[justfornarwhals]the Legend of Herobrine[/justfornarwhals] The picture is such a spoiler. D: But I drew it with mah ninja skillz
I decided to write my own story about... *drum roll please* Herobrine! Now, I know Herobrine isn't real, but I wanted to put another dimension to the creepypasta that's been going around about him. I got some of the stuff in here from Herobrine hoaxes, other stuff I made up.
This is a work in progress.
If you notice any errors in the writing, or have suggestions for things to come, just post below and I will try to correct the problem. I've run through it will Mozilla Firefox's spell checker, but it doesn't check grammar, or whether something even makes sense. I'm too lazy to proofread right now, 'cause it's late, and even if I did, mistakes might still slip by.
One last note: You may notice that in the prologue there are weird issues with new lines., and the writing is one ugly, deformed block. I apologize, I wrote it with Windows Notepad (Why I did that, I have no idea myself. Man, am I mysterious.) and just copy/pasted it onto here. It looked reeeallllyyyy weird, and I fixed some of the problem, but there's not much a lazy person like me can do about the rest of it.
Without farther ado, Here you go! Click the spoilers, and vote in the poll afterwards. If you gave it a low rating, I would appreciate a constructive comment explaining what you didn't like and how I can improve. YOU SUK LOLOLOLOLOL NEWB does not tell me what to improve on. (by the way, person who gave it a "kinda's not cutting it" rating, where's my constructive comment? D:)
Prologue
clicky the spoiler
The sun was setting, the brilliant square dipping out of sight as the crimson glow
gave way to the depths of the amethyst night. I began to walk to my house with a hurried
pace, as the monsters would begin to crawl out of the black fog of darkness that they appeared in for reasons unknown.
My stomach sickened. The monsters prowled for flesh without anything they feared,
even if they had reason to fear it. Within me I found feelings of jealousy. The zombies, the
skeletons, even the creepers reminded me of ants. An ant does everything to defend its
colony, with no fear, even when separated from other twitching segments of its body. An ant
will lay there squirming, hanging on to life, but when it lost its hold would accept death,
knowing another would take its place. The jealousy germinated from the fact that it had
bravery, the bravery to face any enemy, no matter the chances of defeat.
I shook off such feelings. Ants are programmed to blindly sprint towards the
antagonist without the ability to acknowledge its magnitude. Also, jealousy for the ones
with abilities which are malevolent will lead to more bad than good.
A loud squeak startled me as the door behind me snapped shut. I glared at it. My sour mood gave me an urge to curse at inanimate objects. I opened my chest, but was expecting the grating shriek that came from its hinges. It was still thoroughly annoying, but I bore with it; anger never solved anything.
I glanced out the window. It was nearly pitch black; I could not see anything beyond
the subtly flickering light of the torches on the exterior of my house. Something caught my
eye in the featureless void, beyond the jagged, square lines that staggered diagonally across the glass. Two horizontal white lines pierced the blackness. They illuminated nothing, but they were obviously glowing, almost too bright to look at. I had only just identified them as eyes when they vanished as if a cover had obscured them.
My own eyes remained affixed to the featureless night while two blurry greenish lumps in my persistence of vision were the only trace of the - phantom? I did not know what to name the encounter. I thought back to the ant and the zombies. I wished I could have any kind of bravery, for the two lights had terrified me to the core, although I did not know why.
Then something swooped over my field of vision and covered my face. I screamed, but
no sound came out. Nothing was blocking the noise from coming from my mouth, it was more like my vocal cords would not respond. I could not breathe. The object obscuring my face partially slid off my eyes, and out the window I saw the lights, narrowed into slits. I could glean no emotion from the eyes in the minimal amount of time that I saw them. They bobbed, turned, and vanished behind an invisible silhouette. My vision was obstructed again.
My feet for a moment touched nothing but the air before crashing down to the wooden planks below me - at least I was pretty sure they were below me, as I had no sense of direction. Explosions rocked the building, and the grey crescents of the shock waves radiated through the air. A flash of purple, and it crashed.
Zeros and ones shattered; the data that defined the matter that the world was composed of imploded. Every chunk became a shattered hole, every entity had no world around it to exist in, causing it to be destroyed.
A single voice hissed in my ear. WAKE UP.
PLEASE WAKE UP.
And everything ceased to exist.
Chapter One
Light. Blinding light!
I sprang up from where I was laying. Questions filled my mind.
Where am I? Who am I?
What am I?
I looked around, hoping to find answers to my pounding river of questions. There were none.
With a start, I noticed that everything was made of blocks. The blocks formed the shapes of trees, mountains, oceans, and some strange animals. The animals seemed indifferent to my presence.
I looked to the east and noticed a brilliant yellow square slightly above the horizon. I frowned. Why are there no circles? I wondered. Maybe this world is somehow incompatible with round shapes. That made my situation even stranger.
I explored for a little while, not knowing what else to do. I decided to try to acquire wood from a tree. Finding a flimsy-looking one, I hit the trunk. A section of it vanished within seconds. Surprised, I ran back, expecting the mass of wood and leaves to fall upon me. It did not happen.
Shocked, I looked at the floating trunk. If there was no gravity in the world, how could I be staying on the ground? The physics (or lack of) in this place were strange.
I decided to collect the rest of the wood from the tree. I could carry a tree's worth of wood in my hand, as if it took up no more space than a single block. It was very unsettling.
I looked upwards. The yellow square, which I decided to be the sun, was at a different place in the sky. When I looked carefully, I could see it moving slightly. Time passed faster in this world.
I did not want to be outside during the night here. Slicing the wood into planks, I began to fabricate a shelter. Once inside of it, I formed a table using the planks and set it in the corner of my house. I had finally done something right.
Then a thought dawned on me. My house would not be safe if it was dark. I did not know why, but I knew that darkness was the enemy. But how could I light my house? I then remembered how charcoal was made. If wood is roasted in the absence of oxygen, it would become a black lump of soft, flammable material. I didn't know if it would work or not in this strange place, but it was worth a try. I didn't have much to lose.
I did not see any stone anywhere to make a container to burn the wood in, so I dug under the dirt. It wasn't far before I hit stone. I tried punching the rock, but it wouldn't budge. I went to my table and formed the wood into the shape of a letter T. Before my eyes, it morphed into a pickaxe. It was flimsy, but it would do the job before I found something better.
I hit the stone, and it broke fairly easily. I acquired several chunks of stone and went back to the table which had mysteriously created the wooden pickaxe. I put the stone into the shape of a hollow box and it morphed into a furnace of some sort. I set it next to my table. When I placed the wood inside, it began burning on its own. A little while later, I pulled a dark chunk out of the furnace. I was not expecting it to work at first, but it did! I sliced a wooden plank into sticks and fastened the charcoal to the top. Suddenly it flared to life, as the furnace did. Why did these seemingly inanimate objects perform tasks on their own? I decided that it was normal in this place.
I created some more torches and placed them on the inside and outside of my shelter. The sun began to dip below the horizon. Feeling a touch of recklessness, I stayed outside until it was pitch black.
A growl interrupted the silence. Something ran out of the depths of the forest. It looked like a blocky human, with greenish skin and eyes narrowed into slits. Maybe this human could help me. I asked it questions, but it kept barreling towards me. It came close, and suddenly, it bit me. Startled, I realized that I felt no pain.
Then it came back to me.
My friend Markus had created a world of blocks. I was there now. I could not leave.
Rage overcame me. I knocked the zombie to the ground.
pretty awesome bro, that's some good writing, write a book make a movie id go see it :tongue.gif:
I couldn't make a book, much less a movie (maybe a !really! short animation), as my attention span is incredibly short. I will surprise myself if I finish writing the series.
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[justfornarwhals]the Legend of Herobrine[/justfornarwhals] The picture is such a spoiler. D: But I drew it with mah ninja skillz
The following paragraph has entirely useless information in it.
I was bored today. Today was Christmas, and it seems like a weird time to do this, and it is. But, the presents have been opened, the food has been eaten (We had a non-traditional Christmas dinner at my aunt's house. Elk burgers made from an actual elk that my uncle had shot! Yum!), the church sermons have been attended, and the "Merry Christmas"s have been said. I didn't really feel like playing Minecraft or any other game. After reading some fan fiction and stuff around here (and a little on shurtugal.com; I finished the Inheritance series recently), I decided to write my own story about... *drum roll please* Herobrine! Now, I know Herobrine isn't real, but I wanted to put another dimension to the creepypasta that's been going around about him. I got some of the stuff in here from Herobrine hoaxes, other stuff I made up.
This is a work in progress.
If you notice any errors in the writing, or have suggestions for things to come, just post below and I will try to correct the problem. I've run through it will Mozilla Firefox's spell checker, but it doesn't check grammar, or whether something even makes sense. I'm too lazy to proofread right now, 'cause it's late, and even if I did, mistakes might still slip by.
One last note: You may notice that in the prologue there are weird issues with new lines., and the writing is one ugly, deformed block. I apologize, I wrote it with Windows Notepad (Why I did that, I have no idea myself. Man, am I mysterious.) and just copy/pasted it onto here. It looked reeeallllyyyy weird, and I fixed some of the problem, but there's not much a lazy person like me can do about the rest of it.
Without farther ado, Here you go! Click the spoilers, and vote in the poll afterwards. If you gave it a low rating, I would appreciate a constructive comment explaining what you didn't like and how I can improve. YOU SUK LOLOLOLOLOL NEWB does not tell me what to improve on. (by the way, person who gave it a "kinda's not cutting it" rating, where's my constructive comment? D:)
Prologue
clicky the spoiler
The sun was setting, the brilliant square dipping out of sight as the crimson glow
gave way to the depths of the amethyst night. I began to walk to my house with a hurried
pace, as the monsters would begin to crawl out of the black fog of darkness that they appeared in for reasons unknown.
My stomach sickened. The monsters prowled for flesh without anything they feared,
even if they had reason to fear it. Within me I found feelings of jealousy. The zombies, the
skeletons, even the creepers reminded me of ants. An ant does everything to defend its
colony, with no fear, even when separated from other twitching segments of its body. An ant
will lay there squirming, hanging on to life, but when it lost its hold would accept death,
knowing another would take its place. The jealousy germinated from the fact that it had
bravery, the bravery to face any enemy, no matter the chances of defeat.
I shook off such feelings. Ants are programmed to blindly sprint towards the
antagonist without the ability to acknowledge its magnitude. Also, jealousy for the ones
with abilities which are malevolent will lead to more bad than good.
A loud squeak startled me as the door behind me snapped shut. I glared at it. My sour mood gave me an urge to curse at inanimate objects. I opened my chest, but was expecting the grating shriek that came from its hinges. It was still thoroughly annoying, but I bore with it; anger never solved anything.
I glanced out the window. It was nearly pitch black; I could not see anything beyond
the subtly flickering light of the torches on the exterior of my house. Something caught my
eye in the featureless void, beyond the jagged, square lines that staggered diagonally across the glass. Two horizontal white lines pierced the blackness. They illuminated nothing, but they were obviously glowing, almost too bright to look at. I had only just identified them as eyes when they vanished as if a cover had obscured them.
My own eyes remained affixed to the featureless night while two blurry greenish lumps in my persistence of vision were the only trace of the - phantom? I did not know what to name the encounter. I thought back to the ant and the zombies. I wished I could have any kind of bravery, for the two lights had terrified me to the core, although I did not know why.
Then something swooped over my field of vision and covered my face. I screamed, but
no sound came out. Nothing was blocking the noise from coming from my mouth, it was more like my vocal cords would not respond. I could not breathe. The object obscuring my face partially slid off my eyes, and out the window I saw the lights, narrowed into slits. I could glean no emotion from the eyes in the minimal amount of time that I saw them. They bobbed, turned, and vanished behind an invisible silhouette. My vision was obstructed again.
My feet for a moment touched nothing but the air before crashing down to the wooden planks below me - at least I was pretty sure they were below me, as I had no sense of direction. Explosions rocked the building, and the grey crescents of the shock waves radiated through the air. A flash of purple, and it crashed.
Zeros and ones shattered; the data that defined the matter that the world was composed of imploded. Every chunk became a shattered hole, every entity had no world around it to exist in, causing it to be destroyed.
A single voice hissed in my ear. WAKE UP.
PLEASE WAKE UP.
And everything ceased to exist.
Chapter One
Light. Blinding light!
I sprang up from where I was laying. Questions filled my mind.
Where am I? Who am I?
What am I?
I looked around, hoping to find answers to my pounding river of questions. There were none.
With a start, I noticed that everything was made of blocks. The blocks formed the shapes of trees, mountains, oceans, and some strange animals. The animals seemed indifferent to my presence.
I looked to the east and noticed a brilliant yellow square slightly above the horizon. I frowned. Why are there no circles? I wondered. Maybe this world is somehow incompatible with round shapes. That made my situation even stranger.
I explored for a little while, not knowing what else to do. I decided to try to acquire wood from a tree. Finding a flimsy-looking one, I hit the trunk. A section of it vanished within seconds. Surprised, I ran back, expecting the mass of wood and leaves to fall upon me. It did not happen.
Shocked, I looked at the floating trunk. If there was no gravity in the world, how could I be staying on the ground? The physics (or lack of) in this place were strange.
I decided to collect the rest of the wood from the tree. I could carry a tree's worth of wood in my hand, as if it took up no more space than a single block. It was very unsettling.
I looked upwards. The yellow square, which I decided to be the sun, was at a different place in the sky. When I looked carefully, I could see it moving slightly. Time passed faster in this world.
I did not want to be outside during the night here. Slicing the wood into planks, I began to fabricate a shelter. Once inside of it, I formed a table using the planks and set it in the corner of my house. I had finally done something right.
Then a thought dawned on me. My house would not be safe if it was dark. I did not know why, but I knew that darkness was the enemy. But how could I light my house? I then remembered how charcoal was made. If wood is roasted in the absence of oxygen, it would become a black lump of soft, flammable material. I didn't know if it would work or not in this strange place, but it was worth a try. I didn't have much to lose.
I did not see any stone anywhere to make a container to burn the wood in, so I dug under the dirt. It wasn't far before I hit stone. I tried punching the rock, but it wouldn't budge. I went to my table and formed the wood into the shape of a letter T. Before my eyes, it morphed into a pickaxe. It was flimsy, but it would do the job before I found something better.
I hit the stone, and it broke fairly easily. I acquired several chunks of stone and went back to the table which had mysteriously created the wooden pickaxe. I put the stone into the shape of a hollow box and it morphed into a furnace of some sort. I set it next to my table. When I placed the wood inside, it began burning on its own. A little while later, I pulled a dark chunk out of the furnace. I was not expecting it to work at first, but it did! I sliced a wooden plank into sticks and fastened the charcoal to the top. Suddenly it flared to life, as the furnace did. Why did these seemingly inanimate objects perform tasks on their own? I decided that it was normal in this place.
I created some more torches and placed them on the inside and outside of my shelter. The sun began to dip below the horizon. Feeling a touch of recklessness, I stayed outside until it was pitch black.
A growl interrupted the silence. Something ran out of the depths of the forest. It looked like a blocky human, with greenish skin and eyes narrowed into slits. Maybe this human could help me. I asked it questions, but it kept barreling towards me. It came close, and suddenly, it bit me. Startled, I realized that I felt no pain.
Then it came back to me.
My friend Markus had created a world of blocks. I was there now. I could not leave.
Rage overcame me. I knocked the zombie to the ground.
[justfornarwhals]the Legend of Herobrine[/justfornarwhals]
The picture is such a spoiler. D: But I drew it with mah ninja skillz
I decided to write my own story about... *drum roll please* Herobrine! Now, I know Herobrine isn't real, but I wanted to put another dimension to the creepypasta that's been going around about him. I got some of the stuff in here from Herobrine hoaxes, other stuff I made up.
This is a work in progress.
If you notice any errors in the writing, or have suggestions for things to come, just post below and I will try to correct the problem. I've run through it will Mozilla Firefox's spell checker, but it doesn't check grammar, or whether something even makes sense. I'm too lazy to proofread right now, 'cause it's late, and even if I did, mistakes might still slip by.
One last note: You may notice that in the prologue there are weird issues with new lines., and the writing is one ugly, deformed block. I apologize, I wrote it with Windows Notepad (Why I did that, I have no idea myself. Man, am I mysterious.) and just copy/pasted it onto here. It looked reeeallllyyyy weird, and I fixed some of the problem, but there's not much a lazy person like me can do about the rest of it.
Without farther ado, Here you go! Click the spoilers, and vote in the poll afterwards. If you gave it a low rating, I would appreciate a constructive comment explaining what you didn't like and how I can improve. YOU SUK LOLOLOLOLOL NEWB does not tell me what to improve on. (by the way, person who gave it a "kinda's not cutting it" rating, where's my constructive comment? D:)
clicky the spoiler
The sun was setting, the brilliant square dipping out of sight as the crimson glow
gave way to the depths of the amethyst night. I began to walk to my house with a hurried
pace, as the monsters would begin to crawl out of the black fog of darkness that they appeared in for reasons unknown.
My stomach sickened. The monsters prowled for flesh without anything they feared,
even if they had reason to fear it. Within me I found feelings of jealousy. The zombies, the
skeletons, even the creepers reminded me of ants. An ant does everything to defend its
colony, with no fear, even when separated from other twitching segments of its body. An ant
will lay there squirming, hanging on to life, but when it lost its hold would accept death,
knowing another would take its place. The jealousy germinated from the fact that it had
bravery, the bravery to face any enemy, no matter the chances of defeat.
I shook off such feelings. Ants are programmed to blindly sprint towards the
antagonist without the ability to acknowledge its magnitude. Also, jealousy for the ones
with abilities which are malevolent will lead to more bad than good.
A loud squeak startled me as the door behind me snapped shut. I glared at it. My sour mood gave me an urge to curse at inanimate objects. I opened my chest, but was expecting the grating shriek that came from its hinges. It was still thoroughly annoying, but I bore with it; anger never solved anything.
I glanced out the window. It was nearly pitch black; I could not see anything beyond
the subtly flickering light of the torches on the exterior of my house. Something caught my
eye in the featureless void, beyond the jagged, square lines that staggered diagonally across the glass. Two horizontal white lines pierced the blackness. They illuminated nothing, but they were obviously glowing, almost too bright to look at. I had only just identified them as eyes when they vanished as if a cover had obscured them.
My own eyes remained affixed to the featureless night while two blurry greenish lumps in my persistence of vision were the only trace of the - phantom? I did not know what to name the encounter. I thought back to the ant and the zombies. I wished I could have any kind of bravery, for the two lights had terrified me to the core, although I did not know why.
Then something swooped over my field of vision and covered my face. I screamed, but
no sound came out. Nothing was blocking the noise from coming from my mouth, it was more like my vocal cords would not respond. I could not breathe. The object obscuring my face partially slid off my eyes, and out the window I saw the lights, narrowed into slits. I could glean no emotion from the eyes in the minimal amount of time that I saw them. They bobbed, turned, and vanished behind an invisible silhouette. My vision was obstructed again.
My feet for a moment touched nothing but the air before crashing down to the wooden planks below me - at least I was pretty sure they were below me, as I had no sense of direction. Explosions rocked the building, and the grey crescents of the shock waves radiated through the air. A flash of purple, and it crashed.
Zeros and ones shattered; the data that defined the matter that the world was composed of imploded. Every chunk became a shattered hole, every entity had no world around it to exist in, causing it to be destroyed.
A single voice hissed in my ear.
WAKE UP.
PLEASE WAKE UP.
And everything ceased to exist.
I sprang up from where I was laying. Questions filled my mind.
Where am I? Who am I?
What am I?
I looked around, hoping to find answers to my pounding river of questions. There were none.
With a start, I noticed that everything was made of blocks. The blocks formed the shapes of trees, mountains, oceans, and some strange animals. The animals seemed indifferent to my presence.
I looked to the east and noticed a brilliant yellow square slightly above the horizon. I frowned. Why are there no circles? I wondered. Maybe this world is somehow incompatible with round shapes. That made my situation even stranger.
I explored for a little while, not knowing what else to do. I decided to try to acquire wood from a tree. Finding a flimsy-looking one, I hit the trunk. A section of it vanished within seconds. Surprised, I ran back, expecting the mass of wood and leaves to fall upon me. It did not happen.
Shocked, I looked at the floating trunk. If there was no gravity in the world, how could I be staying on the ground? The physics (or lack of) in this place were strange.
I decided to collect the rest of the wood from the tree. I could carry a tree's worth of wood in my hand, as if it took up no more space than a single block. It was very unsettling.
I looked upwards. The yellow square, which I decided to be the sun, was at a different place in the sky. When I looked carefully, I could see it moving slightly. Time passed faster in this world.
I did not want to be outside during the night here. Slicing the wood into planks, I began to fabricate a shelter. Once inside of it, I formed a table using the planks and set it in the corner of my house. I had finally done something right.
Then a thought dawned on me. My house would not be safe if it was dark. I did not know why, but I knew that darkness was the enemy. But how could I light my house? I then remembered how charcoal was made. If wood is roasted in the absence of oxygen, it would become a black lump of soft, flammable material. I didn't know if it would work or not in this strange place, but it was worth a try. I didn't have much to lose.
I did not see any stone anywhere to make a container to burn the wood in, so I dug under the dirt. It wasn't far before I hit stone. I tried punching the rock, but it wouldn't budge. I went to my table and formed the wood into the shape of a letter T. Before my eyes, it morphed into a pickaxe. It was flimsy, but it would do the job before I found something better.
I hit the stone, and it broke fairly easily. I acquired several chunks of stone and went back to the table which had mysteriously created the wooden pickaxe. I put the stone into the shape of a hollow box and it morphed into a furnace of some sort. I set it next to my table. When I placed the wood inside, it began burning on its own. A little while later, I pulled a dark chunk out of the furnace. I was not expecting it to work at first, but it did! I sliced a wooden plank into sticks and fastened the charcoal to the top. Suddenly it flared to life, as the furnace did. Why did these seemingly inanimate objects perform tasks on their own? I decided that it was normal in this place.
I created some more torches and placed them on the inside and outside of my shelter. The sun began to dip below the horizon. Feeling a touch of recklessness, I stayed outside until it was pitch black.
A growl interrupted the silence. Something ran out of the depths of the forest. It looked like a blocky human, with greenish skin and eyes narrowed into slits. Maybe this human could help me. I asked it questions, but it kept barreling towards me. It came close, and suddenly, it bit me. Startled, I realized that I felt no pain.
Then it came back to me.
My friend Markus had created a world of blocks. I was there now. I could not leave.
Rage overcame me. I knocked the zombie to the ground.
I couldn't make a book, much less a movie (maybe a !really! short animation), as my attention span is incredibly short. I will surprise myself if I finish writing the series.
But thanks for your comment. :biggrin.gif:
To make a pickaxe. Ever play the awesome game that is minecraft?I love people who compare Minecraft to the real world.
Please don't quote the main post, it's a huge space filler.