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Recollections of the Minecraftian Under-Dark (The Journals of MineCrak)

"I can hear and smell the briny swell of the tide, so close and loud after so very long. So unlike the still flat cold waters of the dark seas that move for no man down below.

After years of wandering, of searching for an answer above the ground and under the sky, I finally grew despondent to the point of taking my chances beneath the soil, shrouded from the safety and warmth that even the moon offered in some measure compared to where I descended..

It took every bit of courage and experience I had previously gained to survive my time in the under-dark, and more. I had thought the monsters and perversions of nature upon the surface, and in the caves which merely pretend at being underground, were horrid enough to test ones resolve, but no. What lies below cannot be prepared for, cannot be accepted or rationalized even in ones nightmares.

It was not skill alone that has preserved me through this foolish lost stumbling into the unknown, it was the goddess luck shining on me by any means she could, through the glistening wet glowing mushrooms and wall lichens and even the dead glow in the eyes of the undead clawing their way through the darkness as lost as I.

Such ungodly horrors I witnessed and ran from that I found compassion even for a zombie pigman who was trapped and being toyed with in ways that even tormented its damned soul. Against all caution and reason I conspired in that dark time to release it from its misery, despite what would surely happen to me. I succeeded, but eventually I grew to hate that zombie pigman for the mercy I had shown it, as its jailors and tormentors came for me. Weeks of darkness and weariness without relief became my existence with the sounds of scratching and slithering following behind me. Again, only the goddess luck saved me as the hounds on my scent were gobbled up by something even more heinous then they, something that apparently had no taste for my flesh or so I presume as it spit or expelled me out of itself in some way. I just laid there engulfed in odorous mucous hearing without trying the long drawn out screams and suffering of those who pursued me as they were slowly enjoyed by my benefactor.

But not all was woe and suffering in that other world. There were sites many a man would gladly sell their souls to see, experiences and flavors they'd happily betray their most beloved for. And treasure, yes, treasures a king would sacrifice all his legions and harems to possess. Even paradise. I found one such paradise amongst all the gloom. I would be there yet if I hadn't become the very seed of its destruction. For ages untold the inhabitants had lived free of the evils surrounding them, ensconced in a geographic anomaly that both provided for their needs as well as shielded them from the rest of the worlds deprivations. Sadly luck is capricious, she guided me in my travels to tunnel through just the one spot bordering this paradise that wasn't shielded. The natives were wide eyed with wonder and acceptance at my arrival. They treated me like a king, though they had no conception of nor need of such a thing. I was so happy there after all these years of being alone that I was ready to end my quest there, to forsake all my questions and the quest for their answers and let that little domain be the extant of my universe forever more.

That lucky tunnel I had made which gave me access to heaven, it became the crack in heavens gate through which barbarians invaded. The long winding and desperate path that had eventually led me to this fulfillment of all my dreams also ended up being the path that led to its destruction. I don't know if I just made unfortunate connections through various domains that allowed chance to bring the horde in, or if it was the odor of my alien spore and sweat that led them to me, but in the end it was I who led them there.. The natives of paradise, my people, had no conception of fear in them. The slaughter and feasting was unnaturally silent on their part, no screams, they just sat or stood there watching as their executioners descended upon them. Even the twisted and hideous barbarians took some pause at this reception, but it did not stop them.

I was above it all when it happened, my friends had made for me a palatial home directly above the hole I had crawled through to their realm. I had been sitting on the balcony drinking a tea with exquisite flavor and rejuvenation qualities that cannot be found in surface lands when the horde rushed forth beneath me. After the silence of the end I remember nothing, until I awoke in the dark of some damp and mushy floored cave vomiting and crying. I can only guess that some combination of fear exhaustion desperation and instinct took over control of my body and mind and made me flee the attack.

It has been in this empty state of loss and guilt that I have been wandering upwards ever since. In a delirium that has made me question any memories of the surface as mere fantasy and delusion. But now I smell and hear it, and it is so different from what has been before that I know it is real. I will keep following the odor and sound of the salty ocean through these caves and tunnels, with no plan in mind, no hope. It's just what I must do. Only now it isn't monsters I flee, it's what I have done that I flee."

Copyright 2014 by MineCrak (and owner of the name MineCrak)

Quote from AetherialBedouin»

Btw Cuchaz, as I'm sure I've said before I love what you're doing with this mod, and the ships mod looks good too, so I just Patreon'd you :). I hope it helps in whatever small way possible.

Quote from Mysterio_N»

Thanks for reminding me, now I'm a Patreon too =)

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Did you go some where or are you just gonna change focus and work on this somemore?
If so can I ask what your working on now
TWM for 1.7.10
or implementing TWM into M3L