Alright, let's try this. I've been thinking a lot about minecraft mobs, and I think I've got some pretty cool thoughts and ideas about them. I'm going to post them here. At first, they'll be little short samples, but as I get more used to it, I may start writing bigger posts and expanding older ones. Most everything I put here will just be little made up stories or explanations, but if you like that kind of stuff, read on!!
First, to kinda show you how I write and work, here's the first bit I've got.
You see the old man standing by the window, staring out into the rain. He is stooped, and where you can see it, his skin is covered with wrinkles and scars. He wears a blue jacket, rimmed with gold laces. His trousers are white and covered with stitches, and his boots are brown and stained. His thick crop of hair is gray, and streaked with a few white lines. The room you are in is decorated with treasures- bones, diamonds, flaming stones, dark shimmering pearls, and many more. There are paintings, and bookcases covering most of the walls, while the windows are tall and rimmed with stained-glass images of warriors and beasts. Opposite from the door, is a large fireplace, with a flame crackling eternally within. Above the Mantle, a Diamond sword hangs on the wall, glowing with an unnatural light. Sitting directly on the mantle, surrounded by glass, is a large round shape, Jet black and speckled with purple splotches. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was some kind of. . . egg.
The old man turns and notices you standing in the doorway. You see his face, wrinkled and scarred like the rest of his skin, and his blue eyes seem tired, but still hold a spark of will. He smiles, "Well, look at this! Another traveler, here to listen to an elder's stories? Or were you just trying to get out of this storm? Oh, don't worry, you're welcome here Still, if you want to stay, you're going to have to listen to what I have to say. i warn you, it could be quite boring." The old man chuckles and goes to sit on an armchair by the fireplace, and gestures to another across from him. "Well, that's the cost of shelter, I suppose. Come, sit down. That's better. I can appreciate how good it feels to relax after going through bad weather. I've been in that situation often enough. Of course, that's what comes of the life I chose. I could have been a farmer, but no, that's too tedious. I could have been a poet, but I just don't have a head for rhymes. Of course, I'm no better at being an explorer, but it sounded much more fun that that other stuff, so I figured I'd try it. I still think that was a foolish decision."
The man sighs, raising a hand to feel a scar on his cheek. "But, that's not important. It happened, and it's over. And to be honest, I got some good adventures out of it. I've seen things people couldn't even imagine, and been to places that most go only in their nightmares. I've learned some pretty dark secrets, too. If you like, I'll tell them to you. Actually, no. Whether or not you'd like me to tell you them doesn't matter. I'm in the mood for a story, now, so you don't get a choice." The Old man grins somewhat impishly, and rises from his armchair to grab some books from a nearby shelf. He returns to his seat, and opens one up. "Don't worry , though, you don't have to listen. Feel free to look around, and help yourself to some food from my kitchen. Just don't go downstairs. Actually. . . no, no, don't go downstairs. You might end up going deeper than you expect. . ."
As the old man begins reading to himself, you rise from your armchair and wander around the room. A collection of books catch your eye, and you walk over to them. The writing on the spine is hard to read, but at the bottom of each, you see crude depictions of monsters and beings.
Which one will you open? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, I guess you can't open any, because I haven't typed any of the other stories up yet. If enough people seem interested, I'll start working on them, but if not, I'll just keep them to myself.
Whenever I start getting the idea for a story, I'll post a little title for it below. If enough people want me to expand further, I'll do that. Until then, I'll just put down whatever I feel like.
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(sorry, only one right now)
Creatures of the End
Have you ever stared up at the night sky? Have you ever been entranced by the stars, sparkling and twinkling eternally in the darkness? Have you ever wondered, "Where does it all begin?" All people have felt this way at some point, dwarfed by the great expanse above them. They all wonder and dream about this sea of lights, and many wish to travel among the stars, above all of the troubles of the world. As they dream, and hope, and wish, they see only the great beauty, the immense darkness of it all. many have traveled high into its embrace, climbing until they can scarcely see the land below them.They have documented the stars and moons, and many have begun to see the truth about its beginning.
But not a single one of them has seen the End.
Somewhere in the expanse of darkness up there, beyond the reach of time itself, the End exists. It's beings suffer none of the ravages of time, and see none of the beauties of our world. Only a few, those who have stumbled into warps and rifts in the fabric of existence, have ever left. These beings are called the Endermen.
Those that find themselves on our world see only its beauty at first. The great forests, incredible mountains, the vast caverns. Then, the sun rises, and the water flows. These beings only know the cold, dry existence of the End. The sun burns their flesh, and the water tears at their skin, until they flee, jumping through reality itself in pursuit of the night's healing embrace. When travelers journey in the night, they see these beings, tall and dark, shimmering with mystic energy. Naturally, they wish to study these wonders more closely. This is a mistake
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. If you look deeply enough into someone's eyes, you can witness their entire being. Their hopes, their dreams, all of the light within. No one realizes that this works in reverse as well. When you gaze upon an enderman, the light of your soul bathes them in warmth. This warmth is soft and gentle, unlike the forbidding blaze of the sun, and being of the End find great pleasure in it, turning to stare at the source, shimmering as they revel in its embrace. Of course, as soon as you look away, they no longer feel this warmth, and discover the truth. They see that you are but a cage, holding the warmth of your soul within yourself, sealing it away from the rest of the world. In their rage, the Endermen attack, smashing, scratching, shrieking, in their desire to set this light free. You are but a vessel. They care not for you, only for the light trapped within. The endermen themselves do have souls, but they are different from ours. Ours are warm and soft, while the souls of the End are cold and hard. If you slay an Enderman, you may be able to retrieve its soul, and hold in your own hands. These orbs hold some of the power of the End within, enabling you to jump through reality in an instant. When polished with an ointment bathed in an infernal heat, and placed within a vessel created by the ancients in the depths of the earth, these pearls open a gate to the End, allowing you to pass through, and challenge the darkest soul of all. . . the EnderDragon.
I love it! How does this not have any replies yet? Other than a few grammar and punctuation mistakes (the word "I" as a standalone letter needs to be capitalized, you forgot some periods in a couple of places), It's perfect! Take it from an aspiring author, you are doing very well with this story. In fact, I was inspired to build the house depicted in the story. I'll post some pictures up soon!
I love it! How does this not have any replies yet? Other than a few grammar and punctuation mistakes (the word "I" as a standalone letter needs to be capitalized, you forgot some periods in a couple of places), It's perfect! Take it from an aspiring author, you are doing very well with this story. In fact, I was inspired to build the house depicted in the story. I'll post some pictures up soon!
Well, thanks! And yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I looked over and did see a couple errors. I forgot that you can't edit your posts anymore, so I have to post additional stories in comments. That's too bad, the orderliness of the thread is going to take a hit because of that, but that's ho wit goes. Anyways, thanks again, I' d love to see those pictures. Honestly, I just made the house up as I went. I'll try to plan a little more beforehand from now on.
Well, thanks! And yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I looked over and did see a couple errors. I forgot that you can't edit your posts anymore, so I have to post additional stories in comments. That's too bad, the orderliness of the thread is going to take a hit because of that, but that's ho wit goes. Anyways, thanks again, I' d love to see those pictures. Honestly, I just made the house up as I went. I'll try to plan a little more beforehand from now on.
What? I've had no trouble editing my posts recently... Have you tried to edit it yet?
EDIT (See? It works fine): I have finished building the old man's house! Here are some pictures (if you want, I will also provide a world download). I know I'm not the best builder, but I think I captured the house pretty well:
The outside (not much, but pretty much all I could come up with):
The old man's wall of awesome stuff:
The fireplace, armchair, and jukebox:
The old man's bookshelves and framed treasures:
The old man's record collection:
The old man's adventuring gear:
Empty chest near the bookshelves (the stories will go here once the author writes them):
I am a amateur builder and always open to constructive criticism, so if you have any feedback, just tell me!
Pretty cool! Honestly, the only advice I have is to practice. I'm not too good at this stuff myself, so I really don't know anything beyond the "practice makes perfect" rule. Also, yeah, I found that I can edit my stuff. I just couldn't see the "edit" option. . . anyways, I'm going to put up the first story soon. You know, as a side thing, I think I'm going to make this guy's house myself. It's going to take me some time, though. I'm a little obsessed with details in this stuff.
First, to kinda show you how I write and work, here's the first bit I've got.
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You see the old man standing by the window, staring out into the rain. He is stooped, and where you can see it, his skin is covered with wrinkles and scars. He wears a blue jacket, rimmed with gold laces. His trousers are white and covered with stitches, and his boots are brown and stained. His thick crop of hair is gray, and streaked with a few white lines. The room you are in is decorated with treasures- bones, diamonds, flaming stones, dark shimmering pearls, and many more. There are paintings, and bookcases covering most of the walls, while the windows are tall and rimmed with stained-glass images of warriors and beasts. Opposite from the door, is a large fireplace, with a flame crackling eternally within. Above the Mantle, a Diamond sword hangs on the wall, glowing with an unnatural light. Sitting directly on the mantle, surrounded by glass, is a large round shape, Jet black and speckled with purple splotches. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was some kind of. . . egg.
The old man turns and notices you standing in the doorway. You see his face, wrinkled and scarred like the rest of his skin, and his blue eyes seem tired, but still hold a spark of will. He smiles,
"Well, look at this! Another traveler, here to listen to an elder's stories? Or were you just trying to get out of this storm? Oh, don't worry, you're welcome here Still, if you want to stay, you're going to have to listen to what I have to say. i warn you, it could be quite boring."
The old man chuckles and goes to sit on an armchair by the fireplace, and gestures to another across from him. "Well, that's the cost of shelter, I suppose. Come, sit down. That's better. I can appreciate how good it feels to relax after going through bad weather. I've been in that situation often enough. Of course, that's what comes of the life I chose. I could have been a farmer, but no, that's too tedious. I could have been a poet, but I just don't have a head for rhymes. Of course, I'm no better at being an explorer, but it sounded much more fun that that other stuff, so I figured I'd try it. I still think that was a foolish decision."
The man sighs, raising a hand to feel a scar on his cheek. "But, that's not important. It happened, and it's over. And to be honest, I got some good adventures out of it. I've seen things people couldn't even imagine, and been to places that most go only in their nightmares. I've learned some pretty dark secrets, too. If you like, I'll tell them to you. Actually, no. Whether or not you'd like me to tell you them doesn't matter. I'm in the mood for a story, now, so you don't get a choice." The Old man grins somewhat impishly, and rises from his armchair to grab some books from a nearby shelf. He returns to his seat, and opens one up. "Don't worry , though, you don't have to listen. Feel free to look around, and help yourself to some food from my kitchen. Just don't go downstairs. Actually. . . no, no, don't go downstairs. You might end up going deeper than you expect. . ."
As the old man begins reading to himself, you rise from your armchair and wander around the room. A collection of books catch your eye, and you walk over to them. The writing on the spine is hard to read, but at the bottom of each, you see crude depictions of monsters and beings.
Which one will you open?
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Well, I guess you can't open any, because I haven't typed any of the other stories up yet. If enough people seem interested, I'll start working on them, but if not, I'll just keep them to myself.
Whenever I start getting the idea for a story, I'll post a little title for it below. If enough people want me to expand further, I'll do that. Until then, I'll just put down whatever I feel like.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(sorry, only one right now)
Creatures of the End
Have you ever stared up at the night sky? Have you ever been entranced by the stars, sparkling and twinkling eternally in the darkness? Have you ever wondered, "Where does it all begin?" All people have felt this way at some point, dwarfed by the great expanse above them. They all wonder and dream about this sea of lights, and many wish to travel among the stars, above all of the troubles of the world. As they dream, and hope, and wish, they see only the great beauty, the immense darkness of it all. many have traveled high into its embrace, climbing until they can scarcely see the land below them.They have documented the stars and moons, and many have begun to see the truth about its beginning.
But not a single one of them has seen the End.
Somewhere in the expanse of darkness up there, beyond the reach of time itself, the End exists. It's beings suffer none of the ravages of time, and see none of the beauties of our world. Only a few, those who have stumbled into warps and rifts in the fabric of existence, have ever left. These beings are called the Endermen.
Those that find themselves on our world see only its beauty at first. The great forests, incredible mountains, the vast caverns. Then, the sun rises, and the water flows. These beings only know the cold, dry existence of the End. The sun burns their flesh, and the water tears at their skin, until they flee, jumping through reality itself in pursuit of the night's healing embrace.
When travelers journey in the night, they see these beings, tall and dark, shimmering with mystic energy. Naturally, they wish to study these wonders more closely. This is a mistake
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. If you look deeply enough into someone's eyes, you can witness their entire being. Their hopes, their dreams, all of the light within. No one realizes that this works in reverse as well. When you gaze upon an enderman, the light of your soul bathes them in warmth. This warmth is soft and gentle, unlike the forbidding blaze of the sun, and being of the End find great pleasure in it, turning to stare at the source, shimmering as they revel in its embrace. Of course, as soon as you look away, they no longer feel this warmth, and discover the truth. They see that you are but a cage, holding the warmth of your soul within yourself, sealing it away from the rest of the world. In their rage, the Endermen attack, smashing, scratching, shrieking, in their desire to set this light free. You are but a vessel. They care not for you, only for the light trapped within.
The endermen themselves do have souls, but they are different from ours. Ours are warm and soft, while the souls of the End are cold and hard. If you slay an Enderman, you may be able to retrieve its soul, and hold in your own hands. These orbs hold some of the power of the End within, enabling you to jump through reality in an instant. When polished with an ointment bathed in an infernal heat, and placed within a vessel created by the ancients in the depths of the earth, these pearls open a gate to the End, allowing you to pass through, and challenge the darkest soul of all. . . the EnderDragon.
The Nether's Inferno
The Ancients
Well, thanks! And yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I looked over and did see a couple errors. I forgot that you can't edit your posts anymore, so I have to post additional stories in comments. That's too bad, the orderliness of the thread is going to take a hit because of that, but that's ho wit goes. Anyways, thanks again, I' d love to see those pictures. Honestly, I just made the house up as I went. I'll try to plan a little more beforehand from now on.
What? I've had no trouble editing my posts recently... Have you tried to edit it yet?
EDIT (See? It works fine): I have finished building the old man's house! Here are some pictures (if you want, I will also provide a world download). I know I'm not the best builder, but I think I captured the house pretty well:
The outside (not much, but pretty much all I could come up with):
The old man's wall of awesome stuff:
The fireplace, armchair, and jukebox:
The old man's bookshelves and framed treasures:
The old man's record collection:
The old man's adventuring gear:
Empty chest near the bookshelves (the stories will go here once the author writes them):
I am a amateur builder and always open to constructive criticism, so if you have any feedback, just tell me!