Prolouge:
The Great Withering. An old story that makes all Minecraftian children hide under the covers in fear. The story that has, in the past, caused much panic. The story tells that the Wither is not a demon, but a guardian. It states that the Wither used to be a beautiful creature that was holding back a great evil. However, it and it's minions were corrupted by the very evil they were trying to hold back. They went on a destructive rampage, turning the paradise dimension into a hell now known as the Nether. The story goes on to say that when the Wither is killed, the evil will be released upon the world, turning everything into a world beyond human imagination, a world of horror and darkness.
But it is just a story.
A work of fiction, a fairy tale, an old fable.
That's what I used to think.
Until now.
What you now see before you is my story, and though you might think it is about a grand adventure to destroy the wither, you are wrong.
This story is about what happens after. It is not about an epic battle, but rather the series of horrible events that ensued.
Read on, but be warned: This story is not for the faint of heart.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
-4000 Ticks:
As I trudged closer to the mountain range looming in the distance, I couldn't help but feel an impending sense of dread. After all, the fate of the world did rest on my shoulders. I was carrying the one thing that could save the world from the Great Withering: the heart of the Wither.
The plan was that I would make it back to the village, place it in a glass case on top of a pyramid of diamonds, say a short speech about bravery and all that, cut a ribbon, and go home. It all seemed so easy...
I stopped thinking for a moment and checked my compass. It looked as if I was a few thousand blocks away from the village, meaning I could probably get back by tomorrow morning if I was fast enough. Looking up, I realized the sun was setting, so a shelter was long overdue. I took out some wood and cobblestone and began to work. Unfortunately, I was so busy that I failed to hear the click-clack of the bones of a skeleton just a few blocks behind me.
0 Ticks:
I awoke in my bed back home at the village. I sat up and rubbed my head, trying to piece together what had happened the night before. I was building a shelter, and I had turned around and seen a skeleton... I must have died, I realized. The last place I had slept was back here at the village, so...
I suddenly shot upwards.The Nether Star! I ran to my supplies chest in a panic. I frantically searched my mind, trying to remember how long it took for dropped items to despawn. 5000, no, 6000 in-game ticks. My heart sank as I realized that there was an extremely low probability that I would be able to make it back in time.
Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, I retrieved what I needed from the chest, and began out towards the mountain range where I had been ambushed.
1200 Ticks:
I rushed to the minecart station, and started yelling frantically at the owner Larry.
"I need a minecart, and I need it NOW!" I yelled.
Larry, looking a bit befuddled, said "What? I'm afraid you'll have to buy a minecart, just like everybody else."
"I don't have any money with me! Just give me a minecart, Larry. The world is about to end!"
"Well," Larry replied. "Maybe if you could travel into the forest and get me a-"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ALL THIS QUESTING BULLSH*T!" I interjected.
One punch to the face and looted chest later, I was on my way to the station closest to the mountain range.
2400 Ticks:
Finally arriving at the stop nearest to my corpse, I hopped out of the minecart and started running. Unfortunately, in my haste I didn't look where I was walking, and plunged into a cavern below. I quickly got to my feet to look around for an escape route, but realized that I was surrounded. A plethora of mobs gazed back at me from the darkness. I stood frozen in fear as they slowly began to advance. Gathering all my strength, I ran through the darkness, straight into the horde. Arrows whizzed by my head, creepers exploded all around me, and undead arms reached out to grab me, but I was too fast. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the cavern, I realized that I was in an abandoned mineshaft. I skidded around a corner and saw an iron door. I ran towards it. Once I reached the door, I zoomed through and slammed it behind me.
3600 Ticks:
As I glanced around the room, I saw that it was completely bare... Except for a Nether portal. As I thought of how I could manage to escape and get back to my corpse in time, only one idea seemed possible: Nether travel.
I was hesitant, however, and for good reason. The Nether would be the most dangerous place to be, considering the circumstances. But I could see no other way. Taking a deep breath while trying to ignore the sounds of the mobs pounding on the door behind me, I stepped through the portal.
XXXX Ticks:
Stepping into the Nether, I quickly realized that time didn't exist in the hellish dimension, which could either mean that no time at all would have passed when I stepped out, or that the world would have already ended.
As I surveyed my surroundings, I was faced with an immediate problem: I was on a tiny island in the middle of a lake of black lava.
After a few minutes of brainstorming, I looked up and was struck with an idea. I attached one end of a piece of string to an arrow, and I attached the other end to my bow. Drawing back the bow, I harpooned one of the nearby Ghasts. Climbing up the rope, the stupidity of my idea finally caught up to me. But it was too late to turn back, as the Ghast had already flown out farther into the lava lake. I reached the top of the rope, and rode the Ghast all the way to the other side of the lava lake, where an exit portal was awaiting me.
5080 Ticks:
I emerged just at the bottom of the hill where I had died! I ran up as fast as I could. When I finally arrived at the top, the Nether Star was...
Gone.
I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands. Because of me, the entire world was doomed. When I looked up, I saw a figure standing above me, his figure almost blending in with the dark storm clouds above.
"Looking for something?" He asked.
His voice sounded hissing and tripled, as if three snakes were talking at once. I got up and got a better look at him. He was wearing a sky blue shirt, jeans, had a dark skin tone, brown hair, and a beard. His most striking feature, however, was his eyes. They were pure white, as if they contained two brightly shining stars.
"Yeah, the Nether Star. Do you have it?" I replied.
"Oh, you mean THIS Nether Star?" He asked mockingly. "I think I'll keep it for a while."
"You can't!" I protested. "That's humanity's only hope!"
"Well, I guess humanity is out of luck then."
"Who are you anyway?"
"My name is Herobrine."
A chill went down my spine. Herobrine was said to be pure evil personified, the embodiment of all fears.
After gathering my senses, I got down on my knees and began to beg. "PLEASE let me have it! I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
"Well..." He thought for a minute. "There is one thing that I want..."
"What is it? I'll get you ANYTHING!"
"The egg of an Ender dragon."
"WHAT!?!? But nobody has ever killed an Ender Dragon before!"
"Then I guess humanity is doomed."
"Wait! I'll do it."
"Good. You have 24000 ticks to kill the Dragon and bring me it's egg. I'll be waiting here." With a snap of his fingers, I was transported back to my bed in the village.
"Well," I said to myself. "I guess it's time for some more questing bullsh*t."
The Great Withering. An old story that makes all Minecraftian children hide under the covers in fear. The story that has, in the past, caused much panic. The story tells that the Wither is not a demon, but a guardian. It states that the Wither used to be a beautiful creature that was holding back a great evil. However, it and it's minions were corrupted by the very evil they were trying to hold back. They went on a destructive rampage, turning the paradise dimension into a hell now known as the Nether. The story goes on to say that when the Wither is killed, the evil will be released upon the world, turning everything into a world beyond human imagination, a world of horror and darkness.
But it is just a story.
A work of fiction, a fairy tale, an old fable.
That's what I used to think.
Until now.
What you now see before you is my story, and though you might think it is about a grand adventure to destroy the wither, you are wrong.
This story is about what happens after. It is not about an epic battle, but rather the series of horrible events that ensued.
Read on, but be warned: This story is not for the faint of heart.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
-4000 Ticks:
As I trudged closer to the mountain range looming in the distance, I couldn't help but feel an impending sense of dread. After all, the fate of the world did rest on my shoulders. I was carrying the one thing that could save the world from the Great Withering: the heart of the Wither.
The plan was that I would make it back to the village, place it in a glass case on top of a pyramid of diamonds, say a short speech about bravery and all that, cut a ribbon, and go home. It all seemed so easy...
I stopped thinking for a moment and checked my compass. It looked as if I was a few thousand blocks away from the village, meaning I could probably get back by tomorrow morning if I was fast enough. Looking up, I realized the sun was setting, so a shelter was long overdue. I took out some wood and cobblestone and began to work. Unfortunately, I was so busy that I failed to hear the click-clack of the bones of a skeleton just a few blocks behind me.
0 Ticks:
I awoke in my bed back home at the village. I sat up and rubbed my head, trying to piece together what had happened the night before. I was building a shelter, and I had turned around and seen a skeleton... I must have died, I realized. The last place I had slept was back here at the village, so...
I suddenly shot upwards.The Nether Star! I ran to my supplies chest in a panic. I frantically searched my mind, trying to remember how long it took for dropped items to despawn. 5000, no, 6000 in-game ticks. My heart sank as I realized that there was an extremely low probability that I would be able to make it back in time.
Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, I retrieved what I needed from the chest, and began out towards the mountain range where I had been ambushed.
1200 Ticks:
I rushed to the minecart station, and started yelling frantically at the owner Larry.
"I need a minecart, and I need it NOW!" I yelled.
Larry, looking a bit befuddled, said "What? I'm afraid you'll have to buy a minecart, just like everybody else."
"I don't have any money with me! Just give me a minecart, Larry. The world is about to end!"
"Well," Larry replied. "Maybe if you could travel into the forest and get me a-"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ALL THIS QUESTING BULLSH*T!" I interjected.
One punch to the face and looted chest later, I was on my way to the station closest to the mountain range.
2400 Ticks:
Finally arriving at the stop nearest to my corpse, I hopped out of the minecart and started running. Unfortunately, in my haste I didn't look where I was walking, and plunged into a cavern below. I quickly got to my feet to look around for an escape route, but realized that I was surrounded. A plethora of mobs gazed back at me from the darkness. I stood frozen in fear as they slowly began to advance. Gathering all my strength, I ran through the darkness, straight into the horde. Arrows whizzed by my head, creepers exploded all around me, and undead arms reached out to grab me, but I was too fast. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the cavern, I realized that I was in an abandoned mineshaft. I skidded around a corner and saw an iron door. I ran towards it. Once I reached the door, I zoomed through and slammed it behind me.
3600 Ticks:
As I glanced around the room, I saw that it was completely bare... Except for a Nether portal. As I thought of how I could manage to escape and get back to my corpse in time, only one idea seemed possible: Nether travel.
I was hesitant, however, and for good reason. The Nether would be the most dangerous place to be, considering the circumstances. But I could see no other way. Taking a deep breath while trying to ignore the sounds of the mobs pounding on the door behind me, I stepped through the portal.
XXXX Ticks:
Stepping into the Nether, I quickly realized that time didn't exist in the hellish dimension, which could either mean that no time at all would have passed when I stepped out, or that the world would have already ended.
As I surveyed my surroundings, I was faced with an immediate problem: I was on a tiny island in the middle of a lake of black lava.
After a few minutes of brainstorming, I looked up and was struck with an idea. I attached one end of a piece of string to an arrow, and I attached the other end to my bow. Drawing back the bow, I harpooned one of the nearby Ghasts. Climbing up the rope, the stupidity of my idea finally caught up to me. But it was too late to turn back, as the Ghast had already flown out farther into the lava lake. I reached the top of the rope, and rode the Ghast all the way to the other side of the lava lake, where an exit portal was awaiting me.
5080 Ticks:
I emerged just at the bottom of the hill where I had died! I ran up as fast as I could. When I finally arrived at the top, the Nether Star was...
Gone.
I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands. Because of me, the entire world was doomed. When I looked up, I saw a figure standing above me, his figure almost blending in with the dark storm clouds above.
"Looking for something?" He asked.
His voice sounded hissing and tripled, as if three snakes were talking at once. I got up and got a better look at him. He was wearing a sky blue shirt, jeans, had a dark skin tone, brown hair, and a beard. His most striking feature, however, was his eyes. They were pure white, as if they contained two brightly shining stars.
"Yeah, the Nether Star. Do you have it?" I replied.
"Oh, you mean THIS Nether Star?" He asked mockingly. "I think I'll keep it for a while."
"You can't!" I protested. "That's humanity's only hope!"
"Well, I guess humanity is out of luck then."
"Who are you anyway?"
"My name is Herobrine."
A chill went down my spine. Herobrine was said to be pure evil personified, the embodiment of all fears.
After gathering my senses, I got down on my knees and began to beg. "PLEASE let me have it! I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
"Well..." He thought for a minute. "There is one thing that I want..."
"What is it? I'll get you ANYTHING!"
"The egg of an Ender dragon."
"WHAT!?!? But nobody has ever killed an Ender Dragon before!"
"Then I guess humanity is doomed."
"Wait! I'll do it."
"Good. You have 24000 ticks to kill the Dragon and bring me it's egg. I'll be waiting here." With a snap of his fingers, I was transported back to my bed in the village.
"Well," I said to myself. "I guess it's time for some more questing bullsh*t."
Stay Genuine. Stay Fearless.
about the tick thing, I think I read something similar before ("Gone" if I remember correctly)