I have thought of three stories based around minecraft and would like your opinion on them.
Let's start with the smallest, and the one that's not really much of a story. Oh well, here it is:
I think endermen are really miners that traveled to the farlands, The strange physics stretching there body and turning it black, Throwing them into eternal pain as they use the corrupted physics of there world to travel to others, The memories of the farlands haunting them as they move around blocks to get that nostalgic feeling of mining in there once beautiful world, The site of the pure miners of the world there in driving them over the edge at the thought of what they once were.
My second story, based loosly on the fact notch made creepers after failing to make pigs:
The lesser god of nature, Rana, Lovingly crafted every animal and plant for notches great world. She had created pigs, Sheeps, And cows, All with a purpose, The pig made to sacrifice itself to heal man's wounds, And keep him strong. The evil brother of notch, Herobrine, Tried to corrupt all rana did. Grass turned to sand, Trees turned to poisonous mushrooms, And the pigs made to heal mans wounds turned into a corrupted demon, Becoming sickly green from being filled with explosive gunpowder and there head filled with a firey rage. Yet the lesser god of crafting, Steve, And his brother black steve, Gave man the cleverness to make use of the corruption, But not before the evilness of the creeper burned away the life of man, The corruption spreading. For those who's flesh did not burn away completely, They turned to zombies. Creating more of the evil army needed for herobrine. Steve did the one thing he could, Give
man the gift of weapons. Man unknowingly thought a holy battle against the monsters that last still today.
And my third, this one I actually titled "The first skeleton":
There once was an archer, He guarded a small town in the middle of a field, He lived with a small family and an old miner. One night, He went into the old mans house after hearing a load crash, He found a whole in the floor going into the cave. He entered into the cave and searched for the old man, Finding him stand over a lava pit on a bit of stone, Diamonds gleamed from the light from the lava, The archer being consumed with greed. He prepared an arrow and waited for the old man to mind the diamonds out, Mumbling about how he would buy the family food, help the town, Repair his floor, When the diamonds were minded out, He was struck in the back by an arrow. He fell into the lava bellow. The archer threw down his bow and ran to the diamonds, Collecting them. He had not noticed that the father had seen the entire thing and aimed the bow at him, Hitting him in the shoulder.
The archer still grasped at diamonds, And turned to the father, Yelling about how he wouldn't let him take the diamonds, How he would keep it all for himself. In a last ditch attempt to escape, He jumped into the lava, Cursing the family's name. The father mourned the lost of his friends, And went home to tell the news to his family.
The next day, A patrol of adventures entered the town to find the family murdered, Arrows pierced through them with extreme accuracy. They stayed the night, To find them selves being attacked by an unknow archer, Only one survived. He described the attacker as a pale white, Thin, With a unchanging expersion of a demented smile. He was described as a skeleton.
The first skeleton.
I may not be that good at presentation but please let me know what you thought of the stories.
Let's start with the smallest, and the one that's not really much of a story. Oh well, here it is:
I think endermen are really miners that traveled to the farlands, The strange physics stretching there body and turning it black, Throwing them into eternal pain as they use the corrupted physics of there world to travel to others, The memories of the farlands haunting them as they move around blocks to get that nostalgic feeling of mining in there once beautiful world, The site of the pure miners of the world there in driving them over the edge at the thought of what they once were.
My second story, based loosly on the fact notch made creepers after failing to make pigs:
The lesser god of nature, Rana, Lovingly crafted every animal and plant for notches great world. She had created pigs, Sheeps, And cows, All with a purpose, The pig made to sacrifice itself to heal man's wounds, And keep him strong. The evil brother of notch, Herobrine, Tried to corrupt all rana did. Grass turned to sand, Trees turned to poisonous mushrooms, And the pigs made to heal mans wounds turned into a corrupted demon, Becoming sickly green from being filled with explosive gunpowder and there head filled with a firey rage. Yet the lesser god of crafting, Steve, And his brother black steve, Gave man the cleverness to make use of the corruption, But not before the evilness of the creeper burned away the life of man, The corruption spreading. For those who's flesh did not burn away completely, They turned to zombies. Creating more of the evil army needed for herobrine. Steve did the one thing he could, Give
man the gift of weapons. Man unknowingly thought a holy battle against the monsters that last still today.
And my third, this one I actually titled "The first skeleton":
There once was an archer, He guarded a small town in the middle of a field, He lived with a small family and an old miner. One night, He went into the old mans house after hearing a load crash, He found a whole in the floor going into the cave. He entered into the cave and searched for the old man, Finding him stand over a lava pit on a bit of stone, Diamonds gleamed from the light from the lava, The archer being consumed with greed. He prepared an arrow and waited for the old man to mind the diamonds out, Mumbling about how he would buy the family food, help the town, Repair his floor, When the diamonds were minded out, He was struck in the back by an arrow. He fell into the lava bellow. The archer threw down his bow and ran to the diamonds, Collecting them. He had not noticed that the father had seen the entire thing and aimed the bow at him, Hitting him in the shoulder.
The archer still grasped at diamonds, And turned to the father, Yelling about how he wouldn't let him take the diamonds, How he would keep it all for himself. In a last ditch attempt to escape, He jumped into the lava, Cursing the family's name. The father mourned the lost of his friends, And went home to tell the news to his family.
The next day, A patrol of adventures entered the town to find the family murdered, Arrows pierced through them with extreme accuracy. They stayed the night, To find them selves being attacked by an unknow archer, Only one survived. He described the attacker as a pale white, Thin, With a unchanging expersion of a demented smile. He was described as a skeleton.
The first skeleton.
I may not be that good at presentation but please let me know what you thought of the stories.
Remember: cannibalism is always an option.
In the second one, you implemented Herobrine in a unique and interesting way.
Sadly, I don't have enough time to read the third.