(Before we start, I just want to point out this story is based around something that happened to me, it's not actually about me, it's through the view of "Steve". Comments are appreciated but please keep them pg13, and if you have something negative to say include a reason that makes you think that way.)
It was the nicest house I had ever built. Cobblestone floor, stone walls, stone brick archways; it was everything I had ever wanted. A long wheat farm, tree farm, storage room, and bedroom. Best of all, it was completely underground, well hidden, and secure... or so I thought.
Four days later...
After a breakfast of bread, I went down to the mines. I was trying to find diamonds, but I wasn't even finding iron. After a while, I became so tired that it looked like the stone I was mining was re-appearing before my eyes. I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up, I went back to mining. Before long my last pickaxe broke, so I went back to the house to make another one. When I arrived at the far side of the tree farm, I saw something that made my blood run cold... water pouring in through the ceiling.
At first I was so stunned I couldn't move. Had a enderman let the water in? No, a enderman would have been burned by the water. But the only other option was impossible... That someone had dug through the roof, and was inside the house.
Trying to find if whoever had broken in was still there, I went up the stairs to the observation deck. By now I wasn't scared, but curious as to if whoever had found me wanted to stay, and maybe even be friends.
I walked out to the main room and stopped. Who ever had done this clearly didn't want to stay, because not only had the entire farm been harvested, but the tilled soil had been trampled to dirt.
Walking into my bedroom, I open the chest that I keep all my most important belongings (in hindsight I should have put them in my hidden chest), and stare at the half empty, formally full, chest.
I sprint down the stairs, into my storage room and throw open all my storage chests. Everything of value has been stolen. The iron, the coal, even my watch has all been stolen. I walk around the house, look at the trampled farm, the empty chests, the hole in the roof where the robber entered, and exited, my house.
The worst part of it all? Tools, iron, and coal can all be remade and found, but my sense of security can never be never be replaced. Always knowing that if one person found it, others can as well. Or, wondering if the person that robbed me is still around...
Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a comment about what you thought of my story.
The guy probably used Zombe's mod. so he can look through the ground and find all your chests hidden or not. if your not on a server with some sort of locked chest mod then it gets crazy. im switching my server over to lethal drive, you should check it out. here
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(Before we start, I just want to point out this story is based around something that happened to me, it's not actually about me, it's through the view of "Steve". Comments are appreciated but please keep them pg13, and if you have something negative to say include a reason that makes you think that way.)
It was the nicest house I had ever built. Cobblestone floor, stone walls, stone brick archways; it was everything I had ever wanted. A long wheat farm, tree farm, storage room, and bedroom. Best of all, it was completely underground, well hidden, and secure... or so I thought.
Four days later...
After a breakfast of bread, I went down to the mines. I was trying to find diamonds, but I wasn't even finding iron. After a while, I became so tired that it looked like the stone I was mining was re-appearing before my eyes. I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up, I went back to mining. Before long my last pickaxe broke, so I went back to the house to make another one. When I arrived at the far side of the tree farm, I saw something that made my blood run cold... water pouring in through the ceiling.
At first I was so stunned I couldn't move. Had a enderman let the water in? No, a enderman would have been burned by the water. But the only other option was impossible... That someone had dug through the roof, and was inside the house.
Trying to find if whoever had broken in was still there, I went up the stairs to the observation deck. By now I wasn't scared, but curious as to if whoever had found me wanted to stay, and maybe even be friends.
I walked out to the main room and stopped. Who ever had done this clearly didn't want to stay, because not only had the entire farm been harvested, but the tilled soil had been trampled to dirt.
Walking into my bedroom, I open the chest that I keep all my most important belongings (in hindsight I should have put them in my hidden chest), and stare at the half empty, formally full, chest.
I sprint down the stairs, into my storage room and throw open all my storage chests. Everything of value has been stolen. The iron, the coal, even my watch has all been stolen. I walk around the house, look at the trampled farm, the empty chests, the hole in the roof where the robber entered, and exited, my house.
The worst part of it all? Tools, iron, and coal can all be remade and found, but my sense of security can never be never be replaced. Always knowing that if one person found it, others can as well. Or, wondering if the person that robbed me is still around...
Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a comment about what you thought of my story.
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Thanks:) I didn't give it much thought. I just started a new house with what I had on me. Im happy to see you like the story.
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