Masterfully written, page turning, and will leave you breathless with every new chapter! - The New York Times
... or some other trite nonsense. :smile.gif:
I like it - it's quite unique for a fanfic. Er ... a Minecraft Fanfic nonetheless! I enjoyed reading the various chapters and how deep they were *ahem* crafted! (See what I did there?) Keep supplying the awesomesauce. But I swear - if you even make a passing reference to Him, Herobrine, or any related, I will tear my eyes out. You'll feel really bad when you see me rip out my eyes. :tongue.gif:
I don't like seeing repetition or overused cliches, (such as Herobrine, or Chuck Norris), FYI.
Anyways, bookmarked and subscribed. Have fun writing, and wow Notch w/ your word *ahem* crafting skills.
Urgh ... I hate my jokes.
Masterfully written, page turning, and will leave you breathless with every new chapter! - The New York Times
... or some other trite nonsense. :smile.gif:
I like it - it's quite unique for a fanfic. Er ... a Minecraft Fanfic nonetheless! I enjoyed reading the various chapters and how deep they were *ahem* crafted! (See what I did there?) Keep supplying the awesomesauce. But I swear - if you even make a passing reference to Him, Herobrine, or any related, I will tear my eyes out. You'll feel really bad when you see me rip out my eyes. :tongue.gif:
I don't like seeing repetition or overused cliches, (such as Herobrine, or Chuck Norris), FYI.
Anyways, bookmarked and subscribed. Have fun writing, and wow Notch w/ your word *ahem* crafting skills.
Urgh ... I hate my jokes.
I agree if herobrines in, I'm out. I hope this project takes off with the power of 3 lava buckets!
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I was the second person to use the avatar I have. The rest took it from me. The first I asked, he said yes.
I know what I'm doing. I plan ahead, or get tired and screw up everything.
Wow! Epic story bro. Isaac definitely needs a pet pig. Just saying.
Or a citrus fruit, LOL.
But I swear - if you even make a passing reference to Him, Herobrine, or any related, I will tear my eyes out. You'll feel really bad when you see me rip out my eyes. :tongue.gif:
Don't worry guys, him/herobrine isn't haunting this minecraft world (or any for that matter ;D). I dislike cliche's as much as anyone.
Also, sorry for not updating today. But it is thanksgiving afterall.
Wow! Epic story bro. Isaac definitely needs a pet pig. Just saying.
Or a citrus fruit, LOL.
But I swear - if you even make a passing reference to Him, Herobrine, or any related, I will tear my eyes out. You'll feel really bad when you see me rip out my eyes. :tongue.gif:
Don't worry guys, him/herobrine isn't haunting this minecraft world (or any for that matter ;D). I dislike cliche's as much as anyone.
Also, sorry for not updating today. But it is thanksgiving afterall.
Yeah, no problem. Everyone needs a break to get some new ideas... Or to stop welts from forming on their hands because of to much typing.
Also: Do you think youl mention a creeper ambush, as in: "SSSSSSSS" "OH SHI-" *boom*
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I was the second person to use the avatar I have. The rest took it from me. The first I asked, he said yes.
I know what I'm doing. I plan ahead, or get tired and screw up everything.
Okay, that's enough comments now. More story. Before I decide NOT to randomly bump this.
Crack out the story, monkey boy. XD
Well, here you go:
"That's it?! That's all you have to do to make a crafting bench?" Asked Isaac after Thomas showed him how to crudely jam four planks of wood together.
"You think more people would know it, wouldn't you? They make quite a big deal out of it in the city, but every one here has at least more than one." Thomas laughed. "We all have to earn our way into it of course."
"Are you the leader of The Ground, Thomas?"
"No, not at all. I'm just the head of this sector. The Ground is split up into many little sectors with their own little leaderships. Our actual leader spends most of her time trying to find a way out of this bloody wasteland that doesn't involve going back to the city."
"Why don't you guys just clear up all the blocks? You have the people and the tools to do so."
"And risk getting spotted by the city? Think about it, Isaac. They think this place is so horrid that they've decided to forget about it altogether. If we make it obvious that we're here, there's no doubt that they'd take us all back up. Don't fool yourself. Plenty of the officials up there still know what the ground is"
"What happened to Matthias?" Isaac asked, suddenly remembering him.
"He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the clutter. He had the beginnings of a greifer, and wanted to destroy every block he came across. Everyone saw it, including him. He slipped away one night and left a note saying that he would return to the city for our safety. A damn shame too; he was one of our best fighters."
He looked at Isaac.
"See to it that you fill his shoes."
And Isaac did. Weeks passed, and Isaac was being recruited into monster-clearing parties more and more often. He found himself growing stronger and more skilled with the sword. Soon enough, he was the main person you'd want to join your mining group. In the dark, he'd hear monsters coming before anyone else. Built but not overly muscular, he'd quickly take off skeleton's limbs before they could fire a single arrow, and lop off the heads of zombies before anyone even noticed the danger.
When Isaac wasn't with the mining parties or in the morning monster-clearing, he'd join The Scouters during the day. They'd search for anything valuable. Sometimes they'd find an occasional group of pigs, and that night they'd have a feast. Saplings were really rare, and were thought of as one of the highest value objects in all of The Ground.
A full month after Isaac's arrival, they were having one such scouting party. Despite the noon sun shining down on them, it was chilly. It was going to be winter soon. They weaved their way through the blocks. Seeing all the random blocks so often had desensitized Isaac, and now he could pick out patterns amidst the mess of cubes. There were many little shelters here and there, to protect the occasional person trapped outside at night. They were very well hidden. Isaac would never have been able to see them had he not been living here for a month.
The map readers warned that they were entering uncharted territory. They were walking along as usual, when someone shouted that they found something new. They made their way to where the person had spotted it, and it was immediately obvious what was new. It looked like a doorway, but larger and made out of an unknown blackish material that looked familiar, somehow. It was also incomplete; a block was missing on its left side. The remnants of the room surrounding it was full of bookcases.
Jessica, their scouting leader, spoke.
"Isaac, what do you think it is?"
"I don't exactly know. I think I've seen it somewhere before, but I'm not sure."
"I know, me too. Like something from a dream. Try to take some of it."
Isaac looked closer at the stuff. It was hard to the touch. He reached into his bag and pulled out his Iron pickaxe. He tried to mine away at it, but it was nearly impossible. It simply wouldn't give way. Something clicked in his head.
"I know. This stuff is formed when water touches lava. I've seen it once when I crossed a lava lake with the miners. They poured some over the lava and it got hardened. We've never tried to mine it before. It's too hard."
"But diamond is harder, right?" Asked Jessica.
"True. I've never thought of that. And why did someone take the time to mine some and build this out of it?"
"Let's find out." She looked at the bookcases around her. "All these books are here for a reason. Everyone fill up your bags and let's head back."
Isaac filled up his bag. He took one book out and opened to the cover. The Nether, it said in handwriting. He shrugged and kept walking.
http://www.pcgamer.com/2011/04/19/download-the-minecraft-demo/
"A shepherd must tend to his flock, especially when they have grown…unruly."
... or some other trite nonsense. :smile.gif:
I like it - it's quite unique for a fanfic. Er ... a Minecraft Fanfic nonetheless! I enjoyed reading the various chapters and how deep they were *ahem* crafted! (See what I did there?) Keep supplying the awesomesauce. But I swear - if you even make a passing reference to Him, Herobrine, or any related, I will tear my eyes out. You'll feel really bad when you see me rip out my eyes. :tongue.gif:
I don't like seeing repetition or overused cliches, (such as Herobrine, or Chuck Norris), FYI.
Anyways, bookmarked and subscribed. Have fun writing, and wow Notch w/ your word *ahem* crafting skills.
Urgh ... I hate my jokes.
I agree if herobrines in, I'm out. I hope this project takes off with the power of 3 lava buckets!
I was the second person to use the avatar I have. The rest took it from me. The first I asked, he said yes.
I know what I'm doing. I plan ahead, or get tired and screw up everything.
Or a citrus fruit, LOL.
Don't worry guys, him/herobrine isn't haunting this minecraft world (or any for that matter ;D). I dislike cliche's as much as anyone.
Also, sorry for not updating today. But it is thanksgiving afterall.
Gimme
Yeah, no problem. Everyone needs a break to get some new ideas... Or to stop welts from forming on their hands because of to much typing.
Also: Do you think youl mention a creeper ambush, as in: "SSSSSSSS" "OH SHI-" *boom*
I was the second person to use the avatar I have. The rest took it from me. The first I asked, he said yes.
I know what I'm doing. I plan ahead, or get tired and screw up everything.
Neither did I but this is a great story, why don't you read the first chapter?
I was the second person to use the avatar I have. The rest took it from me. The first I asked, he said yes.
I know what I'm doing. I plan ahead, or get tired and screw up everything.
Crack out the story, monkey boy. XD
Well, here you go:
"That's it?! That's all you have to do to make a crafting bench?" Asked Isaac after Thomas showed him how to crudely jam four planks of wood together.
"You think more people would know it, wouldn't you? They make quite a big deal out of it in the city, but every one here has at least more than one." Thomas laughed. "We all have to earn our way into it of course."
"Are you the leader of The Ground, Thomas?"
"No, not at all. I'm just the head of this sector. The Ground is split up into many little sectors with their own little leaderships. Our actual leader spends most of her time trying to find a way out of this bloody wasteland that doesn't involve going back to the city."
"Why don't you guys just clear up all the blocks? You have the people and the tools to do so."
"And risk getting spotted by the city? Think about it, Isaac. They think this place is so horrid that they've decided to forget about it altogether. If we make it obvious that we're here, there's no doubt that they'd take us all back up. Don't fool yourself. Plenty of the officials up there still know what the ground is"
"What happened to Matthias?" Isaac asked, suddenly remembering him.
"He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the clutter. He had the beginnings of a greifer, and wanted to destroy every block he came across. Everyone saw it, including him. He slipped away one night and left a note saying that he would return to the city for our safety. A damn shame too; he was one of our best fighters."
He looked at Isaac.
"See to it that you fill his shoes."
And Isaac did. Weeks passed, and Isaac was being recruited into monster-clearing parties more and more often. He found himself growing stronger and more skilled with the sword. Soon enough, he was the main person you'd want to join your mining group. In the dark, he'd hear monsters coming before anyone else. Built but not overly muscular, he'd quickly take off skeleton's limbs before they could fire a single arrow, and lop off the heads of zombies before anyone even noticed the danger.
When Isaac wasn't with the mining parties or in the morning monster-clearing, he'd join The Scouters during the day. They'd search for anything valuable. Sometimes they'd find an occasional group of pigs, and that night they'd have a feast. Saplings were really rare, and were thought of as one of the highest value objects in all of The Ground.
A full month after Isaac's arrival, they were having one such scouting party. Despite the noon sun shining down on them, it was chilly. It was going to be winter soon. They weaved their way through the blocks. Seeing all the random blocks so often had desensitized Isaac, and now he could pick out patterns amidst the mess of cubes. There were many little shelters here and there, to protect the occasional person trapped outside at night. They were very well hidden. Isaac would never have been able to see them had he not been living here for a month.
The map readers warned that they were entering uncharted territory. They were walking along as usual, when someone shouted that they found something new. They made their way to where the person had spotted it, and it was immediately obvious what was new. It looked like a doorway, but larger and made out of an unknown blackish material that looked familiar, somehow. It was also incomplete; a block was missing on its left side. The remnants of the room surrounding it was full of bookcases.
Jessica, their scouting leader, spoke.
"Isaac, what do you think it is?"
"I don't exactly know. I think I've seen it somewhere before, but I'm not sure."
"I know, me too. Like something from a dream. Try to take some of it."
Isaac looked closer at the stuff. It was hard to the touch. He reached into his bag and pulled out his Iron pickaxe. He tried to mine away at it, but it was nearly impossible. It simply wouldn't give way. Something clicked in his head.
"I know. This stuff is formed when water touches lava. I've seen it once when I crossed a lava lake with the miners. They poured some over the lava and it got hardened. We've never tried to mine it before. It's too hard."
"But diamond is harder, right?" Asked Jessica.
"True. I've never thought of that. And why did someone take the time to mine some and build this out of it?"
"Let's find out." She looked at the bookcases around her. "All these books are here for a reason. Everyone fill up your bags and let's head back."
Isaac filled up his bag. He took one book out and opened to the cover. The Nether, it said in handwriting. He shrugged and kept walking.
Gimme
So ...
Ghasts?
Notch walking on Lava?
Pigmen?
How about TEXTURE PACKS?
Or all at once? Your choice!
hev a Notch
MORE!
Here is some bacon! [Bacon]