Yet another blow has come to my fragile state - I have come to learn that the object of my affection, my confidant, my cornerstone and assistant is not as she appears!
i have been consumed with locating Mr. Peckingsworth, or at the very least his final resting place. I have searched daily; from my first waking moment until I lay my head down from exhaustion. After so many days of searching I felt hope slipping from my fingertips. I needed encouragement, I needed something to restore my faith that I was doing everything possible to find my lost friend, so I stopped by the St. Chien library.
i don't know what exactly I was hoping to find, but on my way there my mind returned to our dear friend and visitor, Professor Glimmarspark. Surely he would have an idea or suggestion that could possibly help. I have, or had, the means to visit him. Surely with a little work I could repair the damage to the HMS DogBreath and sail to meet with him. It was then that the idea to invite Lola, the St. Chien librarian, and object of my affection, to accompany me on my trip. With such a precise and marvelous idea developing in my head I quickened my stride enroute to the library.
When I arrived I should have known something was amiss. Both side doors were open and Lola never leaves the doors open. Even still, I didn't think to knock with the doors open wide. Once inside I saw what will forever be etched in my retinas - Lola was stark naked changing her wrappings! Nay, changing HIS wrappings! Lola is a MAN!
How did I not see all the signs? His prominent Adam's apple? The huskiness in his Sha-dog-bah-bahs? The firm grip in his handshakes, and how he nearly broke my spine when we shared hugs?
I am completely in shambles. I have lost my friend and now the person I thought I knew has turned out to be someone completely different. Somehow I must find the fortitude to carry on. Surely Professor Glimmarspark will know what to do.
So in my distraught state I wrote a song for my dear predicament. (Thanks to The Kinks for a great song - Lola, cue it up and sing along for maximum effect)
Weren't the lyrics in the actual song based on something like that? I haven't listened to The Kinks in a while but I believe it was about a person who "walked like a woman but talked like a man."
The important thing is not how long you live... It's what you accomplish with your life. While I live, I want to shine. I want to prove that I exist. If I could do something really important... That would definitely carry on into the future. My spirit will always live on. And so if I were to disappear... I think that all I have accomplished will go on. That would mean that it's living. Right?- Grovyle
"Although man kind will always look onward, yearning for more, searching for new boundries, only to break through them, With the understanding that this world is one in which we all share, comes the responsibility of knowing the decisions we make today will have a lasting impact on the generations of tommorow." - Civ 5 BNW opening cinematic
Weren't the lyrics in the actual song based on something like that? I haven't listened to The Kinks in a while but I believe it was about a person who "walked like a woman but talked like a man."
Doh, you're right. I improperly cited The Rolling Stones for that song. You are correct, it was The Kinks. It's difficult when I have a hard enough time remembering what I had for breakfast, forget who did what song over 40 years ago...
Doh, you're right. I improperly cited The Rolling Stones for that song. You are correct, it was The Kinks. It's difficult when I have a hard enough time remembering what I had for breakfast, forget who did what song over 40 years ago...
Good catch.
For some reason I had the band Cream stuck in my head as the performers until I saw his comment.
After considerable all-nighters I have managed to repair the damaged engine and lift generator of the HMS DogBreath. After a few patterns over St. Chien I deemed the mighty airship once again airworthy. I will spent the rest of my evening going over my navigation calculations and maps on how to get to Professor Glimmarspark's. I do hope he forgives me for showing up unannounced... that's if I my calculations are even correct and I manage to make it there.
Day 209 - We're Off to See The Professor, The Wonderful Professor Glimmarspark
Cast the bowlines, hoist up the main dirigible cables, and wind the rear redstone flat-gizmonic binders; I've set sail to seek the wisdom and assistance of the Professor. I do hope he's home and not off on one of his adventures.
While slowly sailing off the landing pad and past DogMountain, I was graced by a flock of crows heading out towards the Chickenist Shrine, where they all landed a cawed raucously at the HMS DogBreath. I will take it as a sign of good luck for my future travels. Onward!
Day 210 - Do You Know The Professor Man?
I believe I am on the right track as of this afternoon I passed a marked habitation on my map exactly where I calculated it to be, at roughly the time I calculated I'd reach it. Bringing the airship to a hover near the small house brought out a stout specimen of a man. Once I retarded the throttles and brought the engines to a dull roar I was able to yell down to him. From our brief interaction he seemed pleasant enough so I threw down the ladder and descended to meet him proper.
The short, rotund fellow informed me his name was Rodabon and was quick to extend hospitality, inviting me in for tea. Though I am in no position to judge, his tea making skills were rather abysmal. Once I had managed to finished the mug he had poured me, I think I found the remains of a spider eye. He was quite familiar with Professor Glimmarspark and told me I was on the correct course - though he was not much of a traveler and had yet to visit the Professor in his home city. He also declined my invitation to join me on my trip. I tried my best to politely decline more tea, but my host was most adamant. I was forced to stealthily pour the bitter tea into a nearby potted plant when he wasn't looking.
After exchanging pleasantries and having watered his plant with as much tea that it was beginning to seep out the bottom of the pot, I set off once again.
That spider eye tea has some great nutritional value, but is sure is stiff... Helps to cut it with some milk and sugar. I prefer to make my tea with wild dandelions and rose petals. Wishing you good cluckings on the remainder of your journey!
I have reached the city. Early this afternoon I could make out a distant spire on the horizon, and within a few hours the city came into view. Not only that, but who other than Professors Glimmarsparks Aerial Survey Balloon was parked right near the downtown area. The feeling of relief washing over me was amazing. I brought the HMS DogBreath in low for a few quick passes around what I assume was the center of the city for a few photos and to get a general bearing of the city before anchoring out near a nearby dock.
After roaming the city like the obvious tourist I appeared to be, a helpful local offered me assistance. I inquired as to if they where familiar with the Professor. Much to my good fortune they were, and I was quite close to his residence. I returned to the HMS DogBreath and slowly piloted it over the second rise north of the city. When I crested that second ridge line I was floored by the appearance of his residence, and I use the word residence very loosely. For when I finally arrived I was spellbound. Professor Glimmarspark lives in an awe-inspiring chateau fit for a world class inventor / adventurer / diplomat.
I quickly brought The HMS DogBreath down into a low hover and descended the ladder as fast as my legs would reliably take me. I had merely rung the doorbell and within seconds there he was, my dear old friend Professor Glimmarspark! I nearly wept. Oh, why lie in my own journal recording - I did cry. Like a big 8 pound 6 ounce baby. So much of my recent events a tragedies came spilling out with the snot that flowed from my blubbering nose and mouth. Afterwards it felt as if a great weight had dropped from my shoulders. What a relief.
With that out of the way, I will spend the remainder of my day visiting with my good, wise friend.
I'm curious to who built that city and no, I'm not asking in relation to the storyline. I'm quite impressed if you alone built that city. Seeing that most of your updates are from separate world/servers, I think this is one of the most intriguing.
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I'm curious to who built that city and no, I'm not asking in relation to the storyline. I'm quite impressed if you alone built that city. Seeing that most of your updates are from separate world/servers, I think this is one of the most intriguing.
This collection is an old incomplete adventure map. Being that it is set to creative mode, it is also where I test quite a few of future builds so I don't end up wasting even more time and materials on larger projects. As to who built what, I can no longer recall. I have such a collection of pieces I've picked apart and tweaked and used as inspiration - I can't give proper credit to all the influential folks involved. It's much smaller than it appears, as I switch up resource packs and keep taking screen shots until I get it just right within the limited space and options there are.
Most recent contributors I would like to thank that I can recall would be Glimmar, _Angie, Captain_Redblock, some of the extremely talented Pancake crew, SuperYoshi, TWISTeD and his crew for keeping me funded during my funk, rodabon for being a loyal reader, Patiencemarie (GirlsGonnaGameBro, or whatever the heck you called yourself back then), and my steadfast St. Chien council for leaving me the hell alone when I get in the zone with my building, but still opening up their virtual wallets to support the cause.
If you, or anyone else is interested in having your worlds, builds or servers worked into this ever increasing survival story fabric, let me know. I can't guarantee anything, but if a future story line works its way into my wiggly worm brain, we can figure something out. I have airship, will travel!
After visiting late into the night and telling Professor Glimmarspark all my troubles and concerns, he assured me he would do his best to help me find a solution. First thing in the morning we visited the city library to learn what we could about tracking wayward potatoes.
We then took a short break for lunch and resumed our studies back at the Professors residence. From the marvelous resources and tomes procured from the library we were able to re-purpose another of the Professors devices into a crude tracking or homing device tunable to potato protein. We did not have any actual potatoes present to test it on, so I will have to hope all the measurements where done correctly without a test subject. With the device complete it was already late into the night, so I have decided to wait until morning to depart back to St. Chien to continue the search for Mr. Peckingsworth. I pray to the chicken deities this device works.
Upon arriving back in St. Chien I quickly broke out the Potato Locat-O-Matic 3000. Little did I realize that the standard plug outlets at Professor Glimmarsparks home were not the same voltage and size as those in St. Chien. Therefore I had to spend my first few hours rigging up a way to power the Potato Locat-O-Matic via batteries I constructed out of - wouldn't you know it - potatoes. After firing it up I immediately received a good signal and ping back from the northwest. I set off into the hills behind the landing pad.
Within two hours I had narrowed the search area down to a steep cliff face on the far side of a distance hilly range. It was slow going having to scramble up, over, and under the scraggly, boulder strewn cliff side area, but I managed to locate a small cave opening. Lo and behold I found Mr. Peckingsworth!
I wrapped him is a warm comfy burlap towel and took him back to Chateau Chien where I drew him a nice hot bath. Surely once Mr. Peckingsworth has recovered from his escapade, he with have quite the story to relate.
Welcome home, Mr. Peckingsworth. Now don't ever do that to me again!
I have attempted to return to work in an effort of providing calm and direction for the citizens of St. Chien. Mr. Peckingsworth still remains withdrawn and sullen, but I would think that would be expected considering the events as of late. I have instructed him to rest and only return to work when he has felt his strength and sanity has returned. I sometimes catch a glimpse of him working in the small carrot and sugarcane gardens in the back area of the chateau.
I also learned that during my absence a shambling horde of zombies managed to breach the incomplete section of Chateau Chiens walls to the northeast. I am rather perturbed that the cheateau residence ignored my explicit instructions to guard the area round the clock. Due to their negligence we lost quite a few good citizens. A blacksmith, two toolsmiths, all the farmers, a leatherworker, and a cleric. It appears that the devastation of the attack was horrid. There were no remains remaining to either cure or even give proper burials. I am highly suspicious of the stories being reported at this time as there seems to be a large percentage of surviving librarians, clerics, and fishermen. Where were these citizens when the fiasco broke out? Why were they not harmed during this undead onslaught? We will work tirelessly to remedy this wall breach in question to prevent this sort of attack again, but I will be watching this lot very closely. Mark my words, if I find out evil shenanigans are afoot...
Mr. Peckingsworth is back! I hope he returns to his former spunky self very soon As for those villagers, could be something....Could be nothing....Librarians are well read, and perhaps know how to avoid zombies; Clerics have the Chicken Deities on their side (the deceased must have been weak in faith); and maybe zombies don't like the smell of fish.....I would still keep an eye out...
My increased vigilance has unearthed quite possibly the most vile thing imaginable. I believe the villagers have begun creating an unground rebellion.
As I became more suspicious of the comings and goings of the remaining "learned" residents of Chateau Chein, I noticed they seemed to disappear during certain times throughout the day. These disappearances were also the same group of villagers, time after time, and they specifically stole away when not in the company of certain other villagers - primarily the tradesfolks; the various smithys, the farmers, and the fishermen.
During one of these disappearances I followed at a safe distance to garner more information as to their whereabouts during these disappearances. After an obvious attempt to throw anyone following off their trail, they ended at the IronDog Blacksmith Shop which also serves as the main entrance to the DogHole Mines. I remained well hidden until I witnessed many of the suspected villagers leave the blacksmith shop after which I descended into the mines myself.
What I found was unnerving and I cannot imagine it being possible to be misconstrued as anything but heinous. This group seems to have commandeered the explosives storage room and installed a set of double locking, blast-proof doors. Once inside I observed the explosives stockpile was much higher than I have approved of and the numbers on hand did not match the invoices listed up at the Chateau Chiens records room library. In addition to the stockpile of highly dangerous substances, they where various maps, diagram, blueprints, and schematics of many key St. Chien buildings and landmarks including Chateau Chien itself! Propaganda literature and posters littered the room and I was able to find a convent roster listing many of the members involved.
This has been a very interesting discovery indeed. I think it is time to begin the construction of a suitable gallows...
I have devised a plan to infiltrate this heinous group and expose the rabble rousers. The first step in this plan will require me to identify the truely loyal and devout citizens of St. Chien and followers of the Good Cluckings of the 7th Day Chickenist teachings. Therefore I have begun to observe the villagers in secret, documenting every move; every interaction. Hopefully I will glean from this whom among them is strong, trustworthy, and efficient.
I have beseeched the chicken deities to send me a group of capable followers that I may train them in the ancient art of subterfuge, the highly guarded method of eggspionage, and the mysterious practice of infiltration. Provided I am blessed with these citizens I am searching for I will utilize them in an attempt to root out these rebellious villagers and stomp out this insurrection before too many citizens are hurt.
Day 205 - And the Hits Keep Coming
Yet another blow has come to my fragile state - I have come to learn that the object of my affection, my confidant, my cornerstone and assistant is not as she appears!
i have been consumed with locating Mr. Peckingsworth, or at the very least his final resting place. I have searched daily; from my first waking moment until I lay my head down from exhaustion. After so many days of searching I felt hope slipping from my fingertips. I needed encouragement, I needed something to restore my faith that I was doing everything possible to find my lost friend, so I stopped by the St. Chien library.
i don't know what exactly I was hoping to find, but on my way there my mind returned to our dear friend and visitor, Professor Glimmarspark. Surely he would have an idea or suggestion that could possibly help. I have, or had, the means to visit him. Surely with a little work I could repair the damage to the HMS DogBreath and sail to meet with him. It was then that the idea to invite Lola, the St. Chien librarian, and object of my affection, to accompany me on my trip. With such a precise and marvelous idea developing in my head I quickened my stride enroute to the library.
When I arrived I should have known something was amiss. Both side doors were open and Lola never leaves the doors open. Even still, I didn't think to knock with the doors open wide. Once inside I saw what will forever be etched in my retinas - Lola was stark naked changing her wrappings! Nay, changing HIS wrappings! Lola is a MAN!
How did I not see all the signs? His prominent Adam's apple? The huskiness in his Sha-dog-bah-bahs? The firm grip in his handshakes, and how he nearly broke my spine when we shared hugs?
I am completely in shambles. I have lost my friend and now the person I thought I knew has turned out to be someone completely different. Somehow I must find the fortitude to carry on. Surely Professor Glimmarspark will know what to do.
So in my distraught state I wrote a song for my dear predicament. (Thanks to The Kinks for a great song - Lola, cue it up and sing along for maximum effect)
I met her in the village
down across the river next to the ravine
where you can drink from the well
but the waters dark brown and green
just like Coca Cola
C-O-L-A, cola.
She walked up to me
and said "Sha-dog-butt-bah"
in a deep husky voice
and I named her Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
La la la Lola.
I'm not the world's
most adventurous guy
but when she'd hug me close
she'd nearly make me cry
Oh my Lola
Lo lo lo Lola
well I'm not dumb
but I couldn't understand
why she walked like a villager
but could grunt like a man
Oh my Lola
Lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo Lola
Well we drank milk from buckets
all those countless nights
while I conducted my research by
flickering, glowing, yellow torchlight
she brought me meals
all for free
simply brought me books
and sat there with meeeeee!
well I'm not the world's
most passionate guy
but when I looked into
her little golden orb eyes
I truely fell for Lola
Lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo Lola.
Well I'm not the world's
most masculine man
but I know what I am
and I am a man...
and now I see so's Lola.
Lo lo lo Lola
La la la Lola
L-O-L-A Lola
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Weren't the lyrics in the actual song based on something like that? I haven't listened to The Kinks in a while but I believe it was about a person who "walked like a woman but talked like a man."
The important thing is not how long you live... It's what you accomplish with your life. While I live, I want to shine. I want to prove that I exist. If I could do something really important... That would definitely carry on into the future. My spirit will always live on. And so if I were to disappear... I think that all I have accomplished will go on. That would mean that it's living. Right?- Grovyle
"Although man kind will always look onward, yearning for more, searching for new boundries, only to break through them, With the understanding that this world is one in which we all share, comes the responsibility of knowing the decisions we make today will have a lasting impact on the generations of tommorow." - Civ 5 BNW opening cinematic
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Doh, you're right. I improperly cited The Rolling Stones for that song. You are correct, it was The Kinks. It's difficult when I have a hard enough time remembering what I had for breakfast, forget who did what song over 40 years ago...
Good catch.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
As always, a pleasure to read your journal dog.
"The only way to do great work is to love what you do" - Steve Jobs
For some reason I had the band Cream stuck in my head as the performers until I saw his comment.
by c0yote
I tried it with terrible results. I gave my wife my glasses for a second, a creeper showed up and now my wife is pregnant.
Stupid 3D..
Day 208 - DirtDog Gives You Wiiiiings
After considerable all-nighters I have managed to repair the damaged engine and lift generator of the HMS DogBreath. After a few patterns over St. Chien I deemed the mighty airship once again airworthy. I will spent the rest of my evening going over my navigation calculations and maps on how to get to Professor Glimmarspark's. I do hope he forgives me for showing up unannounced... that's if I my calculations are even correct and I manage to make it there.
Day 209 - We're Off to See The Professor, The Wonderful Professor Glimmarspark
Cast the bowlines, hoist up the main dirigible cables, and wind the rear redstone flat-gizmonic binders; I've set sail to seek the wisdom and assistance of the Professor. I do hope he's home and not off on one of his adventures.
While slowly sailing off the landing pad and past DogMountain, I was graced by a flock of crows heading out towards the Chickenist Shrine, where they all landed a cawed raucously at the HMS DogBreath. I will take it as a sign of good luck for my future travels. Onward!
Day 210 - Do You Know The Professor Man?
I believe I am on the right track as of this afternoon I passed a marked habitation on my map exactly where I calculated it to be, at roughly the time I calculated I'd reach it. Bringing the airship to a hover near the small house brought out a stout specimen of a man. Once I retarded the throttles and brought the engines to a dull roar I was able to yell down to him. From our brief interaction he seemed pleasant enough so I threw down the ladder and descended to meet him proper.
The short, rotund fellow informed me his name was Rodabon and was quick to extend hospitality, inviting me in for tea. Though I am in no position to judge, his tea making skills were rather abysmal. Once I had managed to finished the mug he had poured me, I think I found the remains of a spider eye. He was quite familiar with Professor Glimmarspark and told me I was on the correct course - though he was not much of a traveler and had yet to visit the Professor in his home city. He also declined my invitation to join me on my trip. I tried my best to politely decline more tea, but my host was most adamant. I was forced to stealthily pour the bitter tea into a nearby potted plant when he wasn't looking.
After exchanging pleasantries and having watered his plant with as much tea that it was beginning to seep out the bottom of the pot, I set off once again.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
That spider eye tea has some great nutritional value, but is sure is stiff... Helps to cut it with some milk and sugar. I prefer to make my tea with wild dandelions and rose petals. Wishing you good cluckings on the remainder of your journey!
Day 210 - City-Hoooooo
I have reached the city. Early this afternoon I could make out a distant spire on the horizon, and within a few hours the city came into view. Not only that, but who other than Professors Glimmarsparks Aerial Survey Balloon was parked right near the downtown area. The feeling of relief washing over me was amazing. I brought the HMS DogBreath in low for a few quick passes around what I assume was the center of the city for a few photos and to get a general bearing of the city before anchoring out near a nearby dock.
After roaming the city like the obvious tourist I appeared to be, a helpful local offered me assistance. I inquired as to if they where familiar with the Professor. Much to my good fortune they were, and I was quite close to his residence. I returned to the HMS DogBreath and slowly piloted it over the second rise north of the city. When I crested that second ridge line I was floored by the appearance of his residence, and I use the word residence very loosely. For when I finally arrived I was spellbound. Professor Glimmarspark lives in an awe-inspiring chateau fit for a world class inventor / adventurer / diplomat.
I quickly brought The HMS DogBreath down into a low hover and descended the ladder as fast as my legs would reliably take me. I had merely rung the doorbell and within seconds there he was, my dear old friend Professor Glimmarspark! I nearly wept. Oh, why lie in my own journal recording - I did cry. Like a big 8 pound 6 ounce baby. So much of my recent events a tragedies came spilling out with the snot that flowed from my blubbering nose and mouth. Afterwards it felt as if a great weight had dropped from my shoulders. What a relief.
With that out of the way, I will spend the remainder of my day visiting with my good, wise friend.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
I'm curious to who built that city and no, I'm not asking in relation to the storyline. I'm quite impressed if you alone built that city. Seeing that most of your updates are from separate world/servers, I think this is one of the most intriguing.
Want to read some awesome journals? Try this: Survival Journals/Worlds list
This collection is an old incomplete adventure map. Being that it is set to creative mode, it is also where I test quite a few of future builds so I don't end up wasting even more time and materials on larger projects. As to who built what, I can no longer recall. I have such a collection of pieces I've picked apart and tweaked and used as inspiration - I can't give proper credit to all the influential folks involved. It's much smaller than it appears, as I switch up resource packs and keep taking screen shots until I get it just right within the limited space and options there are.
Most recent contributors I would like to thank that I can recall would be Glimmar, _Angie, Captain_Redblock, some of the extremely talented Pancake crew, SuperYoshi, TWISTeD and his crew for keeping me funded during my funk, rodabon for being a loyal reader, Patiencemarie (GirlsGonnaGameBro, or whatever the heck you called yourself back then), and my steadfast St. Chien council for leaving me the hell alone when I get in the zone with my building, but still opening up their virtual wallets to support the cause.
If you, or anyone else is interested in having your worlds, builds or servers worked into this ever increasing survival story fabric, let me know. I can't guarantee anything, but if a future story line works its way into my wiggly worm brain, we can figure something out. I have airship, will travel!
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Day 211 - The Potato Locat-O-Matic 3000
After visiting late into the night and telling Professor Glimmarspark all my troubles and concerns, he assured me he would do his best to help me find a solution. First thing in the morning we visited the city library to learn what we could about tracking wayward potatoes.
We then took a short break for lunch and resumed our studies back at the Professors residence. From the marvelous resources and tomes procured from the library we were able to re-purpose another of the Professors devices into a crude tracking or homing device tunable to potato protein. We did not have any actual potatoes present to test it on, so I will have to hope all the measurements where done correctly without a test subject. With the device complete it was already late into the night, so I have decided to wait until morning to depart back to St. Chien to continue the search for Mr. Peckingsworth. I pray to the chicken deities this device works.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Day 213 - Po-tay-toe, Po-tat-oh
Upon arriving back in St. Chien I quickly broke out the Potato Locat-O-Matic 3000. Little did I realize that the standard plug outlets at Professor Glimmarsparks home were not the same voltage and size as those in St. Chien. Therefore I had to spend my first few hours rigging up a way to power the Potato Locat-O-Matic via batteries I constructed out of - wouldn't you know it - potatoes. After firing it up I immediately received a good signal and ping back from the northwest. I set off into the hills behind the landing pad.
Within two hours I had narrowed the search area down to a steep cliff face on the far side of a distance hilly range. It was slow going having to scramble up, over, and under the scraggly, boulder strewn cliff side area, but I managed to locate a small cave opening. Lo and behold I found Mr. Peckingsworth!
I wrapped him is a warm comfy burlap towel and took him back to Chateau Chien where I drew him a nice hot bath. Surely once Mr. Peckingsworth has recovered from his escapade, he with have quite the story to relate.
Welcome home, Mr. Peckingsworth. Now don't ever do that to me again!
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Day 215 - An Attempt at a Semblance of Normal
I have attempted to return to work in an effort of providing calm and direction for the citizens of St. Chien. Mr. Peckingsworth still remains withdrawn and sullen, but I would think that would be expected considering the events as of late. I have instructed him to rest and only return to work when he has felt his strength and sanity has returned. I sometimes catch a glimpse of him working in the small carrot and sugarcane gardens in the back area of the chateau.
I also learned that during my absence a shambling horde of zombies managed to breach the incomplete section of Chateau Chiens walls to the northeast. I am rather perturbed that the cheateau residence ignored my explicit instructions to guard the area round the clock. Due to their negligence we lost quite a few good citizens. A blacksmith, two toolsmiths, all the farmers, a leatherworker, and a cleric. It appears that the devastation of the attack was horrid. There were no remains remaining to either cure or even give proper burials. I am highly suspicious of the stories being reported at this time as there seems to be a large percentage of surviving librarians, clerics, and fishermen. Where were these citizens when the fiasco broke out? Why were they not harmed during this undead onslaught? We will work tirelessly to remedy this wall breach in question to prevent this sort of attack again, but I will be watching this lot very closely. Mark my words, if I find out evil shenanigans are afoot...
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Are the images broken or is it just me?
by c0yote
I tried it with terrible results. I gave my wife my glasses for a second, a creeper showed up and now my wife is pregnant.
Stupid 3D..
I double checked and clicked on the spoiler images on this page and they all worked. Hopefully it's something only temporary on your side.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/minecraft-discussion/survival-mode/2372609-journal-the-ballad-of-dirtdog
Mr. Peckingsworth is back! I hope he returns to his former spunky self very soon As for those villagers, could be something....Could be nothing....Librarians are well read, and perhaps know how to avoid zombies; Clerics have the Chicken Deities on their side (the deceased must have been weak in faith); and maybe zombies don't like the smell of fish.....I would still keep an eye out...
Day 217 - A Startling Discovery
My increased vigilance has unearthed quite possibly the most vile thing imaginable. I believe the villagers have begun creating an unground rebellion.
As I became more suspicious of the comings and goings of the remaining "learned" residents of Chateau Chein, I noticed they seemed to disappear during certain times throughout the day. These disappearances were also the same group of villagers, time after time, and they specifically stole away when not in the company of certain other villagers - primarily the tradesfolks; the various smithys, the farmers, and the fishermen.
During one of these disappearances I followed at a safe distance to garner more information as to their whereabouts during these disappearances. After an obvious attempt to throw anyone following off their trail, they ended at the IronDog Blacksmith Shop which also serves as the main entrance to the DogHole Mines. I remained well hidden until I witnessed many of the suspected villagers leave the blacksmith shop after which I descended into the mines myself.
What I found was unnerving and I cannot imagine it being possible to be misconstrued as anything but heinous. This group seems to have commandeered the explosives storage room and installed a set of double locking, blast-proof doors. Once inside I observed the explosives stockpile was much higher than I have approved of and the numbers on hand did not match the invoices listed up at the Chateau Chiens records room library. In addition to the stockpile of highly dangerous substances, they where various maps, diagram, blueprints, and schematics of many key St. Chien buildings and landmarks including Chateau Chien itself! Propaganda literature and posters littered the room and I was able to find a convent roster listing many of the members involved.
This has been a very interesting discovery indeed. I think it is time to begin the construction of a suitable gallows...
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Enjoyed the story! Very clever and entertaining.way to go Dog!
Continue with the rebellion please!!
Day 219 - The Recruiter
I have devised a plan to infiltrate this heinous group and expose the rabble rousers. The first step in this plan will require me to identify the truely loyal and devout citizens of St. Chien and followers of the Good Cluckings of the 7th Day Chickenist teachings. Therefore I have begun to observe the villagers in secret, documenting every move; every interaction. Hopefully I will glean from this whom among them is strong, trustworthy, and efficient.
I have beseeched the chicken deities to send me a group of capable followers that I may train them in the ancient art of subterfuge, the highly guarded method of eggspionage, and the mysterious practice of infiltration. Provided I am blessed with these citizens I am searching for I will utilize them in an attempt to root out these rebellious villagers and stomp out this insurrection before too many citizens are hurt.
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