Hey Everyone, Draconoxis here with a little project of mine. I've decided to start a new world, and document everything that happens in a novel sort of format, hoping to spice up gameplay a little. After writing the first few paragraphs I realised this is quite a big task. I was hoping to split it up into days, which would end up being an individual chapter each, and I still might do that, but so far I've only been able to right about half of the first day. It's getting late (3 AM) And I feel that if I continue it will soon just be random blabber so I'll stop here. Just one little thing though, I'm trying to stay true to the event of the game. It was a randomn seed, and yes, I spawned about 10 blocks away from a jungle temple and it took me half a minecraft day to notice. Funny right?. Anyway, Here's the story, Hope you guys like it. Constructive feedback and opinions are certainly welcome!
[Day 1: A strange awakening (Part 1)]
I opened my eyes to find the rising sun's light glowing on the canopy above me, my muscles stiff and my mouth dry. I slowly sat up and looked myself over. Apart from the occasional scrape or bruise I seemed fine, however I couldn't remember how I got here.. or who I even was. I had nothing on me but my tattered clothes, and there were no hints as to how I ended up in what seems to be an endless jungle in the first place. All I knew was that I was thirsty, and that there had to be water somewhere.
Using a nearby tree trunk for support, I hoisted myself up, waiting for the nauseating headrush to subside before taking a few steps and finding my balance. Walking was harder than it should be considering I've been doing it for.. how long now? I wasn't sure. "Focus.. Water." The voice inside my head stated. Right, I needed water and soon, or else I risked passing out. I listened for any sound of a river or creek nearby and to my delight, I heard the familiar sound of running water not far away. Stumbling clumsily and nearly falling a few times due to my still stiff limbs, I virtually crept towards the sound of the water, foot by painful foot, over thick underbrush and great twining roots until finally, a lake with a stream running into it opened up before me. Nothing seemed more pleasing the than glistening body of pure refreshment. It was is if suddenly I went from a knobbly old man to a trained athlete, bounding down from the bank of the pond and splashing into the cool water, taking in as much as I could.
Nearly an hour passed as I swam and bathed and thought. The cool water soothed my aching muscles and battled the humidity of the jungle, and floating in the water allowed me to focus less on standing upright and more on remembering what had happened before I woke up this morning. The sun was now rather high in the sky, but still not at it's peak when I clambered onto shore again. I was rather disappointed to see that the air was still humid and felt as if everything around me clung to my skin, but atleast my drenched clothing helped to keep me cool. I sat on a root and decided to survey the area.
Surrounding the little pond I had just come from were small ferns and bushes, which apparently made up a huge portion of the jungle floor. Small patches of grass here and there were all that broke up the monotony. Tall, thin trees covered in vines and occasionally pale green fruit, stood here and there, wherever there was room to grow. The fruit, I noticed, seemed to ripen to a rich orange color, and fattened up a bunch while doing so. Despite all this, I had no idea what the trees or the fruit growing from them where. Then there was perhaps the most noticeable feature of the jungle; the towering trees that made up the canopy. These trees were probably double, maybe even triple the width of the smaller ones, and easily five times as tall, with large, flat branches. These too, I noticed, were covered in vines that choked the trees and used them for their own development. Perhaps the strangest part of the jungle was how quiet it was. There seemed to be hardly any noise at all, besides the occasional rustle of leaves or the trickle of the stream nearby. Not a single animal call could be heard.
Deciding I had seen enough, I stood up again refreshed and ready to explore. I organised my thoughts and glanced at the sky above the pond again. Luckily, this was one of the few spots the canopy couldn't reach, allowing a clear view of the world beyond. the sun seemed nearly at it's climax, but not so much that I couldn't get a sense of direction. "Right, I'll head north then; away from the lake." I thought, looking towards the north, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the gloomy light of the jungle; but when they did, I couldn't help but notice a large grey structure in the distance. I knew it couldn't be natural, and so I ran as fast I could to get a better look.
Once I was closer I could tell that the building was made of a loose sort of stone, and half of it was covered in a rough moss. Most of it was buried into the hill it sat upon, leaving only one if it's walls exposed. The structure seemed fairly large, probably two stories tall, but I couldn't yet find an entrance. Determined, I started frantically searching around the dense vegetation that had starting to consume the sides of the building, and before long, I found what could only have been the door back when this building had a purpose. Inside was nothing too special, just two sets of stairs going up with a single wide staircase going down between them. Above seemed to either be the roof or another floor, but I had no idea what could be below as it turned off to the sides at the bottom of the stairs. My curiosity left me no choice but to descend.
A keen sense of dread fell over me as I slowly crept down the stairs. An almost evil darkness seemed to engulf me as I got lower and lower, and a stale stench permeated the air. The whole place seemed unholy and foreboding, but once again I had to go down. Upon reaching the final step, I peered around the corner and saw a short passageway with a group of what appeared to be switches on the wall. Looking the other way I saw a larger passage, leading around the corner. No corpses or anti-christs so far. I relaxed a bit, assuming that there couldn't be anything too bad down here. Standing in front of the levers I could see that they definitely served a purpose, as the were placed upon intricately carved stone, seemingly untouched by time. Before messing with anything that could possibly get me killed, I decided to look around some more. I crept up the corner past the stairs and peered around. The passageway continued on before turning another corner, with seemingly nothing in between here and there. Reassured, I took a step forward, then another, and another, and then before I could react an arrow whizzed past me, grazing my arm and burying itself firmly in the wall behind me. Tripwires! Someone definitely doesn't want me here. I looked at my right arm, which was bleeding, but didn't seem too bad. I'd survive.
Cursing myself I crept slowly forward, scanning every inch of the floor and walls for any sign of another trap. I knew I had been lucky with that last one, but the next one might not be so easy. After what felt like an hour I finally made it to the next corner, and what I saw around the corner this time lifted my spirits. A chest! What amazing artifact could someone have left in this god forsaken place? Treasure unimaginable? A powerful weapon? Only feet before me was possibly the greatest discovery in my life, providing I hadn't forgotten a better one. But I spotted something else, only barely. A thin line of string across the ground. "More traps huh?" I said allowed to myself. Too easy this time. Knowing to look for something that would shoot arrows or some other deadly weapon at me, I quickly spotted a hole in the wall, and, standing out of the way of it I tugged at the string and sure enough, another arrow came flying out with a "Schick!" before bouncing off the stone wall behind me harmlessly. Now all that lay between me and the chest was a few feet of solid ground.
Placing one hand on the lid of the chest, and using my other to undo the clasp, I ever so slowly opened the container, expecting a skeleton to jump out and eat me, or the roof to open up above me and allow a giant boulder to crush me, but nothing happened. The lid now opened enough to see in, I spotted something small and shiny in the bottom, surrounded by piles of some indifferent mush. A stench like no other seeped out of the chest, and I had to cover all the holes on my face to stop from vomiting. Whatever was in that chest had to have been in there for a long time... and dead for longer. Covering my mouth and nose with one arm, I opened the chest further, and looked inside. Mounds of rotting flesh adorned the bottom of the chest, flies and maggots swarmed around it, and the sight was enough to make me turn and run, far away, but in the middle of it all was a single, blue diamond, beautifully cut and flawless. Suddenly the flesh and the flies and everything seemed to sink away and all I could notice was the diamond. I lunged for it, grasped it in my hand and held it tight, before slamming the chest closed and gasping for air. "This place is evil indeed." I mumbled, panting.
With the diamond still in my hand, I crept back over to the stairs that I had come down from, careful to avoid anymore traps. I was about to climb back up the surface, invited by a refreshing breeze and sunlight on my face, when I remembered the three switches on the wall, and curiosity won me over again. I put the diamond in my pocket and took hold of the lever. The lever was fairly easy to shift, and I hardly had to use both hands to pull down on it. With a solid "Click," it fit into place, and after a second or two I could hear the sound of stone shifting against stone coming from the other end of the building. I jogged over to where the chest was, but could see no difference there. So I ran back, and tried the second lever and repeated my steps over and over until I was sure the levers did nothing. Disappointed, I slowly made my way up the stairs again, taking the diamond out of my pocket to look at it with greater detail.
It was shaped in almost a pear shape, broad at the bottom and narrow at the top, and it was rather shallow. It was a magnificent blue, and had a lot of weight to it. I couldn't see a scratch on it, and I couldn't remember anything as pretty as it. Of course that doesn't mean a lot when you can't remember anything.
Hey Everyone, Draconoxis here with a little project of mine. I've decided to start a new world, and document everything that happens in a novel sort of format, hoping to spice up gameplay a little. After writing the first few paragraphs I realised this is quite a big task. I was hoping to split it up into days, which would end up being an individual chapter each, and I still might do that, but so far I've only been able to right about half of the first day. It's getting late (3 AM) And I feel that if I continue it will soon just be random blabber so I'll stop here. Just one little thing though, I'm trying to stay true to the event of the game. It was a randomn seed, and yes, I spawned about 10 blocks away from a jungle temple and it took me half a minecraft day to notice. Funny right?. Anyway, Here's the story, Hope you guys like it. Constructive feedback and opinions are certainly welcome!
[Day 1: A strange awakening (Part 1)]
Using a nearby tree trunk for support, I hoisted myself up, waiting for the nauseating headrush to subside before taking a few steps and finding my balance. Walking was harder than it should be considering I've been doing it for.. how long now? I wasn't sure. "Focus.. Water." The voice inside my head stated. Right, I needed water and soon, or else I risked passing out. I listened for any sound of a river or creek nearby and to my delight, I heard the familiar sound of running water not far away. Stumbling clumsily and nearly falling a few times due to my still stiff limbs, I virtually crept towards the sound of the water, foot by painful foot, over thick underbrush and great twining roots until finally, a lake with a stream running into it opened up before me. Nothing seemed more pleasing the than glistening body of pure refreshment. It was is if suddenly I went from a knobbly old man to a trained athlete, bounding down from the bank of the pond and splashing into the cool water, taking in as much as I could.
Nearly an hour passed as I swam and bathed and thought. The cool water soothed my aching muscles and battled the humidity of the jungle, and floating in the water allowed me to focus less on standing upright and more on remembering what had happened before I woke up this morning. The sun was now rather high in the sky, but still not at it's peak when I clambered onto shore again. I was rather disappointed to see that the air was still humid and felt as if everything around me clung to my skin, but atleast my drenched clothing helped to keep me cool. I sat on a root and decided to survey the area.
Surrounding the little pond I had just come from were small ferns and bushes, which apparently made up a huge portion of the jungle floor. Small patches of grass here and there were all that broke up the monotony. Tall, thin trees covered in vines and occasionally pale green fruit, stood here and there, wherever there was room to grow. The fruit, I noticed, seemed to ripen to a rich orange color, and fattened up a bunch while doing so. Despite all this, I had no idea what the trees or the fruit growing from them where. Then there was perhaps the most noticeable feature of the jungle; the towering trees that made up the canopy. These trees were probably double, maybe even triple the width of the smaller ones, and easily five times as tall, with large, flat branches. These too, I noticed, were covered in vines that choked the trees and used them for their own development. Perhaps the strangest part of the jungle was how quiet it was. There seemed to be hardly any noise at all, besides the occasional rustle of leaves or the trickle of the stream nearby. Not a single animal call could be heard.
Deciding I had seen enough, I stood up again refreshed and ready to explore. I organised my thoughts and glanced at the sky above the pond again. Luckily, this was one of the few spots the canopy couldn't reach, allowing a clear view of the world beyond. the sun seemed nearly at it's climax, but not so much that I couldn't get a sense of direction. "Right, I'll head north then; away from the lake." I thought, looking towards the north, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the gloomy light of the jungle; but when they did, I couldn't help but notice a large grey structure in the distance. I knew it couldn't be natural, and so I ran as fast I could to get a better look.
Once I was closer I could tell that the building was made of a loose sort of stone, and half of it was covered in a rough moss. Most of it was buried into the hill it sat upon, leaving only one if it's walls exposed. The structure seemed fairly large, probably two stories tall, but I couldn't yet find an entrance. Determined, I started frantically searching around the dense vegetation that had starting to consume the sides of the building, and before long, I found what could only have been the door back when this building had a purpose. Inside was nothing too special, just two sets of stairs going up with a single wide staircase going down between them. Above seemed to either be the roof or another floor, but I had no idea what could be below as it turned off to the sides at the bottom of the stairs. My curiosity left me no choice but to descend.
A keen sense of dread fell over me as I slowly crept down the stairs. An almost evil darkness seemed to engulf me as I got lower and lower, and a stale stench permeated the air. The whole place seemed unholy and foreboding, but once again I had to go down. Upon reaching the final step, I peered around the corner and saw a short passageway with a group of what appeared to be switches on the wall. Looking the other way I saw a larger passage, leading around the corner. No corpses or anti-christs so far. I relaxed a bit, assuming that there couldn't be anything too bad down here. Standing in front of the levers I could see that they definitely served a purpose, as the were placed upon intricately carved stone, seemingly untouched by time. Before messing with anything that could possibly get me killed, I decided to look around some more. I crept up the corner past the stairs and peered around. The passageway continued on before turning another corner, with seemingly nothing in between here and there. Reassured, I took a step forward, then another, and another, and then before I could react an arrow whizzed past me, grazing my arm and burying itself firmly in the wall behind me. Tripwires! Someone definitely doesn't want me here. I looked at my right arm, which was bleeding, but didn't seem too bad. I'd survive.
Cursing myself I crept slowly forward, scanning every inch of the floor and walls for any sign of another trap. I knew I had been lucky with that last one, but the next one might not be so easy. After what felt like an hour I finally made it to the next corner, and what I saw around the corner this time lifted my spirits. A chest! What amazing artifact could someone have left in this god forsaken place? Treasure unimaginable? A powerful weapon? Only feet before me was possibly the greatest discovery in my life, providing I hadn't forgotten a better one. But I spotted something else, only barely. A thin line of string across the ground. "More traps huh?" I said allowed to myself. Too easy this time. Knowing to look for something that would shoot arrows or some other deadly weapon at me, I quickly spotted a hole in the wall, and, standing out of the way of it I tugged at the string and sure enough, another arrow came flying out with a "Schick!" before bouncing off the stone wall behind me harmlessly. Now all that lay between me and the chest was a few feet of solid ground.
Placing one hand on the lid of the chest, and using my other to undo the clasp, I ever so slowly opened the container, expecting a skeleton to jump out and eat me, or the roof to open up above me and allow a giant boulder to crush me, but nothing happened. The lid now opened enough to see in, I spotted something small and shiny in the bottom, surrounded by piles of some indifferent mush. A stench like no other seeped out of the chest, and I had to cover all the holes on my face to stop from vomiting. Whatever was in that chest had to have been in there for a long time... and dead for longer. Covering my mouth and nose with one arm, I opened the chest further, and looked inside. Mounds of rotting flesh adorned the bottom of the chest, flies and maggots swarmed around it, and the sight was enough to make me turn and run, far away, but in the middle of it all was a single, blue diamond, beautifully cut and flawless. Suddenly the flesh and the flies and everything seemed to sink away and all I could notice was the diamond. I lunged for it, grasped it in my hand and held it tight, before slamming the chest closed and gasping for air. "This place is evil indeed." I mumbled, panting.
With the diamond still in my hand, I crept back over to the stairs that I had come down from, careful to avoid anymore traps. I was about to climb back up the surface, invited by a refreshing breeze and sunlight on my face, when I remembered the three switches on the wall, and curiosity won me over again. I put the diamond in my pocket and took hold of the lever. The lever was fairly easy to shift, and I hardly had to use both hands to pull down on it. With a solid "Click," it fit into place, and after a second or two I could hear the sound of stone shifting against stone coming from the other end of the building. I jogged over to where the chest was, but could see no difference there. So I ran back, and tried the second lever and repeated my steps over and over until I was sure the levers did nothing. Disappointed, I slowly made my way up the stairs again, taking the diamond out of my pocket to look at it with greater detail.
It was shaped in almost a pear shape, broad at the bottom and narrow at the top, and it was rather shallow. It was a magnificent blue, and had a lot of weight to it. I couldn't see a scratch on it, and I couldn't remember anything as pretty as it. Of course that doesn't mean a lot when you can't remember anything.