This is my characters journal, showing his experience's on his land, his bad start, hitting the jackpot, meeting a miserable and unpleasant but not entirely fatal, end. So it begins:
Profile (gets updated at end)
Name: Unknown
Age: Currently unknown
Height: 1m 89cm/6 2"
Race: Appears to be tanned male, later is found to be parchment white with a ghostly face
Weight: woke with about about 63 kg/ 138 lbs.
Day 1: I woke up on a mysterious island somewhere. When i awoke I was situated on a small sub-island not far off from the mainland. The first thing I did was assess my situation, which was not good at all; I was along, with nothing to eat or drink, on a mysterious land far, far away from civilization, the sun was already setting, and whatever the people who put me here had used to drug me and put me to sleep, was still wearing off. I decided I needed some basic shelter and set off for the mainland. After swimming for about 10 minutes, i reached the mainland, but unfortunately at a steep, almost un-claimable, slope. I wasted a precious hour climbing that precipice but it was worth it in the end, because I had happened to find a fresh water spring nearby, this meant there was also mud for a basic shelter. After a hearty meal of half-rotten apples and grass with spring water, i set about working on the shelter, using dirt and mud for a sturdy structure. after several hours, the hut was done and the moon was high. I was settling down for a sleep when I heard a moan from somewhere beyond the pond, amidst some trees. then something lie a click, followed by the sound a of a fuse burning behind me. I turned around just in time to see a disgusting green creature with 4 feet and about my height, skin peeling off in flakes the size of my hand, and a mask of horror frozen on his face. a split second later it blew up. luckily, it appeared to only have been targeting my shelter, and only knocked me back a little from the blast. The crater was sizable and had some spring water leaking in. I was scared witless and ran northwards for several minutes until I came to a large mountain with a small cove in its smooth wall. I settled down there for a few minutes to catch my breath, when this journal dropped from somewhere above, simply saying "here". So I decided to settle here. I looked up to see where the journal had come from, but all I saw was a flash of a greeny-blue, like my shirt then nothing.
Day 12: its nearly been 2 weeks since I woke up, disoriented and in shock on a small island in the middle of nowhere. In the time I have spent here, I have done an extensive amount of thinking. I have also been working harder than ever before in my life, which now makes me wonder....I don't remember anything after what was a normal day coming home, and having an interesting message on my answering machine. However, back to the current situation, I have built a small Wooden house in the cove in the mountain, and have made primitive mining tools for the nearby cave. I have finally thought of a good name for those 4-legged creatures that blew up my first shelter, Creepers; simply because of the fact that they make no noise what so ever and always creep up on you. So along with Creepers destroying all that I have made, I also have the confounded undead shooting at me and trying to eat me, and Giant spiders trying to poison me! Thankfully, I discovered they are all allergic to light, and with many attempts, I have made torches and placed them around my turf in a protective ring, rendering me safe for now. Food has been a bit of a problem recently though, my apple tree has run out, and my pig farm has to breed for a bit. the only thing left to eat now is the mushrooms I keep seeing, however I fear they may be poisonous, so I am keeping away until I urgently need them. I have been thinking of making a hoe, to see if I can find and sow seeds and begin farming. My mysterious friend has visited me as well, but as always, keeping mysterious. He has helped me with many of my tools, such as showing me a blue-print for a crafting table and for a furnace. I haven't been sleeping lately though, for when I do, I am plagued by nightmares of a a mysterious man, with a beard, smiling down on me and playing with my life, as if I was but a puppet! Must be all those rotting apples....
Day 36: It's been little over a month now, and this rugged life-style has really changed me...My skin is deeply tanned from hours of working in the sun, my beard has grown to a rough goatee, my muscles have nearly doubled in size, and all previous fat, has been replaced by straining muscle. My knowledge of the wilderness has surpassed anything I though was possible, and this is probably because before now, I never had to grow my own food and obtain my own resources. I have been venturing more and more into the mines lately, going deeper and further along it, and have recently found a large cavern, with what appear to be a natural underground lake, both lava and water. I have also found stronger materials than stone for my tools, like iron and gold. But since gold is a soft metal, I use iron, though It has many other uses to, like for basic buckets and hopefully soon, more complicated tools, like a compass. I have not only been exploring my caves but also my surrounding area, which is physically impossible, unless I am not on Earth, which, i fear to acknowledge, is becoming a more and more plausible situation. Floating islands? not really possible! Oh well....Recently, I have had a nagging feeling that there is something deep down below me, is pulling me there. a calling, sort of...
Day 83: A new ore has been found, which is....amazing, really. however, this is also bad...This confirms the fact, that I am no longer on earth. This new mineral I shall christen Red-stone, because of the red, sandstone-like ore that is found within a rocky cover. This red-stone crumbles very easily though...I usually rub some red dust on un burnt torches to make a new, magical torch (no kidding!) When placed next adjacent to red dust on the floor, the dust reacts in a way similar to that of metal being near electricity, this could mean I could use this new kind of torch to make basic electronic based contraptions. I have also found lot of diamonds down there, along with a new danger....Giant balls of slime, and when I kill them, they simply split into two, making them extremely dangerous. My farm is doing great, I have managed to reap about 15 loaves of bread in the last harvest, which is triple from last harvest! I have also began to cultivate my mountain. I am building a large bridge across from one side of my valley to the other side, on the top of the mountains. I have also found a small cave that, with a little bit of effort and wood, I have turned into what would resemble a museum hall. This has allowed me to make use of the paper I have been harvesting from my bamboo. Soon I will fill it with paintings, out of sheer boredom. My friend hasn't been friendly recently, and is beginning to scare me, I sometimes see him deep down in the mine, his white eyes staring at me from the dark.
Day 124: A new plan, a new adventure! My friend, who I have finally named Herobrine, has given me the first plan I have seen in months. It seems to be much more Celtic style than the last ones, strange writing symbols everywhere, and very vague plans...seems extremely old too...I can only make out the words "black stone" which I think is referring to Obsidian. The plans show a door way which looks about 4 by 5 meters and requires some start of "spark" to open some sort of portal...Because of recent events, I believe anything is possible here, so I am soon setting off for the mines to look for some obsidian. It may take some time, so I have began attempting to make a watch, using the strange mineral, red-stone and some sort of metal, probably gold, seeing as I have run out of iron, and try to make a watch or some sort of time measuring device. Other than that, life here has been normal, or as normal as living in a mysterious planet where the dead walk at night and creatures blow up in your face, where islands float and portals can be made, can be.
Day 196: The portal, still glows....luring me...begging me...I can feel its evil pull, its essence sneaking into my soul.....those horrors I saw down there...they haunt me even when i blink, pushing me to the edge and sends me into despair I haven't left the home for days now...,I fear I may be losing it, all because of that blasted doorway! thats it, tomorrow I stock up and enter that netherworld that I saw, and face whatever evils await me there. This could be the end for me, and whatever I leave behind will be wiped out in time, and some other unlucky guy will be put here, to roam pointlessly like I did....That bast*rd Herobrine will probably take this journal and rip out my pages and set fire to my house...He did all this....I will have to take this journal with, and some supplies too, including enough obsidian to get out.
Day ...I don't know anymore, time no longer applies: I am going to die here, Ghasts attack me in groups, and my water is nearly out, I am living off the charred flesh of half pig half man zombies, I am constantly moving in cation, dodging fire and fireballs and trying to kill a Zombie pigman in isolation, so I can try to eat his charred husk...Even now, I'm sitting in fear, hiding behind what appears to be a brittle form of gold. My tools are all but destroyed, and my fists are charred from putting out fires with my hands, I have lost my way, and there is no going back from now on, for fear the Ghasts will end me prematurely. I still have my compass, and thats what matters, as soon as I can find a quiet spot, I will make my way out of here. Since I entered this pit, I have not had a quiet moment to myself, apart from now, and that is simply because I have found a small mound of Netherstone to gain temporary refuge, but I must keep moving in case I fall asleep.
Day of The Reaper : I have taken to naming the days after the events of what took place on that day, and today is my day of The Reaper, for today I nearly died, and I am now barely alive, sitting on a ledge looking down what looks almost like an endless chasm, hiding from the screams that haunt me in this endless nightmare. I was running along a ridge, away from a tribe of Zombie Pigmen, who had discovered me in the act of murder, and began to take aggressive action, i was running along a cave with one side completely open to a large cavern. While running I was tripping up in hole of fire, so I began to blindly jump, and I entered a large cave, where I sighted several Ghasts, almost leisurely floating near the roof. I stopped in my tracks and looked back at the pigmen, who were still coming at me even with a few of their number in flames. When I turned I saw a ball of flam heading Directly at me, so I began running again, when I tripped head over heels on to the floor, at which point the pigmen reached me and one of them, slammed the flat of the golden sword into my chest sending me flying into a hole right behind me and I fell for what felt like an eternity, but must've been mere seconds. I landed heavily on some gravel and mud, staying conscious just long enough to see the Ghasts attention move onto the Pigmen who had stolen its prey, before blackness overwhelmed me. In my nightmares, It all came to me, my past, my predicament and all. I was just another average bloke, working long hours, coming home to a small, barely affordable apartment, until one day I got a message from a company called "Nomintch" (Little bit of a reference there to minecraft and Notch there) saying I won some sort of raffle, for a free holiday for a lifetime, which I had though was just some sort of mistake instead of "of a lifetime" So when I checked in they sent me to an office, in which I had a conversation with the man from my nightmares, the one with the beard, he kept saying I was chosen, or selected. So when I said I was in and signed a contract, he gave me a devilish grin, where upon, he pressed a button on his desk, and a dart flew into my neck, knocking me out cold. I woke in a cell and heard some guards speak about "project craft" and sending hundreds of people who had no family, no friends, and no contacts, to mysterious, mineral rich planets, and then observing them through remote controlled bots, which look humanoid. I thought this was crazy and a waste of money. At that point they saw me awake and immediately tranquillized me. Next thing I know I'm free falling to a planet, in some sort of capsule. Last thing i hear is "Mind erasing process beginning". I now know the truth. I now know I have to get off, and I now know how to get off.
Day of Redemption: Today is my day of redemption. I have found a small pocket in the rock out of the eyes of Ghasts and pigmen, and have set about building my portal home. Herobrine....He isn't a man, hes a machine, a important machine, one that is feeding info to home, one that must have someway to communicate, some way of signaling, and someway of saying its time for someone new. I'm going back up top, finding Herobrine, or whatever he is, and scream in his face, or wherever the cameras are that record me, and then begin to dismantle him, looking cor the crucial piece of equipment that will get me off this rock.
Day of Purity: I'm out....the warmth of the sun tingles on my skin, my eyes are slightly blinded from the glare, having spent so long in the dark, my clothes are mere rags, my frame is frail and bony. I am weak, and the world glows in my eyes. I struck in luck, because the sun is rising now. I am going to sleep for the first time in years. I know its been years because as soon as I got to the surface, my watch span at a speed which dizzied me, going to 3 years in the future....I will sleep for a bit, then I will follow my compass home, and to Herobrine.
Day 1291: I know now time again, and my home is withing sight, only...it isn't my home, its changed. There is clearly a new tenant there, so Herobrine won't be expecting me. He will be on the mountain. I have to sneak up there. This will be one of my final entries.
Day 1300: He's dead....I'm sitting on his corpse....Herobrine...he wasn't a machine, but an actual human....He simply carried equipment with him.....I only discovered after I began...searching....This...act of MURDER has made me begin to think....Do I really want to go back? I mean, do I want to go back to nothing? live on the streets, no home, no job, no friends, no family? Here, I'm free...I'm healthy and with Herobrine, or rather Chuck, which is his real name, dead I can live on in peace. The company will be back, but it wont be for a while, and when they do come back.....I'll be ready. I'm staying....However I just have to deal with that...new guy.
Profile update
Name: Jacob Lesden
Age: 42
Height: 1m 89cm/6 2"
Race: Human, clear evidence of genetic modification however
Weight: 90 kg/ 198 lbs
Current Location: [Data Corrupted]
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I am Immortal, I have lived for 800 years. I was at most wars apart from the French Revolution. At the time I was in Canada living with Eskimos
Doing the blog has kind of inspired me to do a sort of "Castaway" comic/michinema thing. I'm working on making a "primitive" texture set(32x32) and I have some skins made that progressively have my clothing be torn and my body acquire things like bruises and scars.
Here's my bio. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much have I writing it. This is actually a not-so-accurate recollection of my events during the free-to-play weekend. After buying it, I began expanding on world 5, which was my second world. This is the story of world 1.
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Name - Forgotten (Calls himself Stephen by Week 1)
Age - Forgotten. Approx. 20 - 30 yrs of age.
Birthday - Forgotten
Height - 5'9
Weight - Forgotten
Favorite Color - Forgotten
Favorite Food - Forgotten. Now is cooked beef.
**Not accurate, pieced together from memory
**Day 1
Who?
Where am I? More importantly.. who am I? These were the main questions swimming around my mind. I was on a small cove, and behind me was a large grove of trees. A mountain was to my direct left and to my right was unexplored wilderness. The sun was right on the horizon, and rising slowly. This was not good. This was not good at all. Just before I was about to break down and start crying, I hear a moo. I swivel around, and I see a calf, looking me straight in the eye. "Go away.", I say. But the calf stays, her feet planted on the ground. "Go away.", I say again, but with more force. The calf does nothing but walk up to me, with a very sad look in her eyes. She must've been separated from her family. "Fine. But you'd better stay quiet." The calf nods her head in agreement. After stroking the calf's coat, I turn to see how much time had passed. To my surprise, the great yellow orb I know as the sun is gone. I look straight up, and the sun is suspended above me. High noon. I hate being stuck out in night, so I begin shoveling whatever I could into my backpack. (Which seemed to be on my back, even before I woke up) I ended up with about sixty or so clumps of dirt, a heap of sand, and a small amount of wood. My knuckles reddened, and I thought I saw a trickle of blood. I ignored it, and started sculpting a crude, yet what I hoped to be an effective shelter against the night. I eventually came up with a lopsided box made of sand, dirt, and wood. I ran inside, and covered up the door with dirt. Night was just sweeping across the land, and luckily, I had finished in time. The problem was.. it was completely black. No matter. I would find an effective source of light later. As I lie down on the soft sand, the calf (which I now name Betty) at my feet and quietly snoring, I hear shuffling outside. I am tempted to look, but I do not, in fear of what I was to see first.
**Day 6
SSSS
I had just encountered my very first hostile. After classifying the night on this forgotten continent harmless, I start harvesting materials during the dead of night. My first few hours went quite well, but after starting on my second tree of the week, I hear an increasingly loud series of steps. I turn around, and I was greeted by a figure, walking straight towards me. I try to make out the shape, a completely straight-standing.. thing, with what seemed to be four feet. I was transfixed, and I begin walking towards it in an effort to communicate. It's head swivels, and I almost trampled over myself trying to run towards my shelter, which had become less lopsided and larger with every passing day. The face was a mottled green, with black pupils for eyes, and a mouth arranged in a sick frown. I hear and see it stalking towards me, and every time I hear it get closer, I swear I can hear a faint 'SSSS' from it. Like a bomb, ready to explode. Luckily, I make it into my shelter, and I think I lose it. How wrong was I. After waiting twice the time it takes me to walk from one end of the cove to the other, I cautiously open the door. I yelp in surprise, as the horrible face popped up. What happened next happened in slow motion. It blew up, and I was sent flying into the water. Then it hits me; I cannot swim. I thrash and scream something horrible, but the liquid fills my mouth, and eventually my lungs. I fall to the bottom of the sea. And I wake up a second later, where I started on Day 1. Something was amiss. I was completely dry. I shrug it off and push it back to the back of my mind, and I start working on my shelter, which the creature, which I dub the Creeper, for how it creeps, destroyed. Tomorrow, I plan on finding a fuel for light, as I have not seen artificial light since Day 1.
**Day 7
Light
I have walked around the large mountain. I fashion myself a crude, but effective, wooden pickaxe. I start harvesting stone, to create a stronger, and more efficient, Creeper-proof shelter. I then see new kind of mineral, with black specks all over it's surface. I try in vain to remember it's name, but after harvesting a few lumps of it, I find that it can give off a large amount of light when lit. I light some and put it on sticks, and call them torches. I place them around my base, and on my spawn point (which I call for some reason) so I can find my way to and from my base. Eventually, I begin to get the hang of crafting tools to make my life easier, and right now, in my backpack were two stone pickaxes, which I plan on harvesting more of the light-giving material from, one wooden and one stone axe, and a simple stone sword. Now I am chopping down trees twice as fast now. This is a great day. Before the sun falls and the moon rises, I create a simple chest of sorts and make a door out of the many logs I have harvested. I store many of my unused tools and materials in there, and two lumps of what I now call Coal. I place the door at the entry way of my base, and I am sure that the Creeper will not attack, as I have observed that, while they do not wither under direct sunlight, they do not like light, and avoid well-lit areas. I sleep well tonight, feeding Betty raw pork I had obtained from a dead pig. We feast heartily for tonight, for tomorrow, I begin exploring.
Name: " 'I' What else would I call myself? So yes, I speak in the third person. Sort of."
Age: "? About three weeks on this planet."
Height: "Just under 2 meters."
Current location: "Alpha Universe, Y4NG Solar System, World 1"
Abilities: "Terraforming powers. Theoretical respawning ability (yet to be tested)."
Fears: "Ninja Creepers, Ghasts, Herobrine. Oh, and pissed off Zombie Pigmen."
Reborn: "October 30th, 2010"
Age: "Currently unknown."
Current goal: "Establish a setting in my current world before journeying into the SMP universe."
I might end up trying to write an SMP based story one of these days.
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Name: unknown
age;unknown
race;unknown(but when i woke up my skin was char black,with blood red stripes running in a spiral, soonafter replaced by human flesh)
height; 2 meters
weight;unknown
Day1; im writing in this journal i made from reeds nearby from where i woke up... i must have been hallucinating, but my skin was black,but began bieng netted with pale tan..... i saw many,many trees,and a pig... half starved,i attacked the pig,and killed it with my bare hands,and was showered in blood..i ate raw pork.... it was disgusting...
day 2. i went up a mountain,with a rather large tree. i decided i should make a small home out of it,and began tearing the wood from the trunk,and made a workbench. i decided to call this lonely,lonely land Eon,as it seemed endless. I think i might be the only person here...
Day 2, nighttime;i had a strange nightmare.... one of Hell,with spirits floating with hallowed looks on them... it was terrifying. a creaking noise is what awoke me,and i peaked my head out from a blanket i made from some cows i killed, then snuck outside,and i saw a horrifying sight. Undead,hundreds of them in the lands below.it might have been related to the nightmare. there was a very evil feeling about night,and the moon had a ghostly tinge to it....i think..it might be a bit silly...but i think this land may be cursed....
Day 3; i think writing in this journal may be pointless. i mean, it doesnt look like anybody will ever read it besides me. and,maybe, if i die,and these undead may turn out to be others who were abandoned on this land, they might find the journal.... i dont know... it seems this pile of crude paper is the only thing keeping me sane.
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I am but a Prophet. I only speak the truth... Most of the time
Decription: A mysterious man in black, with a hoodie covering his face. If you look closely you will see red glowing eyes with a pale familiar face... Reminding of a white creeper.
Biography: Creaper's original name was Steven, he was born into the Minecraft world and learnt how to survive and thrive from an early age.
Steven was sharp as a knife, strong as a kong and fast as a jaguar, he was a a great surviver and an amazing builder, he created building that kissed the sky and killed zombies in wars, he created villages and destroy skeletons, he was the alternative surviver.
One day, Steven was mining at bedrock level, looking for some resources and lava. He found more than it.
While mining, he broke into a 2x2x2 (Height, Weight and Feet) perfect tunnel, made out of obsidian and full bedrock, curious Steven decided to enter the tunnel.
Steven was walking for a long time, hours or maybe even days, when he finally entered a monster-sized temple, with fire and lava in random places, and huge torches, there was a sign infront of Steven saying: "I have been waiting for you, please enter the temple".
Steven went inside the temple, the huge iron doors opened alone, slowly revealing an obsidian room, with a throne. There was a man on the throne. The man smiled and said: "Come Steven, come here.", Steven stood infront of the man, and noticed something about him: He was looking the same as him, only without any eyes, instead of eyes there were blank white holes...
Steven asked the man: "Who are you? Where the hell am I?", the man gave a small smile and said: "My name is Herobrine, you might have heared the legends about me. I am a ghost, demon or a monster, but I am the ruler of the minecraft underworld. And you Steven, your in hell.". "What?!" Screamed out Steven, "This is impossible! I haven't died, so what am I doing here?!"
Herobrine explained the whole situation in calm face: "I made that tunnel for you to enter, I wanted to to come here", "But why?" Asked Steven. "Why?" Asked Herobrine, "I wanted a man that will exit to the world and take the life of others, I need a reaper, a pure soul that will take people to hell, and you are the chosen person. I need you, and you need me. You will get unlimited life, the most powerful weapon ever, and honor from me."
"If so, I agree. I will be the reaper" Said Steven, Herobrine gave a small smile and said: "Great! You shall be called... Creaper, the creeper-reaper.", "What?! I didn't say I will be a cree---", He stopped his sentence a screamed out. And so the creaper was created.
The legends tell about a reaper with a creeper face, he is walking in the shadow and watching minecrafters die, and then he takes them to Herobrine. No one knows what Herobrine does to them.
Name: Watching Crow.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'1".
Weight: 130 lbs.
Current location: 20 miles outside of Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada.
Bio: While migrating southward as they do every winter from their settlement in Behchoko, Northwest Territories, Watching Crow and his tribe stopped on the banks of Williston Lake for a rest. Then, as Watching Crow spent the night shift surveying the landscape and making sure no bears were around, as it was his turn to do it, he fell asleep before the night was over. As a result, when everyone woke up at the break of dawn to start moving out again, they had seen Watching Crow was still sleeping and all of their food had been taken. They had found bear marks. They then decided Watching Crow wasn't trustworthy and good-for-nothing, so they quickly left him as they continued on. Hours later, he had awoken and found everyone to be gone. He released what had happened and hated himself for it. He then vowed he would survive on his own and be isolated from people, accepting his punishment. That is...Until months later after building a wooden cabin and finding a hole that lead to a deep cave, he struck gold, diamond...Even the fabled, magical redstone his ancestors had spoken of! He realized he would be respected by the white man and maybe even his tribe once more. So, he now waits for summer to bring the melting of the snow and opening of the mountain passes again. But...What will he be confronted with?
Name: Bobage:20personality: friendly, happylooks: Warm smile blond hair blue eyes, scar on arm wears a button up white shirt and black pantslocation: Unknownoccupation: Teacher
--Day 1...Rebirth--
Blackness...blackness all around, I feel cold my body stiff and throbing...But I must wake from this slumber I need food and shelter. I can feel the rain landing on me the wet sand sticking to my clothing. I stand and look around this strange place all there is as far as the eye can see are trees, grass, and hills rolling along. The wind pushes at me whispering past my ears I fell like its telling me to build. I walk towards a tree and rip at the limbs and I use this log to fasion a crude axe with which I can chop down the tree, as I swing the tree falls and I gather the wood. With this I build a cabin to live in and sleep on a bed I fasioned from some wood an wool. I eat beef from cows that I cooked over a fire. I will sleep and decide what to do later.
--Day 2...Decisions--
I awake from my dream in a cold sweat sitting next to me is a person who calls herself Victorica she says she appeared in this world at night and saw my house so she took shelter here with me. I told here about my dream of a bearded man telling me to build my kingdom. She says she had the same dream. We have chosen to call this world Rundis and I shall rule as king. I start work tomarrow on my kingdom.
--Day 3...Rundis--
I awake Victorica sleeping in the bed I made for her. I stand and grab my stone pickaxe which I made yesterday. I walk down into a cave I found and hack away at the stone. I will use this cobble to build my castle. After I gained many stacks of cobble I walked to my hut Victorica handed me a cooked plate of pork. I feast on the suckulent flesh and get back to work stacking the cobble bricks ontop of eachother tell my walls are three thick and five tall. On these I build four towers to watch over my land from in the middle of this complex I build a throne one for me and one for Victorica. I will make her my bride and I will grow this world...and a family.--10 days pass--
--Day 13...A Family--
I have been gathering needed supplies, Victorica is sick with child and I must prepare for its birth. We do not know if it is Male or Female but it will be my child and I will love them they will take this kingdom when I die and will rule this world.--9 months later--
--Day 286...The Birth of a Princess--
Victorica has died giving birth to my daughter Elizibeth. She looks just like her mother. My kingdom has grown so much I have many followers who have come from villages. They are not like my family they do not speek but they listen and I trade with them for goods for me and Elizibeth to live. I am striken with depresion from the passing of my wife.--60 years later--
--Day 22200...The Death of a King--
I have grown weak my kingdom is ruled by my greatgrand child. My daughter has died and I will die now to. My kingdom spreads for hundered and hundereds miles in every direction. I am glad to die for I will be united with my wife the one I have loved from first sight...Victorica I will meet you again and hold you in my arms.
*Writen by Bob's Greatgrand son*
My greatgrand father died twenty two thousend and two hundered days after he founded Rundis. He died with a tear running down his cheek but a smile on his face saying the name of a women I never met. We laid him to rest in the very spot he had spawned on this world next to a fallen down hut. His glory will never be forgotten. LONG LIVE RUNDIS.
And so our story ends with a man being reunited with his love and a happy ending unfolded
Profile (gets updated at end)
Name: Unknown
Age: Currently unknown
Height: 1m 89cm/6 2"
Race: Appears to be tanned male, later is found to be parchment white with a ghostly face
Weight: woke with about about 63 kg/ 138 lbs.
Day 1: I woke up on a mysterious island somewhere. When i awoke I was situated on a small sub-island not far off from the mainland. The first thing I did was assess my situation, which was not good at all; I was along, with nothing to eat or drink, on a mysterious land far, far away from civilization, the sun was already setting, and whatever the people who put me here had used to drug me and put me to sleep, was still wearing off. I decided I needed some basic shelter and set off for the mainland. After swimming for about 10 minutes, i reached the mainland, but unfortunately at a steep, almost un-claimable, slope. I wasted a precious hour climbing that precipice but it was worth it in the end, because I had happened to find a fresh water spring nearby, this meant there was also mud for a basic shelter. After a hearty meal of half-rotten apples and grass with spring water, i set about working on the shelter, using dirt and mud for a sturdy structure. after several hours, the hut was done and the moon was high. I was settling down for a sleep when I heard a moan from somewhere beyond the pond, amidst some trees. then something lie a click, followed by the sound a of a fuse burning behind me. I turned around just in time to see a disgusting green creature with 4 feet and about my height, skin peeling off in flakes the size of my hand, and a mask of horror frozen on his face. a split second later it blew up. luckily, it appeared to only have been targeting my shelter, and only knocked me back a little from the blast. The crater was sizable and had some spring water leaking in. I was scared witless and ran northwards for several minutes until I came to a large mountain with a small cove in its smooth wall. I settled down there for a few minutes to catch my breath, when this journal dropped from somewhere above, simply saying "here". So I decided to settle here. I looked up to see where the journal had come from, but all I saw was a flash of a greeny-blue, like my shirt then nothing.
Day 12: its nearly been 2 weeks since I woke up, disoriented and in shock on a small island in the middle of nowhere. In the time I have spent here, I have done an extensive amount of thinking. I have also been working harder than ever before in my life, which now makes me wonder....I don't remember anything after what was a normal day coming home, and having an interesting message on my answering machine. However, back to the current situation, I have built a small Wooden house in the cove in the mountain, and have made primitive mining tools for the nearby cave. I have finally thought of a good name for those 4-legged creatures that blew up my first shelter, Creepers; simply because of the fact that they make no noise what so ever and always creep up on you. So along with Creepers destroying all that I have made, I also have the confounded undead shooting at me and trying to eat me, and Giant spiders trying to poison me! Thankfully, I discovered they are all allergic to light, and with many attempts, I have made torches and placed them around my turf in a protective ring, rendering me safe for now. Food has been a bit of a problem recently though, my apple tree has run out, and my pig farm has to breed for a bit. the only thing left to eat now is the mushrooms I keep seeing, however I fear they may be poisonous, so I am keeping away until I urgently need them. I have been thinking of making a hoe, to see if I can find and sow seeds and begin farming. My mysterious friend has visited me as well, but as always, keeping mysterious. He has helped me with many of my tools, such as showing me a blue-print for a crafting table and for a furnace. I haven't been sleeping lately though, for when I do, I am plagued by nightmares of a a mysterious man, with a beard, smiling down on me and playing with my life, as if I was but a puppet! Must be all those rotting apples....
Day 36: It's been little over a month now, and this rugged life-style has really changed me...My skin is deeply tanned from hours of working in the sun, my beard has grown to a rough goatee, my muscles have nearly doubled in size, and all previous fat, has been replaced by straining muscle. My knowledge of the wilderness has surpassed anything I though was possible, and this is probably because before now, I never had to grow my own food and obtain my own resources. I have been venturing more and more into the mines lately, going deeper and further along it, and have recently found a large cavern, with what appear to be a natural underground lake, both lava and water. I have also found stronger materials than stone for my tools, like iron and gold. But since gold is a soft metal, I use iron, though It has many other uses to, like for basic buckets and hopefully soon, more complicated tools, like a compass. I have not only been exploring my caves but also my surrounding area, which is physically impossible, unless I am not on Earth, which, i fear to acknowledge, is becoming a more and more plausible situation. Floating islands? not really possible! Oh well....Recently, I have had a nagging feeling that there is something deep down below me, is pulling me there. a calling, sort of...
Day 83: A new ore has been found, which is....amazing, really. however, this is also bad...This confirms the fact, that I am no longer on earth. This new mineral I shall christen Red-stone, because of the red, sandstone-like ore that is found within a rocky cover. This red-stone crumbles very easily though...I usually rub some red dust on un burnt torches to make a new, magical torch (no kidding!) When placed next adjacent to red dust on the floor, the dust reacts in a way similar to that of metal being near electricity, this could mean I could use this new kind of torch to make basic electronic based contraptions. I have also found lot of diamonds down there, along with a new danger....Giant balls of slime, and when I kill them, they simply split into two, making them extremely dangerous. My farm is doing great, I have managed to reap about 15 loaves of bread in the last harvest, which is triple from last harvest! I have also began to cultivate my mountain. I am building a large bridge across from one side of my valley to the other side, on the top of the mountains. I have also found a small cave that, with a little bit of effort and wood, I have turned into what would resemble a museum hall. This has allowed me to make use of the paper I have been harvesting from my bamboo. Soon I will fill it with paintings, out of sheer boredom. My friend hasn't been friendly recently, and is beginning to scare me, I sometimes see him deep down in the mine, his white eyes staring at me from the dark.
Day 124: A new plan, a new adventure! My friend, who I have finally named Herobrine, has given me the first plan I have seen in months. It seems to be much more Celtic style than the last ones, strange writing symbols everywhere, and very vague plans...seems extremely old too...I can only make out the words "black stone" which I think is referring to Obsidian. The plans show a door way which looks about 4 by 5 meters and requires some start of "spark" to open some sort of portal...Because of recent events, I believe anything is possible here, so I am soon setting off for the mines to look for some obsidian. It may take some time, so I have began attempting to make a watch, using the strange mineral, red-stone and some sort of metal, probably gold, seeing as I have run out of iron, and try to make a watch or some sort of time measuring device. Other than that, life here has been normal, or as normal as living in a mysterious planet where the dead walk at night and creatures blow up in your face, where islands float and portals can be made, can be.
Day 196: The portal, still glows....luring me...begging me...I can feel its evil pull, its essence sneaking into my soul.....those horrors I saw down there...they haunt me even when i blink, pushing me to the edge and sends me into despair I haven't left the home for days now...,I fear I may be losing it, all because of that blasted doorway! thats it, tomorrow I stock up and enter that netherworld that I saw, and face whatever evils await me there. This could be the end for me, and whatever I leave behind will be wiped out in time, and some other unlucky guy will be put here, to roam pointlessly like I did....That bast*rd Herobrine will probably take this journal and rip out my pages and set fire to my house...He did all this....I will have to take this journal with, and some supplies too, including enough obsidian to get out.
Day ...I don't know anymore, time no longer applies: I am going to die here, Ghasts attack me in groups, and my water is nearly out, I am living off the charred flesh of half pig half man zombies, I am constantly moving in cation, dodging fire and fireballs and trying to kill a Zombie pigman in isolation, so I can try to eat his charred husk...Even now, I'm sitting in fear, hiding behind what appears to be a brittle form of gold. My tools are all but destroyed, and my fists are charred from putting out fires with my hands, I have lost my way, and there is no going back from now on, for fear the Ghasts will end me prematurely. I still have my compass, and thats what matters, as soon as I can find a quiet spot, I will make my way out of here. Since I entered this pit, I have not had a quiet moment to myself, apart from now, and that is simply because I have found a small mound of Netherstone to gain temporary refuge, but I must keep moving in case I fall asleep.
Day of The Reaper : I have taken to naming the days after the events of what took place on that day, and today is my day of The Reaper, for today I nearly died, and I am now barely alive, sitting on a ledge looking down what looks almost like an endless chasm, hiding from the screams that haunt me in this endless nightmare. I was running along a ridge, away from a tribe of Zombie Pigmen, who had discovered me in the act of murder, and began to take aggressive action, i was running along a cave with one side completely open to a large cavern. While running I was tripping up in hole of fire, so I began to blindly jump, and I entered a large cave, where I sighted several Ghasts, almost leisurely floating near the roof. I stopped in my tracks and looked back at the pigmen, who were still coming at me even with a few of their number in flames. When I turned I saw a ball of flam heading Directly at me, so I began running again, when I tripped head over heels on to the floor, at which point the pigmen reached me and one of them, slammed the flat of the golden sword into my chest sending me flying into a hole right behind me and I fell for what felt like an eternity, but must've been mere seconds. I landed heavily on some gravel and mud, staying conscious just long enough to see the Ghasts attention move onto the Pigmen who had stolen its prey, before blackness overwhelmed me. In my nightmares, It all came to me, my past, my predicament and all. I was just another average bloke, working long hours, coming home to a small, barely affordable apartment, until one day I got a message from a company called "Nomintch" (Little bit of a reference there to minecraft and Notch there) saying I won some sort of raffle, for a free holiday for a lifetime, which I had though was just some sort of mistake instead of "of a lifetime" So when I checked in they sent me to an office, in which I had a conversation with the man from my nightmares, the one with the beard, he kept saying I was chosen, or selected. So when I said I was in and signed a contract, he gave me a devilish grin, where upon, he pressed a button on his desk, and a dart flew into my neck, knocking me out cold. I woke in a cell and heard some guards speak about "project craft" and sending hundreds of people who had no family, no friends, and no contacts, to mysterious, mineral rich planets, and then observing them through remote controlled bots, which look humanoid. I thought this was crazy and a waste of money. At that point they saw me awake and immediately tranquillized me. Next thing I know I'm free falling to a planet, in some sort of capsule. Last thing i hear is "Mind erasing process beginning". I now know the truth. I now know I have to get off, and I now know how to get off.
Day of Redemption: Today is my day of redemption. I have found a small pocket in the rock out of the eyes of Ghasts and pigmen, and have set about building my portal home. Herobrine....He isn't a man, hes a machine, a important machine, one that is feeding info to home, one that must have someway to communicate, some way of signaling, and someway of saying its time for someone new. I'm going back up top, finding Herobrine, or whatever he is, and scream in his face, or wherever the cameras are that record me, and then begin to dismantle him, looking cor the crucial piece of equipment that will get me off this rock.
Day of Purity: I'm out....the warmth of the sun tingles on my skin, my eyes are slightly blinded from the glare, having spent so long in the dark, my clothes are mere rags, my frame is frail and bony. I am weak, and the world glows in my eyes. I struck in luck, because the sun is rising now. I am going to sleep for the first time in years. I know its been years because as soon as I got to the surface, my watch span at a speed which dizzied me, going to 3 years in the future....I will sleep for a bit, then I will follow my compass home, and to Herobrine.
Day 1291: I know now time again, and my home is withing sight, only...it isn't my home, its changed. There is clearly a new tenant there, so Herobrine won't be expecting me. He will be on the mountain. I have to sneak up there. This will be one of my final entries.
Day 1300: He's dead....I'm sitting on his corpse....Herobrine...he wasn't a machine, but an actual human....He simply carried equipment with him.....I only discovered after I began...searching....This...act of MURDER has made me begin to think....Do I really want to go back? I mean, do I want to go back to nothing? live on the streets, no home, no job, no friends, no family? Here, I'm free...I'm healthy and with Herobrine, or rather Chuck, which is his real name, dead I can live on in peace. The company will be back, but it wont be for a while, and when they do come back.....I'll be ready. I'm staying....However I just have to deal with that...new guy.
Profile update
Name: Jacob Lesden
Age: 42
Height: 1m 89cm/6 2"
Race: Human, clear evidence of genetic modification however
Weight: 90 kg/ 198 lbs
Current Location: [Data Corrupted]
Lode of Headaches
Thread has a diff title, but meh. Might post something ofa biography snippit laterish.
Want something to read? Got ten minutes to kill? Here you go!
http://skyppno7.blogspot.com/
Doing the blog has kind of inspired me to do a sort of "Castaway" comic/michinema thing. I'm working on making a "primitive" texture set(32x32) and I have some skins made that progressively have my clothing be torn and my body acquire things like bruises and scars.
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Name - Forgotten (Calls himself Stephen by Week 1)
Age - Forgotten. Approx. 20 - 30 yrs of age.
Birthday - Forgotten
Height - 5'9
Weight - Forgotten
Favorite Color - Forgotten
Favorite Food - Forgotten. Now is cooked beef.
**Not accurate, pieced together from memory
**Day 1
**Day 6
**Day 7
Age: "? About three weeks on this planet."
Height: "Just under 2 meters."
Current location: "Alpha Universe, Y4NG Solar System, World 1"
Abilities: "Terraforming powers. Theoretical respawning ability (yet to be tested)."
Fears: "Ninja Creepers, Ghasts, Herobrine. Oh, and pissed off Zombie Pigmen."
Reborn: "October 30th, 2010"
Age: "Currently unknown."
Current goal: "Establish a setting in my current world before journeying into the SMP universe."
I might end up trying to write an SMP based story one of these days.
age;unknown
race;unknown(but when i woke up my skin was char black,with blood red stripes running in a spiral, soonafter replaced by human flesh)
height; 2 meters
weight;unknown
Day1; im writing in this journal i made from reeds nearby from where i woke up... i must have been hallucinating, but my skin was black,but began bieng netted with pale tan..... i saw many,many trees,and a pig... half starved,i attacked the pig,and killed it with my bare hands,and was showered in blood..i ate raw pork.... it was disgusting...
day 2. i went up a mountain,with a rather large tree. i decided i should make a small home out of it,and began tearing the wood from the trunk,and made a workbench. i decided to call this lonely,lonely land Eon,as it seemed endless. I think i might be the only person here...
Day 2, nighttime;i had a strange nightmare.... one of Hell,with spirits floating with hallowed looks on them... it was terrifying. a creaking noise is what awoke me,and i peaked my head out from a blanket i made from some cows i killed, then snuck outside,and i saw a horrifying sight. Undead,hundreds of them in the lands below.it might have been related to the nightmare. there was a very evil feeling about night,and the moon had a ghostly tinge to it....i think..it might be a bit silly...but i think this land may be cursed....
Day 3; i think writing in this journal may be pointless. i mean, it doesnt look like anybody will ever read it besides me. and,maybe, if i die,and these undead may turn out to be others who were abandoned on this land, they might find the journal.... i dont know... it seems this pile of crude paper is the only thing keeping me sane.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Decription: A mysterious man in black, with a hoodie covering his face. If you look closely you will see red glowing eyes with a pale familiar face... Reminding of a white creeper.
Biography: Creaper's original name was Steven, he was born into the Minecraft world and learnt how to survive and thrive from an early age.
Steven was sharp as a knife, strong as a kong and fast as a jaguar, he was a a great surviver and an amazing builder, he created building that kissed the sky and killed zombies in wars, he created villages and destroy skeletons, he was the alternative surviver.
One day, Steven was mining at bedrock level, looking for some resources and lava. He found more than it.
While mining, he broke into a 2x2x2 (Height, Weight and Feet) perfect tunnel, made out of obsidian and full bedrock, curious Steven decided to enter the tunnel.
Steven was walking for a long time, hours or maybe even days, when he finally entered a monster-sized temple, with fire and lava in random places, and huge torches, there was a sign infront of Steven saying: "I have been waiting for you, please enter the temple".
Steven went inside the temple, the huge iron doors opened alone, slowly revealing an obsidian room, with a throne. There was a man on the throne. The man smiled and said: "Come Steven, come here.", Steven stood infront of the man, and noticed something about him: He was looking the same as him, only without any eyes, instead of eyes there were blank white holes...
Steven asked the man: "Who are you? Where the hell am I?", the man gave a small smile and said: "My name is Herobrine, you might have heared the legends about me. I am a ghost, demon or a monster, but I am the ruler of the minecraft underworld. And you Steven, your in hell.". "What?!" Screamed out Steven, "This is impossible! I haven't died, so what am I doing here?!"
Herobrine explained the whole situation in calm face: "I made that tunnel for you to enter, I wanted to to come here", "But why?" Asked Steven. "Why?" Asked Herobrine, "I wanted a man that will exit to the world and take the life of others, I need a reaper, a pure soul that will take people to hell, and you are the chosen person. I need you, and you need me. You will get unlimited life, the most powerful weapon ever, and honor from me."
"If so, I agree. I will be the reaper" Said Steven, Herobrine gave a small smile and said: "Great! You shall be called... Creaper, the creeper-reaper.", "What?! I didn't say I will be a cree---", He stopped his sentence a screamed out. And so the creaper was created.
The legends tell about a reaper with a creeper face, he is walking in the shadow and watching minecrafters die, and then he takes them to Herobrine. No one knows what Herobrine does to them.
Age: 22.
Height: 6'1".
Weight: 130 lbs.
Current location: 20 miles outside of Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada.
Bio: While migrating southward as they do every winter from their settlement in Behchoko, Northwest Territories, Watching Crow and his tribe stopped on the banks of Williston Lake for a rest. Then, as Watching Crow spent the night shift surveying the landscape and making sure no bears were around, as it was his turn to do it, he fell asleep before the night was over. As a result, when everyone woke up at the break of dawn to start moving out again, they had seen Watching Crow was still sleeping and all of their food had been taken. They had found bear marks. They then decided Watching Crow wasn't trustworthy and good-for-nothing, so they quickly left him as they continued on. Hours later, he had awoken and found everyone to be gone. He released what had happened and hated himself for it. He then vowed he would survive on his own and be isolated from people, accepting his punishment. That is...Until months later after building a wooden cabin and finding a hole that lead to a deep cave, he struck gold, diamond...Even the fabled, magical redstone his ancestors had spoken of! He realized he would be respected by the white man and maybe even his tribe once more. So, he now waits for summer to bring the melting of the snow and opening of the mountain passes again. But...What will he be confronted with?
Yes, I put way too much thought into this.
Day 1:
Wake up on island, punch trees.
If the author would message me and let me know if he/she wrote this so we can clear it up.
http://aoanetwork.ne...joeys-biography
And so our story ends with a man being reunited with his love and a happy ending unfolded
I scored 73% on the Minecraft Trivia Quiz. How much do you know about Minecraft?