who was born from a woman and grew up in 1 day, called Pakist.
It wasn’t just a story, it really happened.
It started in 5389 when Pakist was born, we then started a new era, the era of Pakist Power.
I was a soldier back then, and was ordered to get some berries that the now-not-so legend said would give power to Pakist… Power.
These berries rarely grow in orange tulips, they are blue berries, however turn red when torn off.
I was sent just today, and I went a long way, a very long way.
I’m only half way there, I had many giant mountains to cross.
I think I’ll make a small stop here, I see some kind of tree.
I see an apple! Finally some food!
I’d better make a shelter, I’ll start working on it.
I worked hard on this shelter, but I must leave it.
I’m sad, why me? Why not some drunk guy in the bar in my town?
I better get going. Day 2.5
I’m 3 quarters of the way there! Just 7 more kilometers! Day 2.5.1
I’m starving, nothing to eat, nothing to drink, I regret saying to my wife that I won’t take any food!
I’M ALWAYS WRONG! Day 2 – Night
Am I here? Finally! THE FOREST!
So much spruce wood here, the legend says that the orange tulip is at the very center.
However this forest is so big, I don’t know where I’m at now!
Wait a second, I see some kind of village!
Before --
Oh why should they care about someone that looks like a bush?!
I'll just visit them tomorrow.
--
Day 3
I'm ready! Just getting those backpacks ready, I'm starved, too.
Oh my Pakist... They have a chruch dedicated to Pakist?!
But, I was supposed to deliver the mail! (Oh yeah, that was my other order, too)
I came in, and saw some farmer, I asked what the Tsikap is going on here?!
"Well, helur partnur! Yur'd lauk won of aur besht melunz? Aunley 10 dallaz!"
"Uh no, thank you, sir. I came here to deliver the mail."
"What'd yur taulkin' 'bout, partnur? Pakurst iz waz baurn!"
"How do you know that? I came here to deliver this mail!"
"Bat der mairl'z alreedy ben delyverd'd!"
"Damn, Okay then, how about I show you the mail I got?!"
I then proceed to show the mail to the country south north whatever "partner" farmer.
"Huur, duur... erm... emma.... Emma... golleeee!"
"You realize, the mail wasn't sent yet!"
"Nope, luks laik you stoul de mairl."
"I give up, just show me this church."
He show'd me the church:
And wow'y it looks!
That it exactly Pakist's sign!
Anyway, it getting night again, I went, left the farmer's head thinking where I went in his sleep, if he even sleeps.
I wanted to start a journal, thats the backstory for this journal. (Is this even a journal? It is a little bit).
Note: This was inspired by DirtDog's Ballad of Dirddog journal.
Warning: Might have a bit of references to the Christian religion.
There was this legend, of a person who was born from a woman and grew up in 1 day, called Pakist.
It wasn’t just a story, it really happened.
It started in 5389 when Pakist was born, we then started a new era, the era of Pakist Power.
I was a soldier back then, and was ordered to get some berries that the now-not-so legend said would give power to Pakist… Power.
These berries rarely grow in orange tulips, they are blue berries, however turn red when torn off.
I was sent just today, and I went a long way, a very long way.
I think I’ll make a small stop here, I see some kind of tree.
I see an apple! Finally some food!
I’d better make a shelter, I’ll start working on it.
I’m sad, why me? Why not some drunk guy in the bar in my town?
I better get going.
Day 2.5
I’m 3 quarters of the way there! Just 7 more kilometers!
Day 2.5.1
I’m starving, nothing to eat, nothing to drink, I regret saying to my wife that I won’t take any food!
I’M ALWAYS WRONG!
Day 2 – Night
Am I here? Finally! THE FOREST!
So much spruce wood here, the legend says that the orange tulip is at the very center.
However this forest is so big, I don’t know where I’m at now!
Wait a second, I see some kind of village!
Before --
Oh why should they care about someone that looks like a bush?!
I'll just visit them tomorrow.
--
Day 3
I'm ready! Just getting those backpacks ready, I'm starved, too.
Oh my Pakist... They have a chruch dedicated to Pakist?!
But, I was supposed to deliver the mail! (Oh yeah, that was my other order, too)
I came in, and saw some farmer, I asked what the Tsikap is going on here?!
"Well, helur partnur! Yur'd lauk won of aur besht melunz? Aunley 10 dallaz!"
"Uh no, thank you, sir. I came here to deliver the mail."
"What'd yur taulkin' 'bout, partnur? Pakurst iz waz baurn!"
"How do you know that? I came here to deliver this mail!"
"Bat der mairl'z alreedy ben delyverd'd!"
"Damn, Okay then, how about I show you the mail I got?!"
I then proceed to show the mail to the country south north whatever "partner" farmer.
"Huur, duur... erm... emma.... Emma... golleeee!"
"You realize, the mail wasn't sent yet!"
"Nope, luks laik you stoul de mairl."
"I give up, just show me this church."
He show'd me the church:
And wow'y it looks!
That it exactly Pakist's sign!
Anyway, it getting night again, I went, left the farmer's head thinking where I went in his sleep, if he even sleeps.
I found a small Hotel, they said I could stay.
So I went into the long hole full of Hotel rooms.
and found my hotel room... Hotel room 1...
Good night, reader.
How could I not comment; as being some sort of inspiration for this? Yay! I'm kind of a big deal now... right?
*sits down with a tub of popcorn to watch the show*
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Nice. I'd like to see how this will play out.
You can just call me Canary.
How not to look like a total fool in the forum games
Unfortunately something happened to my world, I was going to release Day 3 today.
EDIT: I actually recovered it, D3 should be out in like 10 minutes or so.
EDIT2: I forgot to say thank you all that support this
Yaay, Day 3!
Before --
Oh why should they care about someone that looks like a bush?!
I'll just visit them tomorrow.
--
Day 3
I'm ready! Just getting those backpacks ready, I'm starved, too.
Oh my Pakist... They have a chruch dedicated to Pakist?!
But, I was supposed to deliver the mail! (Oh yeah, that was my other order, too)
I came in, and saw some farmer, I asked what the Tsikap is going on here?!
"Well, helur partnur! Yur'd lauk won of aur besht melunz? Aunley 10 dallaz!"
"Uh no, thank you, sir. I came here to deliver the mail."
"What'd yur taulkin' 'bout, partnur? Pakurst iz waz baurn!"
"How do you know that? I came here to deliver this mail!"
"Bat der mairl'z alreedy ben delyverd'd!"
"Damn, Okay then, how about I show you the mail I got?!"
I then proceed to show the mail to the country south north whatever "partner" farmer.
"Huur, duur... erm... emma.... Emma... golleeee!"
"You realize, the mail wasn't sent yet!"
"Nope, luks laik you stoul de mairl."
"I give up, just show me this church."
He show'd me the church:
And wow'y it looks!
That it exactly Pakist's sign!
Anyway, it getting night again, I went, left the farmer's head thinking where I went in his sleep, if he even sleeps.
I found a small Hotel, they said I could stay.
So I went into the long hole full of Hotel rooms.
and found my hotel room... Hotel room 1...
Good night, reader.
... and then what happened?
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
... Well, the problem is that for some reason the world didn't save when I was building something for this journal.
No excuses, I want action! Adventure! And tulips!
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
:|
Okay, I'll try to continue it xD