When a man discovers an ancient, mysterious block, what will he go through to discover its message?
I had just recently turned 20 and moved into an old house on the edge of town. Unpacking was no trouble because the house had 3 double chests, 5 furnaces, a crafting table, and even a library to boot! I thanked the old tenant for letting me have the house and started to investigate.
“My” house contained 3 floors, a basement, a ground floor, and an attic. The first floor contained the foyer, the kitchen, and my bedroom, fit with a double bed. The attic was no surprise as it only was full of the 3 storage chests. However, the basement had a few interesting details. One, a diamond sword rested in the corner, broken in half I might add. Two, it had various ores scattered around, and a few bats. I was about to leave the room when I discovered a block in the corner. I had no idea what it was and by the looks of it it was gold, had diamonds encrusted in the middle, and it emitted an eerie golden glow.
I shrugged it off and decided to leave until it said, “Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.”
“I’m a block? I may have a block appearance but you have no right to-” I started. Suddenly, the basement started to spin, twist, and twirl around me until I eventually, thumped to the cold stone floor.
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” The block repeated, and repeated, and repeated.
What happened yesterday I will forever haunt me. That cursed block finally kept quiet after I awoke but I still wonder what it meant.
I went over to Steve’s (the Blacksmith’s) shop to get some “protection”, and anything to destroy that block.
“Aye, whadda ya want lad?” asked Steve.
“Steve, what is your finest pickaxe and do you have a spare trapdoor?” I questioned.
Steve rummaged around a bit until he found a hefty diamond pickaxe. By the looks of it, it had been untouched until now!
“Aye, me diamond pickaxe with Knockback III, Looting II, Fire Aspect III, and Sharpness X! It be a fine lassy!” exclaimed Steve. “That’ll be, 32 diamonds me lad.”
“Err, suppose you have anything cheaper?” I asked hoping he had something.
“No, quite frankly I had a full inventory last night. You suppose me been robbed in the wee hours of the night, laddy?”
“No, I don’t think so, the town of Shingdo has a reputation for being safe. Oh, do you have a trapdoor? I can’t afford to chop down a tree right now.”
“Aye, I do have a trapdoor for ye lad.” Steve quickly pulled out a trapdoor, made of iron too! “That’ll be 2 gold ingots laddy.”
“It’s a deal!” I exclaimed. Glad with my purchase, I strolled back home to see nothing has happened. I installed the trapdoor so that it would block the basement and the block said nothing in the process.
Then next day, Steve’s pickaxe was sold, he said a man in gold armor with a diamond encrusted chest plate came and bought it from him. Steve said he was strange and kept whispering a strange poem-thing. Could this man be related to that block I found? Steve told me the man travelled to the north so I thought I should travel north from Steve’s shop.
After a few minutes, I stumbled upon a small little shack with a man sitting on the porch, the same man Steve described…
“Hi!” I said trying to be “normal”.
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” He murmured under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked, frightened. “It sounded like you said-“
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” he repeated. “BLOCK, BLOCK! I’M A BLOCK! YOU’RE A BLOCK!”
His chest plate started to glow and beamed a misty gas that petrified me. I could not breathe at all and I feinted almost immediately. I awoke sometime later on a cold stone floor, my own cold, stone floor, surrounded by a sword, and a block. I was in my basement, and locked in it too with no way to get out…
Any support will inspire me to do more! Sorry for the short chapter, they will get longer.
I had just recently turned 20 and moved into an old house on the edge of town. Unpacking was no trouble because the house had 3 double chests, 5 furnaces, a crafting table, and even a library to boot! I thanked the old tenant for letting me have the house and started to investigate.
“My” house contained 3 floors, a basement, a ground floor, and an attic. The first floor contained the foyer, the kitchen, and my bedroom, fit with a double bed. The attic was no surprise as it only was full of the 3 storage chests. However, the basement had a few interesting details. One, a diamond sword rested in the corner, broken in half I might add. Two, it had various ores scattered around, and a few bats. I was about to leave the room when I discovered a block in the corner. I had no idea what it was and by the looks of it it was gold, had diamonds encrusted in the middle, and it emitted an eerie golden glow.
I shrugged it off and decided to leave until it said, “Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.”
“I’m a block? I may have a block appearance but you have no right to-” I started. Suddenly, the basement started to spin, twist, and twirl around me until I eventually, thumped to the cold stone floor.
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” The block repeated, and repeated, and repeated.
I went over to Steve’s (the Blacksmith’s) shop to get some “protection”, and anything to destroy that block.
“Aye, whadda ya want lad?” asked Steve.
“Steve, what is your finest pickaxe and do you have a spare trapdoor?” I questioned.
Steve rummaged around a bit until he found a hefty diamond pickaxe. By the looks of it, it had been untouched until now!
“Aye, me diamond pickaxe with Knockback III, Looting II, Fire Aspect III, and Sharpness X! It be a fine lassy!” exclaimed Steve. “That’ll be, 32 diamonds me lad.”
“Err, suppose you have anything cheaper?” I asked hoping he had something.
“No, quite frankly I had a full inventory last night. You suppose me been robbed in the wee hours of the night, laddy?”
“No, I don’t think so, the town of Shingdo has a reputation for being safe. Oh, do you have a trapdoor? I can’t afford to chop down a tree right now.”
“Aye, I do have a trapdoor for ye lad.” Steve quickly pulled out a trapdoor, made of iron too! “That’ll be 2 gold ingots laddy.”
“It’s a deal!” I exclaimed. Glad with my purchase, I strolled back home to see nothing has happened. I installed the trapdoor so that it would block the basement and the block said nothing in the process.
Then next day, Steve’s pickaxe was sold, he said a man in gold armor with a diamond encrusted chest plate came and bought it from him. Steve said he was strange and kept whispering a strange poem-thing. Could this man be related to that block I found? Steve told me the man travelled to the north so I thought I should travel north from Steve’s shop.
After a few minutes, I stumbled upon a small little shack with a man sitting on the porch, the same man Steve described…
“Hi!” I said trying to be “normal”.
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” He murmured under his breath.
“Excuse me?” I asked, frightened. “It sounded like you said-“
“Block, block. I’m a block. You’re a block.” he repeated. “BLOCK, BLOCK! I’M A BLOCK! YOU’RE A BLOCK!”
His chest plate started to glow and beamed a misty gas that petrified me. I could not breathe at all and I feinted almost immediately. I awoke sometime later on a cold stone floor, my own cold, stone floor, surrounded by a sword, and a block. I was in my basement, and locked in it too with no way to get out…
Any support will inspire me to do more! Sorry for the short chapter, they will get longer.
Thanks! Chapter One has been added and I hope to write Chapter 2 (and maybe 3) today!