Alright. This is my first Minecraft based story. I'm kind of pulling inspiration from all sorts of places so, you may notice references here and there. Mostly though, I accidentally inspired myself when I made the suggestion that the game should have in-game written books that create a sort of story flow within Minecraft. This first chapter is in first person, so be mindful of that but, if it is not well received I may go back to third person. So, without further adieu, let's get on with it! Feel free to critique! ^ ^
Chapter One - It was an apple.
Pat-pat-pat, tiny legs carried me across the dark forest as the moon rose over head. The frequent twanging of bow strings and creaking bones rattled me as I made my way for a dimly lit opening in the oak and birch grove. How foolish, I had been out far too long but, hasn’t it only been ten minutes? Still, I had managed to obtain a Golden Apple from that dungeon I just left. “What’s going on? What happened to the other twenty-three hours and fifty minutes?” Torches shone brightly in the plains ahead. I carried myself as fast as I could towards my goal without a second thought and dared not turn my gaze back to see what scratched and crawled behind me. Whatever it was, wanted to kill me and that was enough knowing for me. Skeletons, zombies, spiders… at night, they all wanted my flesh. I was running for dear life for sure, “Come on. Almost there, almo-“ from behind the last tree, a strange quadruped with scaly skin walked out as if to block my path, it turned its head precisely, like a possessed doll of some sort, and stared right at me; by the time I realized it, it was too late to stop moving. “… C-Creeper!” The creature expanded hastily with Tssk! sound before finally doubling in size and exploding sending me flying to my back… or maybe my front. I couldn’t tell anymore.
What’s going on…?
I can’t feel my body. I can’t move.
I lay stretched and mangled across the dark grassy field just before the cavern I had secured earlier in the day. The grass wasn’t nearly as comfortable as my bed, I feared but seeing as there was a zombie consuming what little of me was left, I probably wouldn’t be complaining too much longer. Slowly, I felt myself lose consciousness until finally… I was gone.
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“Oh god!” I sprang up in my bed. “A dream…?” I looked around. No doubt, I was alive; safe within the cavern which I had procured the day before… still… the pain was quite vivid. I still remember being blown to bits quite thoroughly. “Am I losing my mind?” Slowly, I opened the makeshift door I’d placed in the hole I carved in the cavern. Outside, not too far from the tree line, I spied something shimmering curiously. I approached the object with a squint in my eye as to better identify the golden hued spectacle. My heart sank…
…It was an apple.
Authors Notes: I decided to go with third person on this second chapter just to give you guys a different style. Let me know which you like better! ^ ^
Chapter Two - Ender
My name is Hobbs and I live in a small cave, with a single bed, a furnace and a table with which to craft my gear on. So far as I am aware, I am the only human around for… a long time. Hobbs scribbled in his book, which kept details he wanted to remember for later use, a journal of sorts. The book was not one to keep cherished memories intact but, more of something to give his life continuity. You see, a few days ago… that is, approximately forty-odd minutes, Hobbs discovered a strange Golden Apple within a dungeon chest, it was just like any other Golden Apple he knew of but, it gleamed with a purple sheen, like a fine cut of roast beef or when oil mixes with water on a rainy day. Since then, he seems to have had a shift in his consciousness… instead of going through the day to day minutia of simply surviving; he’s begun to notice some oddities about this world; like how everything is made of blocks and how with these simple blocks, he can seemingly form a multitude of tools with little time and effort, he need only think about the materials taking form at the respective work station, and it was done. He called such a station a ‘Crafting Table’. Still, he found that with ores, such as iron which had also been found in the chest, he had to smelt them in the furnace using coal. Yet most intriguing to him, and the reason he began his journal, was death. The first time it happened, when he was retrieving said apple, he wrote it off as but a mere figment of his imagination, an assuredly bad dream; he did wake up in his bed after all. However, when he went out that morning… he found a dreaded sight. The Golden Apple he had with him the night he ‘died’. It happened to him a few more times, and he found that each time, he could return to that spot and find his gear lay out in the sun, with no corpse present, after waking up in his bed. The journal became a means to assure himself that he was not going mad. “Let’s see, I’ve got a new pick, some torches… just enough iron left to fashion a sword I think…” he took the ingots and lain them out in a pattern on the bench. It was divided into nine large sections by carving in the wood and in the top two sections he placed the ingots, and in the bottom third, he placed a sturdy looking stick as a handle. He closed his eyes, and a small flash of light accompanied by a finalizing puff of smoke (most likely excess material discharging naturally into the atmosphere) yielded a fine looking iron sword. He looked at it cautiously; the process still amazed him significantly… had he really always crafted things this way?
Suddenly, a pain wrenched within his skull, like a knife slowly easing its way through the bone and into the brain tissue. A flash of imagery flooded his vision and what he saw was a rather dull and desaturated world. While it was filled with people and large structures… nothing looked like him or the world he knew. These people were tall and… less blocky. The geometry about them was mixed and squishier. It was a concept that seemed very strange at the time but, somehow familiar. “What’s going on…?” he had trouble keeping the vision accurate in his mind, his brain desperately trying to recreate it in a manner that was more processable. He’d never seen those shapes in his life before. They were… rounded? He decided not to think about it too much; night was going to fall soon and he would need to concentrate to survive. Tonight, he would have to challenge the giant spiders. He aimed to craft a bow and would certainly need the string.
It didn’t take him long to obtain the materials, spiders were quick to hand over their precious silk and he had plenty of sticks left from the torches he’d made in preparation for this adventure. Still, even if Spiders were his primary target, they were not his top concern. He used the forests trees for cover fire from rampant skeletons. Their only means of defending themselves was a bow, so, as long as he hid behind something, he was safe from them. Zombies could swarm him but, again, if he kept out of sight, he would be fine. His primary concern was Creepers. They were reptilian like in nature but had a nasty habit of self-destructing and as their name suggests, they were quite adept at coming up on you when you least expect it. Hobbs was just about to turn around and go home to craft his bow when he saw in the distance, a glimmering light. That lit cavern led down to the dungeon he’d been in the other day. Reluctantly, he indulged his curiosity and headed for the cave. Just as he reached the mouth of the cave, he heard a strange… zzzt sound, like a loose wire. Hobbs turned around swiftly, another creeper!? But, when his eyes sat on the forest behind him, all that was there was a purple shimmering dust that faded away into nothingness. Come to think of it, the sound was more mechanical then the short fuse sound of a creeper. Unable to draw any conclusions; Hobbs decided to descend into the cavern. It didn’t take him long to find the dungeon. He lit it up with an excess of torches, from what he gathered, the light warded away monsters from where ever they came from. Hobbs opened the chest confidently this time, and in it was a single book titled ‘Enderman’. There was no author. It reads; I am writing this documentation in hopes that something can be done about a serious problem within this world. I don’t quite understand it but, whenever I die, I wake up in my bed and don’t have a scratch on me. It’s almost as though I were waking up from a nightmare but, the thing is, my gear is always found right at the sight where I died in my dreams… what’s going on? I digress; this entry is not about my musings but, what I have discovered. At night, when there is no rain, I have observed a particular monster separate from the rest. To call it a monster is still up for debate as a matter of fact. I’ve been calling it an Enderman, based on documentation I’ve found in the books I’ve managed to recover. They seem to be passive initially but, if one were to look at them in the eye, they immediately become hostile. When passive, they seem to collect ‘blocks’ from the surrounding area; for what purpose though? It is also my belief that they are sentient, always appearing in groups of two, working together. I’ve managed to slay a few of them upon being attacked. They hit very hard, nearly killing me but, occasionally you can find an ‘Enderpearl’ within their chest. It seems to be the root of their uncanny teleportation abilities that are unique to them only. “Ayih!”, a fizzling voice interrupted Hobbs’ reading. Slowly, Hobbs turned his head in fear, looking over his shoulder behind him. Naturally, Hobbs fixated his gaze on the face of his unknown visitor. “An… Enderman?” he asked himself cautiously before realizing he’d looked it straight in the eyes. The creature was tall and slender, with an inky black hide. It was roughly humanoid, but its eye’s shone a bright purple and it shimmered with the same purple dust that Hobbs had seen just outside the cave. Hoping to take back his actions, Hobbs broke his sight from the creature and that’s when it opened its enormous mouth in an attempt to scare him as it charged in for the attack. It worked, the creature sucker punched poor Hobbs so hard, he hit the wall on the other side of the dungeon. Fearing his life, Hobbs took up his sword and got a few great swings on the beast before it vanished from sight, its eerie grumbling echoing through the cave system. “This fight is not over,” Hobbs said as he peaked out the door… things were silent. No crackling of a creepers fuse, no shambling bones or groaning zombies. Not so much as the distant sound of a water spring further in the cavern could be heard. Fzzt! Hobbs turned quickly to his back, earning the final strike on the beast. It fell back to the ground, its body turning to ash and evaporating into the characteristic purple dust that shimmered around the once living specimen’s body. Finally, a small pearl sat itself upon the ground where the beings chest once was… could this be its heart? Exhausted, Hobbs decided it was just best to break the cage looking box. It seemed to be calling additional zombies. After that, he set up a temporary base and barricaded himself in. “I sure hope it’s buddy doesn’t show up tonight… I think I just about died… again…”
Well, I can't say much about this except that it is short. Though you have explained and described very vividly, which is a pluspoint. The possessed doll analogy with the creeper is a favorite moment of this chapter. Very creepy.
By the way, your avatar reminds me of the Dovahkin helmet, though that would be the Enderkin helmet if it is a helmet indeed.
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Hmm, if there's not much to talk about. That's not good. I want to bedazzle and amaze people! >w< I admit, this chapter was short and largely uninformative, but it was done by design. It was meant to be a hook if people were interested in more, or a stand alone if they simply weren't. ^ ^
EDIT: As for my avatar, that was unintentional. I basically just used the ender head over top of the steve head, and edited it up to look like a mask in CS2. I added the purple glow after and really liked it. ^ ^
Pat-pat-pat, tiny legs carried me across the dark forest as the moon rose over head. The frequent twanging of bow strings and creaking bones rattled me as I made my way for a dimly lit opening in the oak and birch grove. How foolish, I had been out far too long but, hasn’t it only been ten minutes? Still, I had managed to obtain a Golden Apple from that dungeon I just left. “What’s going on? What happened to the other twenty-three hours and fifty minutes?” Torches shone brightly in the plains ahead. I carried myself as fast as I could towards my goal without a second thought and dared not turn my gaze back to see what scratched and crawled behind me. Whatever it was, wanted to kill me and that was enough knowing for me. Skeletons, zombies, spiders… at night, they all wanted my flesh. I was running for dear life for sure, “Come on. Almost there, almo-“ from behind the last tree, a strange quadruped with scaly skin walked out as if to block my path, it turned its head precisely, like a possessed doll of some sort, and stared right at me; by the time I realized it, it was too late to stop moving. “… C-Creeper!” The creature expanded hastily with Tssk! sound before finally doubling in size and exploding sending me flying to my back… or maybe my front. I couldn’t tell anymore.
My name is Hobbs and I live in a small cave, with a single bed, a furnace and a table with which to craft my gear on. So far as I am aware, I am the only human around for… a long time.
Hobbs scribbled in his book, which kept details he wanted to remember for later use, a journal of sorts. The book was not one to keep cherished memories intact but, more of something to give his life continuity. You see, a few days ago… that is, approximately forty-odd minutes, Hobbs discovered a strange Golden Apple within a dungeon chest, it was just like any other Golden Apple he knew of but, it gleamed with a purple sheen, like a fine cut of roast beef or when oil mixes with water on a rainy day.
Since then, he seems to have had a shift in his consciousness… instead of going through the day to day minutia of simply surviving; he’s begun to notice some oddities about this world; like how everything is made of blocks and how with these simple blocks, he can seemingly form a multitude of tools with little time and effort, he need only think about the materials taking form at the respective work station, and it was done. He called such a station a ‘Crafting Table’. Still, he found that with ores, such as iron which had also been found in the chest, he had to smelt them in the furnace using coal. Yet most intriguing to him, and the reason he began his journal, was death. The first time it happened, when he was retrieving said apple, he wrote it off as but a mere figment of his imagination, an assuredly bad dream; he did wake up in his bed after all. However, when he went out that morning… he found a dreaded sight. The Golden Apple he had with him the night he ‘died’. It happened to him a few more times, and he found that each time, he could return to that spot and find his gear lay out in the sun, with no corpse present, after waking up in his bed. The journal became a means to assure himself that he was not going mad.
“Let’s see, I’ve got a new pick, some torches… just enough iron left to fashion a sword I think…” he took the ingots and lain them out in a pattern on the bench. It was divided into nine large sections by carving in the wood and in the top two sections he placed the ingots, and in the bottom third, he placed a sturdy looking stick as a handle. He closed his eyes, and a small flash of light accompanied by a finalizing puff of smoke (most likely excess material discharging naturally into the atmosphere) yielded a fine looking iron sword. He looked at it cautiously; the process still amazed him significantly… had he really always crafted things this way?
Suddenly, a pain wrenched within his skull, like a knife slowly easing its way through the bone and into the brain tissue. A flash of imagery flooded his vision and what he saw was a rather dull and desaturated world. While it was filled with people and large structures… nothing looked like him or the world he knew. These people were tall and… less blocky. The geometry about them was mixed and squishier. It was a concept that seemed very strange at the time but, somehow familiar. “What’s going on…?” he had trouble keeping the vision accurate in his mind, his brain desperately trying to recreate it in a manner that was more processable. He’d never seen those shapes in his life before. They were… rounded? He decided not to think about it too much; night was going to fall soon and he would need to concentrate to survive. Tonight, he would have to challenge the giant spiders. He aimed to craft a bow and would certainly need the string.
It didn’t take him long to obtain the materials, spiders were quick to hand over their precious silk and he had plenty of sticks left from the torches he’d made in preparation for this adventure. Still, even if Spiders were his primary target, they were not his top concern. He used the forests trees for cover fire from rampant skeletons. Their only means of defending themselves was a bow, so, as long as he hid behind something, he was safe from them. Zombies could swarm him but, again, if he kept out of sight, he would be fine. His primary concern was Creepers. They were reptilian like in nature but had a nasty habit of self-destructing and as their name suggests, they were quite adept at coming up on you when you least expect it.
Hobbs was just about to turn around and go home to craft his bow when he saw in the distance, a glimmering light. That lit cavern led down to the dungeon he’d been in the other day. Reluctantly, he indulged his curiosity and headed for the cave. Just as he reached the mouth of the cave, he heard a strange… zzzt sound, like a loose wire. Hobbs turned around swiftly, another creeper!? But, when his eyes sat on the forest behind him, all that was there was a purple shimmering dust that faded away into nothingness. Come to think of it, the sound was more mechanical then the short fuse sound of a creeper. Unable to draw any conclusions; Hobbs decided to descend into the cavern. It didn’t take him long to find the dungeon. He lit it up with an excess of torches, from what he gathered, the light warded away monsters from where ever they came from. Hobbs opened the chest confidently this time, and in it was a single book titled ‘Enderman’. There was no author.
It reads;
I am writing this documentation in hopes that something can be done about a serious problem within this world. I don’t quite understand it but, whenever I die, I wake up in my bed and don’t have a scratch on me. It’s almost as though I were waking up from a nightmare but, the thing is, my gear is always found right at the sight where I died in my dreams… what’s going on? I digress; this entry is not about my musings but, what I have discovered. At night, when there is no rain, I have observed a particular monster separate from the rest. To call it a monster is still up for debate as a matter of fact. I’ve been calling it an Enderman, based on documentation I’ve found in the books I’ve managed to recover. They seem to be passive initially but, if one were to look at them in the eye, they immediately become hostile. When passive, they seem to collect ‘blocks’ from the surrounding area; for what purpose though? It is also my belief that they are sentient, always appearing in groups of two, working together. I’ve managed to slay a few of them upon being attacked. They hit very hard, nearly killing me but, occasionally you can find an ‘Enderpearl’ within their chest. It seems to be the root of their uncanny teleportation abilities that are unique to them only.
“Ayih!”, a fizzling voice interrupted Hobbs’ reading.
Slowly, Hobbs turned his head in fear, looking over his shoulder behind him. Naturally, Hobbs fixated his gaze on the face of his unknown visitor. “An… Enderman?” he asked himself cautiously before realizing he’d looked it straight in the eyes. The creature was tall and slender, with an inky black hide. It was roughly humanoid, but its eye’s shone a bright purple and it shimmered with the same purple dust that Hobbs had seen just outside the cave. Hoping to take back his actions, Hobbs broke his sight from the creature and that’s when it opened its enormous mouth in an attempt to scare him as it charged in for the attack. It worked, the creature sucker punched poor Hobbs so hard, he hit the wall on the other side of the dungeon. Fearing his life, Hobbs took up his sword and got a few great swings on the beast before it vanished from sight, its eerie grumbling echoing through the cave system. “This fight is not over,” Hobbs said as he peaked out the door… things were silent. No crackling of a creepers fuse, no shambling bones or groaning zombies. Not so much as the distant sound of a water spring further in the cavern could be heard. Fzzt! Hobbs turned quickly to his back, earning the final strike on the beast. It fell back to the ground, its body turning to ash and evaporating into the characteristic purple dust that shimmered around the once living specimen’s body. Finally, a small pearl sat itself upon the ground where the beings chest once was… could this be its heart?
Exhausted, Hobbs decided it was just best to break the cage looking box. It seemed to be calling additional zombies. After that, he set up a temporary base and barricaded himself in.
“I sure hope it’s buddy doesn’t show up tonight… I think I just about died… again…”
By the way, your avatar reminds me of the Dovahkin helmet, though that would be the Enderkin helmet if it is a helmet indeed.
TT2000, you are genius.
EDIT: As for my avatar, that was unintentional. I basically just used the ender head over top of the steve head, and edited it up to look like a mask in CS2. I added the purple glow after and really liked it. ^ ^