Over an empty, blocky, square world, an all-powerful man known as Markus observed, with a scratch of his beard, he came up with an idea. With haste, he created a man out of sand, and gave him the ability to craft anything with materials harvested or mined from above or beneath the surface of this world. The man was christened with the name, Steve. Steve awoke to a beautiful world filled with towering trees, behemoth-sized mountains rolling plains, and prospering wildlife. In his ear, he heard a whisper, “this world is not home to just you, find a shelter before dusk.”
“Before dusk,” Steve pondered, “why?”
“I have my reasons. Now,” Markus said in a sharp, yet still gentle voice. “Try gathering some wood from yonder forest of trees”
Steve ventured east into the vast green forest, where he found many, many trees greener than the earth itself, when Steve stopped. “How am I to gather the wood? I have to axe no chop the logs with.”
Markus remembered the skill he gave Steve and offered a suggestion, “Punch it”
“Punch…the….tree?”
“Yes,”
Steve took Markus’ strange advice and punched the tree, the tree suffered a small crack. “That didn’t do anything”
“Try it again” Markus reassured
So Steve continued to punch the tree, bits of bark flying everywhere, until the tree completely vanished, leaving nothing but a small pile of logs
“Good, Steve! Good!” Markus congratulated Steve for his excellent display of his talents
“The sun is going down soon Markus,”
“Yes, it is,”
Markus hastily taught Steve how to craft items, and made him a crafting board using the wood he cut. He walked Steve through the building of a house that suited his interests. He smelted some glass to make the windows, and used the wool from some of the sheep to make cloth, and used the cloth to sew new clothing and make a canvas to make beautiful paintings to decorate his home. Markus taught him how to make tools, Steve used cobblestone to craft a fine pickaxe, a sword, a shovel, a hoe, and an axe. “Now that you have everything you need to survive, I leave you to go your own way”
“Markus, you can’t leave me!”
“I cannot hold a hand that belongs to the owner of his own world, if I did, that world wouldn’t be his own. If you stay in this house, you will survive the night, this much I guarantee”
“But, those monsters...”
“Cannot breach your defenses, keep the windows and doors closed and you will do fine.”
Steve, alone and distraught, wondered how he would survive without the guidance of his creator, all he remembered from that night was the horrific sights he saw outside that window, and the terrifying, and somehow sad looking beast he saw loitering near his house.
He saw the beasts bickering. He laid his head down on the soft soil, and closed his eyes until exhaustion took him over, and he drifted away into sleep.
Many months passed, many things changed, Steve encountered many things on his travels, until he finally decided that he would settle down in a large cobblestone abode, twice as big as his old wooden shack he spent his first delusional, nervous night in. Today he proudly sports the same teal shirt and violet pants, over them he is clad in full iron armor, carrying a pickaxe of sparkling, near-unbreakable diamond, a sword either made of diamond, or iron, he had both, he was an efficient traveler.
One night, he wandered too far from home, he panicked as the sun went down below the horizon, after he pulled himself together, and he ran across the vast land to return home. When he finally saw the inviting glow of the torches he used for light, he saw a sight that equaled the feeling in disappointment. His home was swarming with monster, grotesque beasts, the armless, four-legged, green, explosive, (literally) leafy Creeper, the undead flesh eating zombie, the crack shot, never-miss-his-mark archer skeleton, and the fearsome, leaping Spider.
The battle raged on for what seemed like forever, the dawn came, and the undead burst into flames! The spiders, now not possessed by the night, ran back to the caves. Steve stood back to admire the sunrise, when the unthinkable happened. Steve had let his guard down, then he heard the distinctive sound, the sound of a creeper preparing to explode “ssssssssss” a look of devastation appeared on Steve’s face, before he even had time to react, the creeper detonated, shattering his armor, and leaving him open to more attacks, he leaped up to his feet, drew his sword, one last creeper dashed toward him, with a mighty swing he slayed the explosive beast with one blow, and his dull sword shattered into a thousand pieces.
After that, He never went outside at night again. One day Steve went spelunking to explore a cave he recently found, hours went by and by, and he came across a mossy cobblestone, he reached into his pack, and pulled out a pickaxe. He dug his way into the old dungeon, he found it was where somebody else once was, but the chest inside was still there. Upon opening the lonely chest, he found only one thing inside, with a name on it, “Dr. Leon Sysk” the first page was a biography, Sysk was a man of archeology, mineralogy, zoology, “a very smart man, how did he become journal-less?” The last page of his journal however, looked to be a daring Endeavour, a door of some kind with phantom flames, and a man and a pig, strapped together. Instructions were left on that last page
“Step 1. Gather 14 pounds of obsidian, 28 recommended in case of emergency step 2. Use the obsidian to construct a frame 4 meters wide and 5 meters tall. Step 3. Add some sort of still-burning flame, then step back and watch the magic happen”
the journal itself looked to have quite some age. Steve gathered materials for several days
“This door, this portal, I soon shall raise” Steve said triumphantly, fetching his pick from the chest’s lid and dashing off into the darkness of the cave.
“’gather 14 pounds of obsidian, 28 recommended in case of emergency’ seems easy enough” Steve muttered under his breath.
He came across a lava spring, he was lucky that most of it was solidified into fresh obsidian.
“It’s the mother load!” Steve exclaimed, as if he hit a huge patch of diamond and gold.
He started mining, and was surprised to find obsidian is the hardest material he has found to date, taking 45 seconds to mine a mere pound of it. Steve eventually emerged from the cave, carrying 28 pounds of obsidian in his pack.
“Next step, ‘use the obsidian to construct a frame 4 meters wide, 5 tall’ seems easy enough,”
Steve worked for about half an hour, when finally his frame was complete.
“Final step ‘add some sort of still burning flame to the frame’”
Steve grabbed a torch from the chest he had in his house (he was building indoors)
“Where’s this doctor, can I save him? Is he here in this place he writes about? Is he in the Nether?”
He held the torch up to the frame he had made,
“Let’s watch some magic happen”
He threw the torch into the empty frame, and just like that, the torch exploded, filling the frame with an eerie, purple fire. To Steve’s discomfort, there were whispers coming from the now activated portal, then he saw a horrific, white-as-snow, weeping face inside his portal.
“What the..?”
The face exited the portal and in a deep, raspy voice it spoke to Steve.
“This is not allowed, you are not allowed in the Nether. There will be unforeseen consequences”
The sun and moon started spiraling out of control in an endless sped up cycle of night and day.
“Not allowed? I’ll be the judge of that! What the heck’s going on anyway? Look at the colors…..” Steve droned as if in a trance as the world’s colors morphed into a dreamlike state
“The ghost who walks among man shall not interfere; we shall not allow HIM to interfere”
The body supposedly made of pure evil, a mirror image of Steve, the Herobrine, appeared before Steve, snapping him out of his trance.
“Oh crap,” Steve had only heard rumors of the Herobrine, and had in no way suspected that they were actually true
“It was foretold, a lost Hero would gather Brine from the ocean. We cannot maintain our presence, it was foretold.” The demonic spirit shed blood red tears and started to wither back into the portal
“as we fade out into nothingness we cannot allow your future. We have delivered the warning”
The spirit’s voice pitch and speed rapidly increased as water started to leak from the portal, not before the spirit demateriaized
“We will be waiting in the Nether as we fade out into nothingnesssssssss”
There was an explosion, and Steve awoke in his bed, his portal, no water, no spirit, still active by his bedside, where it was to begin with. All seemed well until Steve stood up and found a note on his crafting board “We shall be waiting”
“The ghost who walks among man shall not interfere; we shall not allow HIM to interfere”
The body supposedly made of pure evil, a mirror image of Steve, the Herobrine, appeared before Steve, snapping him out of his trance.
“Oh crap,” Steve had only heard rumors of the Herobrine, and had in no way suspected that they were actually true
“It was foretold, a lost Hero would gather Brine from the ocean. We cannot maintain our presence, it was foretold.” The demonic spirit shed blood red tears and started to wither back into the portal.
I like you calling Herobrine the ghost that walks among men, but where did Steve hear rumours of Herobrine? Not a single character has been mentioned anywhere and from the story, it sounds that Steve is entirely alone. Also, a hero would gather brine from the ocean? What the hell?
“The ghost who walks among man shall not interfere; we shall not allow HIM to interfere”
The body supposedly made of pure evil, a mirror image of Steve, the Herobrine, appeared before Steve, snapping him out of his trance.
“Oh crap,” Steve had only heard rumors of the Herobrine, and had in no way suspected that they were actually true
“It was foretold, a lost Hero would gather Brine from the ocean. We cannot maintain our presence, it was foretold.” The demonic spirit shed blood red tears and started to wither back into the portal.
I like you calling Herobrine the ghost that walks among men, but where did Steve hear rumours of Herobrine? Not a single character has been mentioned anywhere and from the story, it sounds that Steve is entirely alone. Also, a hero would gather brine from the ocean? What the hell?
It means that a hero would gather saltwater from the ocean, maybe drink it? It kills us, why shouldn't it make hero's evil ghosts? :tongue.gif:
idk, i got it from an LP vid, the Herobrine is against the ghasts and vice versa, the brine might be a repellent that is spread near a portal or in the herobrines nether home or some **** to keep the ghasts away, idk ill think about it later and update it with an explaination
“Before dusk,” Steve pondered, “why?”
“I have my reasons. Now,” Markus said in a sharp, yet still gentle voice. “Try gathering some wood from yonder forest of trees”
Steve ventured east into the vast green forest, where he found many, many trees greener than the earth itself, when Steve stopped. “How am I to gather the wood? I have to axe no chop the logs with.”
Markus remembered the skill he gave Steve and offered a suggestion, “Punch it”
“Punch…the….tree?”
“Yes,”
Steve took Markus’ strange advice and punched the tree, the tree suffered a small crack. “That didn’t do anything”
“Try it again” Markus reassured
So Steve continued to punch the tree, bits of bark flying everywhere, until the tree completely vanished, leaving nothing but a small pile of logs
“Good, Steve! Good!” Markus congratulated Steve for his excellent display of his talents
“The sun is going down soon Markus,”
“Yes, it is,”
Markus hastily taught Steve how to craft items, and made him a crafting board using the wood he cut. He walked Steve through the building of a house that suited his interests. He smelted some glass to make the windows, and used the wool from some of the sheep to make cloth, and used the cloth to sew new clothing and make a canvas to make beautiful paintings to decorate his home. Markus taught him how to make tools, Steve used cobblestone to craft a fine pickaxe, a sword, a shovel, a hoe, and an axe. “Now that you have everything you need to survive, I leave you to go your own way”
“Markus, you can’t leave me!”
“I cannot hold a hand that belongs to the owner of his own world, if I did, that world wouldn’t be his own. If you stay in this house, you will survive the night, this much I guarantee”
“But, those monsters...”
“Cannot breach your defenses, keep the windows and doors closed and you will do fine.”
Steve, alone and distraught, wondered how he would survive without the guidance of his creator, all he remembered from that night was the horrific sights he saw outside that window, and the terrifying, and somehow sad looking beast he saw loitering near his house.
He saw the beasts bickering. He laid his head down on the soft soil, and closed his eyes until exhaustion took him over, and he drifted away into sleep.
Many months passed, many things changed, Steve encountered many things on his travels, until he finally decided that he would settle down in a large cobblestone abode, twice as big as his old wooden shack he spent his first delusional, nervous night in. Today he proudly sports the same teal shirt and violet pants, over them he is clad in full iron armor, carrying a pickaxe of sparkling, near-unbreakable diamond, a sword either made of diamond, or iron, he had both, he was an efficient traveler.
One night, he wandered too far from home, he panicked as the sun went down below the horizon, after he pulled himself together, and he ran across the vast land to return home. When he finally saw the inviting glow of the torches he used for light, he saw a sight that equaled the feeling in disappointment. His home was swarming with monster, grotesque beasts, the armless, four-legged, green, explosive, (literally) leafy Creeper, the undead flesh eating zombie, the crack shot, never-miss-his-mark archer skeleton, and the fearsome, leaping Spider.
The battle raged on for what seemed like forever, the dawn came, and the undead burst into flames! The spiders, now not possessed by the night, ran back to the caves. Steve stood back to admire the sunrise, when the unthinkable happened. Steve had let his guard down, then he heard the distinctive sound, the sound of a creeper preparing to explode “ssssssssss” a look of devastation appeared on Steve’s face, before he even had time to react, the creeper detonated, shattering his armor, and leaving him open to more attacks, he leaped up to his feet, drew his sword, one last creeper dashed toward him, with a mighty swing he slayed the explosive beast with one blow, and his dull sword shattered into a thousand pieces.
After that, He never went outside at night again. One day Steve went spelunking to explore a cave he recently found, hours went by and by, and he came across a mossy cobblestone, he reached into his pack, and pulled out a pickaxe. He dug his way into the old dungeon, he found it was where somebody else once was, but the chest inside was still there. Upon opening the lonely chest, he found only one thing inside, with a name on it, “Dr. Leon Sysk” the first page was a biography, Sysk was a man of archeology, mineralogy, zoology, “a very smart man, how did he become journal-less?” The last page of his journal however, looked to be a daring Endeavour, a door of some kind with phantom flames, and a man and a pig, strapped together. Instructions were left on that last page
“Step 1. Gather 14 pounds of obsidian, 28 recommended in case of emergency step 2. Use the obsidian to construct a frame 4 meters wide and 5 meters tall. Step 3. Add some sort of still-burning flame, then step back and watch the magic happen”
the journal itself looked to have quite some age. Steve gathered materials for several days
“This door, this portal, I soon shall raise” Steve said triumphantly, fetching his pick from the chest’s lid and dashing off into the darkness of the cave.
“’gather 14 pounds of obsidian, 28 recommended in case of emergency’ seems easy enough” Steve muttered under his breath.
He came across a lava spring, he was lucky that most of it was solidified into fresh obsidian.
“It’s the mother load!” Steve exclaimed, as if he hit a huge patch of diamond and gold.
He started mining, and was surprised to find obsidian is the hardest material he has found to date, taking 45 seconds to mine a mere pound of it. Steve eventually emerged from the cave, carrying 28 pounds of obsidian in his pack.
“Next step, ‘use the obsidian to construct a frame 4 meters wide, 5 tall’ seems easy enough,”
Steve worked for about half an hour, when finally his frame was complete.
“Final step ‘add some sort of still burning flame to the frame’”
Steve grabbed a torch from the chest he had in his house (he was building indoors)
“Where’s this doctor, can I save him? Is he here in this place he writes about? Is he in the Nether?”
He held the torch up to the frame he had made,
“Let’s watch some magic happen”
He threw the torch into the empty frame, and just like that, the torch exploded, filling the frame with an eerie, purple fire. To Steve’s discomfort, there were whispers coming from the now activated portal, then he saw a horrific, white-as-snow, weeping face inside his portal.
“What the..?”
The face exited the portal and in a deep, raspy voice it spoke to Steve.
“This is not allowed, you are not allowed in the Nether. There will be unforeseen consequences”
The sun and moon started spiraling out of control in an endless sped up cycle of night and day.
“Not allowed? I’ll be the judge of that! What the heck’s going on anyway? Look at the colors…..” Steve droned as if in a trance as the world’s colors morphed into a dreamlike state
“The ghost who walks among man shall not interfere; we shall not allow HIM to interfere”
The body supposedly made of pure evil, a mirror image of Steve, the Herobrine, appeared before Steve, snapping him out of his trance.
“Oh crap,” Steve had only heard rumors of the Herobrine, and had in no way suspected that they were actually true
“It was foretold, a lost Hero would gather Brine from the ocean. We cannot maintain our presence, it was foretold.” The demonic spirit shed blood red tears and started to wither back into the portal
“as we fade out into nothingness we cannot allow your future. We have delivered the warning”
The spirit’s voice pitch and speed rapidly increased as water started to leak from the portal, not before the spirit demateriaized
“We will be waiting in the Nether as we fade out into nothingnesssssssss”
There was an explosion, and Steve awoke in his bed, his portal, no water, no spirit, still active by his bedside, where it was to begin with. All seemed well until Steve stood up and found a note on his crafting board “We shall be waiting”
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It's like that one time someone made a minecraft story journal and then everyone else started doing it.
you know what, screw it. Might as well join the burning boat rather than jump into the shark-filled water.
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I like you calling Herobrine the ghost that walks among men, but where did Steve hear rumours of Herobrine? Not a single character has been mentioned anywhere and from the story, it sounds that Steve is entirely alone. Also, a hero would gather brine from the ocean? What the hell?
idk, i got it from an LP vid, the Herobrine is against the ghasts and vice versa, the brine might be a repellent that is spread near a portal or in the herobrines nether home or some **** to keep the ghasts away, idk ill think about it later and update it with an explaination