I'm writing a Minecraft story...and, well, it's neither done nor is what IS done fully edited. So, feedback, mistakes, opinions, and stuff you think should happen next is all awesome.
Oh. And another thing: Obviously, a bunch of this is made up, but a good portion really did happen, I really do have the lair mentioned below, and what was made up was inspired by real events.
...but no, I did not jump on TWO Ghasts. That would be silly,
FYI: I put this here instead of under another board because yeah. So exactly.
EDIT: Just because it's long doesn't mean you shouldn't read it. Haters, don't hate. Just don't bother voting or commenting and leave. Saying how stupid I am does nothing but make you feel more like a troll-and you've failed at even that.
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I remember nothing.
Well, that's not STRICTLY true. Not really.
I remember hazy images. Snowy tundras, large deserts, massive mountains... I remember a castle, in the distance. I remember...underground. Deep down. Darkness.
I remember a strange hissing sound... "ssssssssss."
The sound felt strange on my tongue, as if it shouldn't be spoken aloud. I stood up, and survey my surroundings.
A summary:
Mountains to the west and south, with some lakes in sandy beaches to the southwest. A forest to the northwest, advancing on to another mountain to the north. To the east, fog covers the distance, leaving land to be explored.
An odd thought crosses my head, to the effect of, "Oh, crap, not again."
Ignoring this, I roll up my sleeves, advance to the nearest tree, and without a second thought, begin punching wood.
That was 3 years ago. That night, I remember sitting in a wood cabin, and hearing that strange hissing sound, before shortly finding myself in a meeting with mayhem. Giant spiders, larger than possible, skeletons, firing arrows at my face, moaning zombies running at me, and worst, the hissing creepy creatures...I've named them Creepers. Not the most original name, but the most fitting. Besides, who's to criticize it? I'm alone here.
I've found weaknesses for these beings. Sunlight. Fire. Water. Effective tools in a land of nothing. These creatures, they cannot swim underwater well, and sunlight is death to most of them...for others, they merely become docile, ignoring my actions. I've planted traps, created weapons. I've done what I can to combat these things, as temporary measures while I try to find an escape.
I've explored other islands. I've created a minetrack, following me, leading to safety, and wherever I go, I always place a track and a torch behind me, so I can ride to protection. They hate my torches...they hate light. They'll never appear near my light. They used to be more afraid, once, of light, cowering before it, avoiding it at every turn, but no more. They've come closer than they used to. They've hunted me under the sun.
I've explored outward, in hopes of finding somewhere where those creatures won't follow me, but they always do. So I've gained a new mission.
Safe haven.
Create a safe haven. Have a home. Hide.
And when the time is right, strike.
Kill every one of these things if I must. Wipe them out, obliterate them, from the face of my world. Light everything, stretching from corner to corner, to drive them out. Get them away from me.
This has been my mission. In my 3 years here, this has been my goal. I've expanded, evolved. And my base is magnificent.
I've named him S.A.U.L. Super Awesome Underground Lair.
Creepers can explode. They do this when they ask for a hug and you don't give them one, but there are too many to hug, so they just end up exploding all in your face all the time. Unless I use valuable materials, there's no way to make walls that can block their explosions out. So I've developed other entrances.
Underwater entrances, where you must swim below the depths of the land and into a cavern. That's one of my favorites. Entrances in the sides of mountains, where I must use a boat to climb a waterfall and then hop on little floating ponds I've created to enter. Entrances where you must hurl yourself into lava, albeit for a short period of time, before recovering your life with food stocked in chests nearby. These keep the monsters at bay...sometimes.
Take, for example, the water entrance. While genius in design, the creatures CAN get inside--via other entrances, tunneling, exploding, and other methods, they can gain access to my main door. So I've set up backups. I've made three layers of base, each one having the option to completely quarantine itself from the outer layers. Even if a siege was planned, I would be able to escape into the depths. Each layer is slightly safer, but harder to get out of; thus, when mining for minerals, I often stay in the outer layers. I've found many minerals underground--and spiders. And these slimy things. I've made ways of covering my tracks as I run; buttons that only open iron doors for JUST ENOUGH TIME for me to slip through before it closes behind me (I must be careful not to slow, or I'll be trapped). Thin hallways, just wide enough to squeeze through, with easily breakable trap doors in the ceiling--busting one of them will result in a large mound of gravel and sand falling, meaning I can run past, whack a door, and let the falling gravel slow my enemies. I have automatic storage minecarts, so that in the case of an attack, I can send a minecart with my most important minerals to safety while I try to fend off the attackers. I've built cannons into the walls of the mountains, aiming into the giant valley where I line. I've planted mines in the ground, so unwary enemies will find themselves blown to bits. I've done far too many things to protect myself...and yet, still, they come.
They always come.
My innermost quarantined layer is a vault--impossible to break out of unless I throw a one-use-only switch. Once I use it, I'll have to reload it after. This Safe House is covered with a strange substance I've found VERY far below the surface, which seems to be unbreakable, and a dark purple rock found near lava and water. I've stocked it with my most valuable things, enough to survive forever. Torches light the entire room like day, so no one will get inside. A tower climbs to the very heavens, letting me see in the distance forever...it took quite some time to make a tower that I could see out of that was equally secure. Tedious.
If I'm in my safe room and it seems like I'll never escape, there's one last plan.
I've built another safe house, far from my first base, accessible through various water canals and tracks, leading from the top of my tower. So I have one simple option:
I can throw the lever in the south wall.
This does two things: Firstly, it activates a complex mechanism that activates in approx. 40 seconds, after which the door out of my vault and into the tracks to my other safe room closes permanently and the door from the tracks to my other safe house opens. It takes 38 seconds to get to the tracks, so I must run after throwing the switch.
Secondly, the world explodes.
This switch fires every cannon until they run out of explosives, blows up every land mine, activates every trap, and pours lava down the entrances to my lair, burning all creatures attempting to attack me. I also have some lava flows down the mountain sides into the valley, which is the creatures only good attack point, flooding them out.
This eliminates every creature attacking me. In theory.
I would lose my hard earned materials, my wonderful base. I'd be able to keep a few things, which would go on a storage cart following my escape, and I'd have my other safe-house...but I'd never be able to return.
I must hope that such an attack never happens.
Today is my 1096th day here. I write this as a story for whoever comes after me, when they find what I found in a dungeon the other day.
It was purple.
I'd found it near a GIANT obsidian mine, with blocks ranging up 6 meters and over 20. Gaps were everywhere...but I was in uncharted territory. I had no defenses here except my iron sword and bow--with only 24 arrows left. Despite all my efforts, I seemed trapped.
I was being tracked by some creepers and a few spiders, and I could hear arrows being fired in the distance. I needed an escape, but I couldn't mine the purple rock fast enough. I was long since out of torches--I had to live off of my flint and steel, being guided by its light for a few moments before it went out again. Running as fast as I could, I threw fire on the ground once more...and was surprised not to see fire come, but something different.
It looked like a purple energy field, 2 by 3 meters, stuck in this wall of purple rock. It was surrounded on all sides, and gave off a little light. I was terrified, but I didn't have a lot of options. Holding my breath I leapt in...and nothing happened.
An arrow hit the rock next to my head, causing me to exhale my hard-earned breath.
Turning, I saw dozens of the accursed creatures, running at me like I was their only enemy--which I probably was. They looked odd, distorted...Everything did, in fact.
Everything was turning purple and swirly.
Gasping, I felt myself fade, and suddenly cease to exist.
I woke to flames.
Rising suddenly, I found myself staring at what seemed to be a rotting, stinking, armed, walking pig. Jumping back, (for I was understandably scared) I reached for my sword, before cutting myself off short due to my sudden realization that the pig didn't seem very hostile. He jumped over me to join another pig, which in turn joined a clan of about 6 others.
Sighing, I let out another breath of relief, and rose to search my surroundings. It seemed that I was in a giant underground cavern, with glowing gold rocks floating above me, lavafalls and lavalakes all around me, and this strange mud that seemed to have faces on it. Were they the faces of Creepers? They certainly looked it. My movement seemed halted by the stuff.
Most of this world was covered in blood-red stone, which I nicknamed Bloodrock, for lack of creativity. Climbing a hill of it, and making note of the numerous fires around that didn't seem to go out, I looked out further into the land. My higher vantage point was sure to help see past the dense red fog, but to no avail. Turning to check the other coast, I jumped.
I was face to face with a giant, sad-looking flying jellyfish.
I blinked.
It blinked.
I slowly stood from the sudden crouch I had not noticed I'd fallen into. Watching carefully, I wondered if all creatures in this land were docile.
It promptly shot a fireball into my face, sending me off the mountain and on top of my portal.
Jumping down, I grabbed my bow and aimed carefully...before I could fire, I noticed something.
The pigs were squealing. And running around. Trying to hide from these ghosts--no, Ghast is a better title for these things. Four more had snuck up on us, and we were all running around like lunatics and fools trying to hide from the things. Quickly, I improvised, mining into the rock (it was very brittle) and covering up my hole with stone. I made a door with a pressure pad to open it, and lit the place with my flint and steel. The bloodrock kept the fires lit.
I suddenly noticed a zombie pig guy in my house. The door opened, and another came in. They stopped making noise and hung about.
I was amazed. This was unlike anything I'd seen.
These creatures were being friendly to me...AND they were smart!
I'd met friendly creatures back home, ducks and cows and things. They never paid attention to me. But these pigmen were being my friends...
I quickly began building them shelter.
Together, although we knew nothing of each other's communications, we learned. My portal had gone out in the Ghast attack, and I didn't know how to fix it, so I was forced to stay a while. They showed me the ways of this world--everything could be mined, although they could only use their hands while I had tools, they could mine the rocks. They didn't know what to do with them, so they gave them to me, and I build massive structures, castles to protect them. My home-world rocks were lowering in stock quickly, I had so little. But we did our best. We were friends. We were companions in a world of nothing but hostility and solitude...we were each other's only source of comfort. A source of light in a world of dark.
Then, there were the Ghasts.
The ghastly Ghasts were always a threat, lighting the world ablaze and trying to wipe us off of the face of wherever we were. I had long since run out of arrows, and building towers to reach them and kill them with swords only did so much good, but the Pigmen knew another way to combat them.
Fireballs.
I'd started off punching wood, and now to save me and my friends' lives, I would punch fireballs. The fire flew back to the Ghasts, killing them quickly. I lost many friends to the Ghasts, and yet we prevailed in these fights more and more.
The Pigmen offered me the remains of their dead, which revived what damage I'd taken and nourished me. They were kind. I was helpful.
One day, they even tried to show me how to relight the portal.
My flint and steel, almost useless by now, was the key. By lighting the purple rock frame, I could reopen the portal. I quickly found this true...and sad.
This meant I could leave my friends, something I didn't want to do.
I could always come back, with more tools, and help them further...but I wanted to return home. It was troubling, so I decided to get some sleep and figure it out in what I hoped was the morning.
Come morning, I found myself under attack.
The Pigmen were already up and squealing, trying to wake me (I was their best warrior and I had the tools to repair broken walls). I leapt out of my makeshift bed (which wasn't really anything more than the floor, when I thought about it) and ran outside, begging to find hope, but only to find chaos.
Our base on a mountain was rapidly becoming a floating island.
The Ghasts had grown smart. By mining away below us, we'd eventually be standing on a floating island above a lava-lake, making us easy kill: Just shoot the ground below our feet and watch us fall. Also, a lot of our island was gravel...if they blew up whatever was under it, that gravel would fall...and if there was a pig standing on the gravel at that moment...
I ran to the cliff edge, checking my portal on the way: It was intact, but no longer lit. Looking over the cliff, I found myself ignored by most of the Ghasts, who were busily mining away below me. I had nothing to throw anymore, and no way to get their attention...if they threw no fireballs at me, I could not attack them. I could hardly mine down to them--the floor beneath me was the only non-lava below me, at this point. All that the mining would do was kill me faster.
Despair. I was overwhelmed with nothing but.
I considered my options. What could I do? I saw no way to kill the Ghasts (I backed away from the ledge at this point), so I couldn't stop the assault. Could I build a bridge to safe land? (Having backed away, I saw the pigs, still in hiding)...Possibly, but I would have to use Bloodrock, as it was the only material I had enough of to make a bridge, and the Ghasts could just blow it up.
A thought occurred to me: Could I escape through the portal? (The edge of the island was rapidly reaching that of the portal)
I knew that I could, personally, escape, but my fellow friends had shown an obvious discomfort towards my portal...I doubted they would cherish the thought of using it, and who knew what was on the other side? Creepers, waiting to explode? Spiders? It was doubtful that the same creatures were there, as it had been a long time (There was no way to count the days)...but it was dark there. Besides, I couldn't abandon my friends in a crisis. Not this type of crisis, at least.
It was at this moment of thought that a Ghast tried to blow a fireball in my face.
I was so angry, so INFURIATIED at this point, that I just exploded at this poor Ghast:
"WHY ARE YOU UNFAIR TO ME? ALL THIS WORLD HAS BEEN IS UNFAIR TO ME! I'VE HAD TO WORK DAY AND NIGHT TO SAVE MY OWN LIFE, BUILD SAFTEY, HIDE FROM STUPID EXPLODING MONSTERS THAT JUST WANT A HUG, AND YOU GIVE ME THIS? WELL, CREEP YOU, YOU SON OF A ZOMBIE!"
The Ghast threw another fireball at the edge of the ledge, nowhere near me, but I was so enraged that I cast aside logical thought and did something absurd.
I ran to the edge of the ledge and jumped. In midair, I smacked that fireball harder than the world around me knew. It flew at the Ghast, killing it instantly, and I heard the cries and screams of the pigs behind me. Cheering?
Wait, no. Mourning. Mourning me and the fact that I'd just jumped off a cliff.
"Oh, Crap."
Thump. I remember that sound. It was a willowy thump, like if you'd just jumped off of a building into a snare drum covered by a giant pillow.
Looking down, I saw my shins resting on the back of a Ghast, who had previously been steadily blowing fire into the cliffside--or the bottom of what was now a floating island. Looking up, I saw a lone brave pigman, looking over the edge. The same pigmen I saw my first day here. Once our eyes met, he let out a mighty lion's roar of happiness, and the other pigs joined in. I would've too, but I was mostly trying really hard not to vomit as the Ghast I was riding on decided to spin around rapidly, float slowly upward, and shoot fireballs everywhere.
The pigmen quickly took cover. I dug my hands into the Ghast, so as not to fall. Having an idea, I crouched down, took a deep breath, and smacked a fireball as it left the Ghasts mouth.
The resulting explosion threw me into the air, high enough that I was certain I would fall to my death for my mistake...until I landed on another Ghast above.
That's right. I landed on another Ghast.
The sheer impossibility of the stunt I had just pulled off seemed to silence the world. I had blown up an indescribably evil creature of which I had been RIDING, only to land on another.
I was a ninja. I was a warrior. I was a god.
[Author's note: If you have it, start playing a really good and energetic Pendulum song now.]
I found that punching this ghast got it to lower, so I carefully "drove" my Ghast to the ground before jumping off, turning, and reflecting its newest fireball back to it, taking it out.
Shakily, I stood and surveyed the island.
The Ghasts had left, thanks to my stunt. The Pigmen were slowly exiting cover. My portal was at the very edge of the island, almost entirely annihilated, but still intact. It was in just well enough condition to work.
Taking some meat with permission from the pigs, I healed my wounds, considered my situation, and went to the Pigs. Motioning best I could, I tried to explain that I wanted to go home. They began making a rather lot of noise, and crowding an edge of the island. Looking, I saw that they were looking at land on the other side.
I took a hint and quickly got out my last real stone, and built a bridge from this island to the rest of the world. They quickly ran over...but before they did, one stopped, came over to me, and hopped into the air just once...before running off with the rest.
Turning, with a smile on my face, I took my last use of my Flint and Steel to relight the portal. Looking behind me, I caught one last glimpse of my only friends in this world before they escaped over the horizon...then the fog covering them became very purple and misty...
I woke to familiarity.
I was not in the cave I had left in. Rather, I found myself in a storage room, near the second layer of my home base. Running outside, I saw that it was daylight. I was home...and somehow, that portal was now in my base.
Rather convenient.
It occurred to me then that I had ensured my safety. I had a secure base, and I was home. I had a portal to my friends. Turning slowly, a thought dawned on me.
I stocked my tools, grabbed LOTS of stone and iron and food, as well as some other essentials, and ran back into my portal.
Running across my makeshift bridge, I moved faster than I ever thought possible, trying my hardest to follow the path I was sure my friends had taken. I wanted to catch up with them. I could show them my home. I was safe! They could be too. I could build them a base, with traps, to protect them against the Ghasts. No more would they be picked off over time by those evil creatures! No more would--
I was interrupted in my thoughts when I suddenly heard a boom and began falling...
A Ghast had blown up the ground. The fall had resulted in a fatal injury, and I needed to hide, as fast as possible. The Ghast was floating down to me, and I was in no condition to fight. Lava was on all sides, close...my head...the world was fading fast...
Opening my pack, I pulled out some of that purple rock. I made a formation similar to the portals I'd seen, and covered the area with stone. The Ghast was close now, almost close enough to fire. I grabbed my Flint and Steel and jumped into the portal, lighting it as I did. The Ghast fired a fireball at me, and I saw as it grew purple and hazy...
The tone keeps changing from super serious to passive, its aggravating.
Its not bad though.
Its a lot of complaining, but its not bad. A good start for something better if you work on it.
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I click yours, you should help a brother out and click mine too :-)
I kept falling asleep and forgetting what style I'd been writing it in...I'll go back and fix it when I'm awake.
And if by "complaining" you mean that Mr. Minecrafter Dude is a depressed guy, imagine how you would feel if strange green things tried to explode in your face while screaming for a hug in some strange world you suddenly found yourself in. Also, he has to punch trees . It's a rough life.
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I kept falling asleep and forgetting what style I'd been writing it in...I'll go back and fix it when I'm awake.
And if by "complaining" you mean that Mr. Minecrafter Dude is a depressed guy, imagine how you would feel if strange green things tried to explode in your face while screaming for a hug in some strange world you suddenly found yourself in. Also, he has to punch trees . It's a rough life.
I'm just calling it the way I see it.
Like I said, working on the tone will change that. So far it sounds like a mix between an adventurer's log and a girl's diary.
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I click yours, you should help a brother out and click mine too :-)
I kept falling asleep and forgetting what style I'd been writing it in...I'll go back and fix it when I'm awake.
And if by "complaining" you mean that Mr. Minecrafter Dude is a depressed guy, imagine how you would feel if strange green things tried to explode in your face while screaming for a hug in some strange world you suddenly found yourself in. Also, he has to punch trees . It's a rough life.
I'm just calling it the way I see it.
Like I said, working on the tone will change that. So far it sounds like a mix between an adventurer's log and a girl's diary.
...okay then, point taken.
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I hate to say this, honestly, but tl;dr
I usually enjoy these little stories and do my best to read them through all the way, but this one was simply too long. Too daunting a task to read through in one sitting. Perhaps you should split it into sections or something? On the whole it seems good enough, but it's simply too long at the moment IMO.
I hate to say this, honestly, but tl;dr
I usually enjoy these little stories and do my best to read them through all the way, but this one was simply too long. Too daunting a task to read through in one sitting. Perhaps you should split it into sections or something? On the whole it seems good enough, but it's simply too long at the moment IMO.
Chapters? More than one post? Shorten it?
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i hate to say this but minecraft isn't one about writing stories about.
That's...true.
But I had a need to:
1. Brag about my awesome base
2. Brag about my awesome Ghast riding skill
3. Brag about finding a freaking huge vein of pretty purple rock, of which naturally formed a portal
4. Waste several hours.
This seemed like a good way to do that!
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I actually kind of liked the tone changes somewhat, but they need to be a bit more... not sure. subtle? gradual? read the whole thing, enjoyed it, would continue to read should you continue the story.
Heh actually I enjoyed that' look forward to what you've got in mind next.
If I recall notch is planning somthing more with the pigmen, I dunno it'll be nice to have something sentient out there other than your self. Certainly seems like your minecrafter has gotten quite paranoid his solitude so looks like these guys are a blessing for him if any thing eh? Hm now that I think of it where we have zombie pigmen in the nether why not er "living" pigmen in the regular world hm? Somthing to ponder.
I actually kind of liked the tone changes somewhat, but they need to be a bit more... not sure. subtle? gradual? read the whole thing, enjoyed it, would continue to read should you continue the story.
Also, Your topic title worked.
I've used that topic title in other things, and it works ALLLL the time. People have no idea what it'll be about, sure, but they'll find out!
Glad someone liked the rambling tone changes thing...It's partially my writing style--which totally has no flow but is positively comparable to DNA's work--and partially my aforementioned falling asleep while working.
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Oh. And another thing: Obviously, a bunch of this is made up, but a good portion really did happen, I really do have the lair mentioned below, and what was made up was inspired by real events.
...but no, I did not jump on TWO Ghasts. That would be silly,
FYI: I put this here instead of under another board because yeah. So exactly.
EDIT: Just because it's long doesn't mean you shouldn't read it. Haters, don't hate. Just don't bother voting or commenting and leave. Saying how stupid I am does nothing but make you feel more like a troll-and you've failed at even that.
ANOTHER EDIT: THE UPDATES ARE ACTUALLY UP NOW!
I remember nothing.
Well, that's not STRICTLY true. Not really.
I remember hazy images. Snowy tundras, large deserts, massive mountains... I remember a castle, in the distance. I remember...underground. Deep down. Darkness.
I remember a strange hissing sound... "ssssssssss."
The sound felt strange on my tongue, as if it shouldn't be spoken aloud. I stood up, and survey my surroundings.
A summary:
Mountains to the west and south, with some lakes in sandy beaches to the southwest. A forest to the northwest, advancing on to another mountain to the north. To the east, fog covers the distance, leaving land to be explored.
An odd thought crosses my head, to the effect of, "Oh, crap, not again."
Ignoring this, I roll up my sleeves, advance to the nearest tree, and without a second thought, begin punching wood.
That was 3 years ago. That night, I remember sitting in a wood cabin, and hearing that strange hissing sound, before shortly finding myself in a meeting with mayhem. Giant spiders, larger than possible, skeletons, firing arrows at my face, moaning zombies running at me, and worst, the hissing creepy creatures...I've named them Creepers. Not the most original name, but the most fitting. Besides, who's to criticize it? I'm alone here.
I've found weaknesses for these beings. Sunlight. Fire. Water. Effective tools in a land of nothing. These creatures, they cannot swim underwater well, and sunlight is death to most of them...for others, they merely become docile, ignoring my actions. I've planted traps, created weapons. I've done what I can to combat these things, as temporary measures while I try to find an escape.
I've explored other islands. I've created a minetrack, following me, leading to safety, and wherever I go, I always place a track and a torch behind me, so I can ride to protection. They hate my torches...they hate light. They'll never appear near my light. They used to be more afraid, once, of light, cowering before it, avoiding it at every turn, but no more. They've come closer than they used to. They've hunted me under the sun.
I've explored outward, in hopes of finding somewhere where those creatures won't follow me, but they always do. So I've gained a new mission.
Safe haven.
Create a safe haven. Have a home. Hide.
And when the time is right, strike.
Kill every one of these things if I must. Wipe them out, obliterate them, from the face of my world. Light everything, stretching from corner to corner, to drive them out. Get them away from me.
This has been my mission. In my 3 years here, this has been my goal. I've expanded, evolved. And my base is magnificent.
I've named him S.A.U.L. Super Awesome Underground Lair.
Creepers can explode. They do this when they ask for a hug and you don't give them one, but there are too many to hug, so they just end up exploding all in your face all the time. Unless I use valuable materials, there's no way to make walls that can block their explosions out. So I've developed other entrances.
Underwater entrances, where you must swim below the depths of the land and into a cavern. That's one of my favorites. Entrances in the sides of mountains, where I must use a boat to climb a waterfall and then hop on little floating ponds I've created to enter. Entrances where you must hurl yourself into lava, albeit for a short period of time, before recovering your life with food stocked in chests nearby. These keep the monsters at bay...sometimes.
Take, for example, the water entrance. While genius in design, the creatures CAN get inside--via other entrances, tunneling, exploding, and other methods, they can gain access to my main door. So I've set up backups. I've made three layers of base, each one having the option to completely quarantine itself from the outer layers. Even if a siege was planned, I would be able to escape into the depths. Each layer is slightly safer, but harder to get out of; thus, when mining for minerals, I often stay in the outer layers. I've found many minerals underground--and spiders. And these slimy things. I've made ways of covering my tracks as I run; buttons that only open iron doors for JUST ENOUGH TIME for me to slip through before it closes behind me (I must be careful not to slow, or I'll be trapped). Thin hallways, just wide enough to squeeze through, with easily breakable trap doors in the ceiling--busting one of them will result in a large mound of gravel and sand falling, meaning I can run past, whack a door, and let the falling gravel slow my enemies. I have automatic storage minecarts, so that in the case of an attack, I can send a minecart with my most important minerals to safety while I try to fend off the attackers. I've built cannons into the walls of the mountains, aiming into the giant valley where I line. I've planted mines in the ground, so unwary enemies will find themselves blown to bits. I've done far too many things to protect myself...and yet, still, they come.
They always come.
My innermost quarantined layer is a vault--impossible to break out of unless I throw a one-use-only switch. Once I use it, I'll have to reload it after. This Safe House is covered with a strange substance I've found VERY far below the surface, which seems to be unbreakable, and a dark purple rock found near lava and water. I've stocked it with my most valuable things, enough to survive forever. Torches light the entire room like day, so no one will get inside. A tower climbs to the very heavens, letting me see in the distance forever...it took quite some time to make a tower that I could see out of that was equally secure. Tedious.
If I'm in my safe room and it seems like I'll never escape, there's one last plan.
I've built another safe house, far from my first base, accessible through various water canals and tracks, leading from the top of my tower. So I have one simple option:
I can throw the lever in the south wall.
This does two things: Firstly, it activates a complex mechanism that activates in approx. 40 seconds, after which the door out of my vault and into the tracks to my other safe room closes permanently and the door from the tracks to my other safe house opens. It takes 38 seconds to get to the tracks, so I must run after throwing the switch.
Secondly, the world explodes.
This switch fires every cannon until they run out of explosives, blows up every land mine, activates every trap, and pours lava down the entrances to my lair, burning all creatures attempting to attack me. I also have some lava flows down the mountain sides into the valley, which is the creatures only good attack point, flooding them out.
This eliminates every creature attacking me. In theory.
I would lose my hard earned materials, my wonderful base. I'd be able to keep a few things, which would go on a storage cart following my escape, and I'd have my other safe-house...but I'd never be able to return.
I must hope that such an attack never happens.
Today is my 1096th day here. I write this as a story for whoever comes after me, when they find what I found in a dungeon the other day.
It was purple.
I'd found it near a GIANT obsidian mine, with blocks ranging up 6 meters and over 20. Gaps were everywhere...but I was in uncharted territory. I had no defenses here except my iron sword and bow--with only 24 arrows left. Despite all my efforts, I seemed trapped.
I was being tracked by some creepers and a few spiders, and I could hear arrows being fired in the distance. I needed an escape, but I couldn't mine the purple rock fast enough. I was long since out of torches--I had to live off of my flint and steel, being guided by its light for a few moments before it went out again. Running as fast as I could, I threw fire on the ground once more...and was surprised not to see fire come, but something different.
It looked like a purple energy field, 2 by 3 meters, stuck in this wall of purple rock. It was surrounded on all sides, and gave off a little light. I was terrified, but I didn't have a lot of options. Holding my breath I leapt in...and nothing happened.
An arrow hit the rock next to my head, causing me to exhale my hard-earned breath.
Turning, I saw dozens of the accursed creatures, running at me like I was their only enemy--which I probably was. They looked odd, distorted...Everything did, in fact.
Everything was turning purple and swirly.
Gasping, I felt myself fade, and suddenly cease to exist.
I woke to flames.
Rising suddenly, I found myself staring at what seemed to be a rotting, stinking, armed, walking pig. Jumping back, (for I was understandably scared) I reached for my sword, before cutting myself off short due to my sudden realization that the pig didn't seem very hostile. He jumped over me to join another pig, which in turn joined a clan of about 6 others.
Sighing, I let out another breath of relief, and rose to search my surroundings. It seemed that I was in a giant underground cavern, with glowing gold rocks floating above me, lavafalls and lavalakes all around me, and this strange mud that seemed to have faces on it. Were they the faces of Creepers? They certainly looked it. My movement seemed halted by the stuff.
Most of this world was covered in blood-red stone, which I nicknamed Bloodrock, for lack of creativity. Climbing a hill of it, and making note of the numerous fires around that didn't seem to go out, I looked out further into the land. My higher vantage point was sure to help see past the dense red fog, but to no avail. Turning to check the other coast, I jumped.
I was face to face with a giant, sad-looking flying jellyfish.
I blinked.
It blinked.
I slowly stood from the sudden crouch I had not noticed I'd fallen into. Watching carefully, I wondered if all creatures in this land were docile.
It promptly shot a fireball into my face, sending me off the mountain and on top of my portal.
Jumping down, I grabbed my bow and aimed carefully...before I could fire, I noticed something.
The pigs were squealing. And running around. Trying to hide from these ghosts--no, Ghast is a better title for these things. Four more had snuck up on us, and we were all running around like lunatics and fools trying to hide from the things. Quickly, I improvised, mining into the rock (it was very brittle) and covering up my hole with stone. I made a door with a pressure pad to open it, and lit the place with my flint and steel. The bloodrock kept the fires lit.
I suddenly noticed a zombie pig guy in my house. The door opened, and another came in. They stopped making noise and hung about.
I was amazed. This was unlike anything I'd seen.
These creatures were being friendly to me...AND they were smart!
I'd met friendly creatures back home, ducks and cows and things. They never paid attention to me. But these pigmen were being my friends...
I quickly began building them shelter.
Together, although we knew nothing of each other's communications, we learned. My portal had gone out in the Ghast attack, and I didn't know how to fix it, so I was forced to stay a while. They showed me the ways of this world--everything could be mined, although they could only use their hands while I had tools, they could mine the rocks. They didn't know what to do with them, so they gave them to me, and I build massive structures, castles to protect them. My home-world rocks were lowering in stock quickly, I had so little. But we did our best. We were friends. We were companions in a world of nothing but hostility and solitude...we were each other's only source of comfort. A source of light in a world of dark.
Then, there were the Ghasts.
The ghastly Ghasts were always a threat, lighting the world ablaze and trying to wipe us off of the face of wherever we were. I had long since run out of arrows, and building towers to reach them and kill them with swords only did so much good, but the Pigmen knew another way to combat them.
Fireballs.
I'd started off punching wood, and now to save me and my friends' lives, I would punch fireballs. The fire flew back to the Ghasts, killing them quickly. I lost many friends to the Ghasts, and yet we prevailed in these fights more and more.
The Pigmen offered me the remains of their dead, which revived what damage I'd taken and nourished me. They were kind. I was helpful.
One day, they even tried to show me how to relight the portal.
My flint and steel, almost useless by now, was the key. By lighting the purple rock frame, I could reopen the portal. I quickly found this true...and sad.
This meant I could leave my friends, something I didn't want to do.
I could always come back, with more tools, and help them further...but I wanted to return home. It was troubling, so I decided to get some sleep and figure it out in what I hoped was the morning.
Come morning, I found myself under attack.
The Pigmen were already up and squealing, trying to wake me (I was their best warrior and I had the tools to repair broken walls). I leapt out of my makeshift bed (which wasn't really anything more than the floor, when I thought about it) and ran outside, begging to find hope, but only to find chaos.
Our base on a mountain was rapidly becoming a floating island.
The Ghasts had grown smart. By mining away below us, we'd eventually be standing on a floating island above a lava-lake, making us easy kill: Just shoot the ground below our feet and watch us fall. Also, a lot of our island was gravel...if they blew up whatever was under it, that gravel would fall...and if there was a pig standing on the gravel at that moment...
I ran to the cliff edge, checking my portal on the way: It was intact, but no longer lit. Looking over the cliff, I found myself ignored by most of the Ghasts, who were busily mining away below me. I had nothing to throw anymore, and no way to get their attention...if they threw no fireballs at me, I could not attack them. I could hardly mine down to them--the floor beneath me was the only non-lava below me, at this point. All that the mining would do was kill me faster.
Despair. I was overwhelmed with nothing but.
I considered my options. What could I do? I saw no way to kill the Ghasts (I backed away from the ledge at this point), so I couldn't stop the assault. Could I build a bridge to safe land? (Having backed away, I saw the pigs, still in hiding)...Possibly, but I would have to use Bloodrock, as it was the only material I had enough of to make a bridge, and the Ghasts could just blow it up.
A thought occurred to me: Could I escape through the portal? (The edge of the island was rapidly reaching that of the portal)
I knew that I could, personally, escape, but my fellow friends had shown an obvious discomfort towards my portal...I doubted they would cherish the thought of using it, and who knew what was on the other side? Creepers, waiting to explode? Spiders? It was doubtful that the same creatures were there, as it had been a long time (There was no way to count the days)...but it was dark there. Besides, I couldn't abandon my friends in a crisis. Not this type of crisis, at least.
It was at this moment of thought that a Ghast tried to blow a fireball in my face.
I was so angry, so INFURIATIED at this point, that I just exploded at this poor Ghast:
"WHY ARE YOU UNFAIR TO ME? ALL THIS WORLD HAS BEEN IS UNFAIR TO ME! I'VE HAD TO WORK DAY AND NIGHT TO SAVE MY OWN LIFE, BUILD SAFTEY, HIDE FROM STUPID EXPLODING MONSTERS THAT JUST WANT A HUG, AND YOU GIVE ME THIS? WELL, CREEP YOU, YOU SON OF A ZOMBIE!"
The Ghast threw another fireball at the edge of the ledge, nowhere near me, but I was so enraged that I cast aside logical thought and did something absurd.
I ran to the edge of the ledge and jumped. In midair, I smacked that fireball harder than the world around me knew. It flew at the Ghast, killing it instantly, and I heard the cries and screams of the pigs behind me. Cheering?
Wait, no. Mourning. Mourning me and the fact that I'd just jumped off a cliff.
"Oh, Crap."
Thump. I remember that sound. It was a willowy thump, like if you'd just jumped off of a building into a snare drum covered by a giant pillow.
Looking down, I saw my shins resting on the back of a Ghast, who had previously been steadily blowing fire into the cliffside--or the bottom of what was now a floating island. Looking up, I saw a lone brave pigman, looking over the edge. The same pigmen I saw my first day here. Once our eyes met, he let out a mighty lion's roar of happiness, and the other pigs joined in. I would've too, but I was mostly trying really hard not to vomit as the Ghast I was riding on decided to spin around rapidly, float slowly upward, and shoot fireballs everywhere.
The pigmen quickly took cover. I dug my hands into the Ghast, so as not to fall. Having an idea, I crouched down, took a deep breath, and smacked a fireball as it left the Ghasts mouth.
The resulting explosion threw me into the air, high enough that I was certain I would fall to my death for my mistake...until I landed on another Ghast above.
That's right. I landed on another Ghast.
The sheer impossibility of the stunt I had just pulled off seemed to silence the world. I had blown up an indescribably evil creature of which I had been RIDING, only to land on another.
I was a ninja. I was a warrior. I was a god.
[Author's note: If you have it, start playing a really good and energetic Pendulum song now.]
I found that punching this ghast got it to lower, so I carefully "drove" my Ghast to the ground before jumping off, turning, and reflecting its newest fireball back to it, taking it out.
Shakily, I stood and surveyed the island.
The Ghasts had left, thanks to my stunt. The Pigmen were slowly exiting cover. My portal was at the very edge of the island, almost entirely annihilated, but still intact. It was in just well enough condition to work.
Taking some meat with permission from the pigs, I healed my wounds, considered my situation, and went to the Pigs. Motioning best I could, I tried to explain that I wanted to go home. They began making a rather lot of noise, and crowding an edge of the island. Looking, I saw that they were looking at land on the other side.
I took a hint and quickly got out my last real stone, and built a bridge from this island to the rest of the world. They quickly ran over...but before they did, one stopped, came over to me, and hopped into the air just once...before running off with the rest.
Turning, with a smile on my face, I took my last use of my Flint and Steel to relight the portal. Looking behind me, I caught one last glimpse of my only friends in this world before they escaped over the horizon...then the fog covering them became very purple and misty...
I woke to familiarity.
I was not in the cave I had left in. Rather, I found myself in a storage room, near the second layer of my home base. Running outside, I saw that it was daylight. I was home...and somehow, that portal was now in my base.
Rather convenient.
It occurred to me then that I had ensured my safety. I had a secure base, and I was home. I had a portal to my friends. Turning slowly, a thought dawned on me.
I stocked my tools, grabbed LOTS of stone and iron and food, as well as some other essentials, and ran back into my portal.
Running across my makeshift bridge, I moved faster than I ever thought possible, trying my hardest to follow the path I was sure my friends had taken. I wanted to catch up with them. I could show them my home. I was safe! They could be too. I could build them a base, with traps, to protect them against the Ghasts. No more would they be picked off over time by those evil creatures! No more would--
I was interrupted in my thoughts when I suddenly heard a boom and began falling...
A Ghast had blown up the ground. The fall had resulted in a fatal injury, and I needed to hide, as fast as possible. The Ghast was floating down to me, and I was in no condition to fight. Lava was on all sides, close...my head...the world was fading fast...
Opening my pack, I pulled out some of that purple rock. I made a formation similar to the portals I'd seen, and covered the area with stone. The Ghast was close now, almost close enough to fire. I grabbed my Flint and Steel and jumped into the portal, lighting it as I did. The Ghast fired a fireball at me, and I saw as it grew purple and hazy...
I woke in snow.
The tundras were not my home.
The second half is up!
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Yup. It's long. I never meant for it to BE long, and I'm sure many people will just TL;DR and run away from it...but meh.
He likes it: --->
Its not bad though.
Its a lot of complaining, but its not bad. A good start for something better if you work on it.
I click yours, you should help a brother out and click mine too :-)
And if by "complaining" you mean that Mr. Minecrafter Dude is a depressed guy, imagine how you would feel if strange green things tried to explode in your face while screaming for a hug in some strange world you suddenly found yourself in. Also, he has to punch trees . It's a rough life.
but I read the first paragraph and it seems to be cool.
IMO, if you liked the first paragraph, ignore the turn-off from the length and trudge through it.
...It involves being a total bad-ass.
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But the general vibe I'm getting is shorten it. If I took out unimportant parts and shortened the rest, that would help? The content itself is fine?
I'm just calling it the way I see it.
Like I said, working on the tone will change that. So far it sounds like a mix between an adventurer's log and a girl's diary.
I click yours, you should help a brother out and click mine too :-)
...okay then, point taken.
HURRAY! SOMEONE LIKES THIS STORY!
This is a first!
/brb to go kill creeper in celebration
I usually enjoy these little stories and do my best to read them through all the way, but this one was simply too long. Too daunting a task to read through in one sitting. Perhaps you should split it into sections or something? On the whole it seems good enough, but it's simply too long at the moment IMO.
Gimme
Chapters? More than one post? Shorten it?
That's...true.
But I had a need to:
1. Brag about my awesome base
2. Brag about my awesome Ghast riding skill
3. Brag about finding a freaking huge vein of pretty purple rock, of which naturally formed a portal
4. Waste several hours.
This seemed like a good way to do that!
i liked it, i didnt see any noticable problems either.
Moar???
I felt like some of the writing could have been a bit better (the ghast imagery felt forced) but I love minecraft stories, and this ranks high
Good work
Thanks!
Fact: I was asleep when I wrote the Ghast intro part. I actually woke up, looked at the screen, and found another paragraph or so there.
It was funny.
Also, Your topic title worked.
If I recall notch is planning somthing more with the pigmen, I dunno it'll be nice to have something sentient out there other than your self. Certainly seems like your minecrafter has gotten quite paranoid his solitude so looks like these guys are a blessing for him if any thing eh? Hm now that I think of it where we have zombie pigmen in the nether why not er "living" pigmen in the regular world hm? Somthing to ponder.
Any hoo enough rambling, nice work' Keep it up!
I've used that topic title in other things, and it works ALLLL the time. People have no idea what it'll be about, sure, but they'll find out!
Glad someone liked the rambling tone changes thing...It's partially my writing style--which totally has no flow but is positively comparable to DNA's work--and partially my aforementioned falling asleep while working.