...which the Yogscast have been leaving alone for quite some time now. So I'll go and write up a version of what might be happening in Minecraftia right now, off camera.
NOTE: Fan wank, not "canon" events. Please don't flame.
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Herobrine stepped through the portal, into the blinding light of the desert.
He swept the landscape with ethereal eyes, taking note of the large tent city, lined with sandstone walls and trenches. Zombies and Skeletons were in abundance, clad in what appeared to be sand camo-colored leather and bustling about, hauling boxes or tools or weapons of some sort(...rifles?). Motorized vehicles of some sort, with flat backs and covered-over fronts would occasionally stop in the middle of all this, and either drop off boxes or pick up troops to be driven off towards the rough direction of the wall. A deep and irregular thump sounded off periodically in the distance.
He wondered at all this. Surely Israphel could simply summon his minions and their weapons from the sands? A rallying point(as this undoubtable was) seemed superfluous.
He looked up as Israphel drove up in a smaller version of the vehicles, kicking up dust off of what appeared to be sandstone paving as he skidded to a halt.
"Greetings, Master. Sorry I was late, I had to manage a minor SNAFU with cargo."
"Never mind about you being late. What I'm concerned about-"and as he said this Herobrine waved a pale arm over the camp,"-is all this. It seems inefficient to have a fixed base like this when you could just summon anywhere there is tainted sand."
"Ah, that. Well, hop in and I'll tell you on the way to the Wall."
Herobrine looked over the seat next to Israphel, then carefully sat down in the vehicle...car, some ancient memory from his mortal days offered.
"So," said Israphel, as he pulled away from the roadside and drove down towards the camp,"If you may recall from the Yogscast videos, Peculiar was dunked into radioactive liquid and presumed KIA. The Heroes disappeared afterwards, and we don't know why. Franky, we didn't care; With the heroes gone, all that was left was to raise the Sand God and wipe out all of Minecraftia, or so we thought."
"And it wasn't?"
"Not by a looooong shot. See, Peculiar survived, and mutated into a horrendous beast. We brought it in so's we could train it for war, but then it broke out and smashed the Reviver, pasted the Dwarven king and Daisy too before we could kill it. And even then it more gave up after killing Daisy than got beaten down."
"Then the Templars attacked in force, and that was even more out of the blue than Peculiar." He continued as they entered the tent city and the car slowed to walking pace for all the traffic, "Where they got the manpower I don't know, but they forced us off the Wall and into the Desert before we could stop them. And the weapons! I dunno where they got them or how, but somehow they'd gotten their hands on guns of all things, and we didn't have anything to match them at the time. Their rifles, these two handed things-" and Israphel tapped an open box of the rifles as he passed,"-could kill at ranges that made bows look like throwing stones, and they only had to reload every five shots. And emplaced machine guns could decimate entire hordes of zombies on open ground, no matter how many we threw at them. We didn't stop retreating until we managed to capture enough guns to copy the designs, and even then it was a long time before we could push them back to the Wall."
They finally cleared the tent city and headed down the dusty road towards the Wall.
"And then?"
Israphel paused as if to gather his courage back. He was clearly being shaken by whatever had happened, and Herobrine briefly considered retiring him for another commander. Briefly; Israphel was still his best general.
"...We thought we could still do it. Wipe Minecraftia clean. We could spread the sand, and still summon troops from it wherever we wanted to attack. They couldn't do that.
Then the rockets came. I mean, seriously. First guns, now rockets?! What the nether was going on?
And we only got more puzzled when the rockets came down in the desert...and didn't explode. I mean, what was the point of that? A few duds, sure, but all of them not exploding? And we kept on wondering until I tried to summon up an attacking force the next day, and couldn't. As in, no special effects, no unearthly noises, not even a twitch in the sand. It was like it was dead."
"Everywhere?'
"Oh, not everywhere. Just 5 miles out from the Wall. But that was quite sufficient. Suddenly we couldn't just raise an army on the spot, spend it all to overrun a Templar position, and then raise another the next day. We had to bring troops in and organize them, and the humans already knew how to do that. We got pushed back again from the Wall before we could learn how to organize the troops and push them back again.
Which leads up to this." And Israphel swept his arm over the view that had just appeared as they crusted the last dune.
There was the Wall, now rebuilt, low and thick and forboding, bristling with machine guns and barbed wire. Extending from it were trenches in the sand, 3 layers of them, the foremost of them also heavily armed and trapped.
From that trench extended a wasteland of craters, mud, wreckage,and blood, a mile or so of it before it stopped at another trench, this one facing the Wall and manned by Skeleton marksmen and Zombie swordsmen. Two more trenches lay behind that, the last of which had a ramp linked up to the road the car was on as it drove on towards it. Every once in a while, someone in the front trenches would fire off a round and start a brief but intense orgy of firing. The thumping was louder here, corresponding with jets of sand and smoke as shells came down in ones and twos.
"The Templars dug in at the Wall, turned it virtually impenetrable. We ended up doing the same, all the way up and down the wall, all the way to the coasts. It was that or get flanked by the Templar trenches. And we've been stalemated like this ever since.
Oh, we could tinker around with new technology and mine underground and get over them in the air but every time we did that, they found a counter and more new tech to boot and we were sent back with tails between our butt-cheeks, what ever we had of them afterwards. The same goes for them, thankfully."
"And then you called me."
"Yes. After 20 years of this hell. I've done all I can, tried for 20 years to break that Wall and nothing worked. I've gone over the problem with every boss I could summon, even convened with the Sand God for advice, but nothing works. You might find a way. I certainly couldn't."
"....Hmmm. Drop me off here, and find me a map."
"Yes Master."
Herobrine looked over the ruins as he dismounted, and began to think as he walked towards what looked to be a suitable table in the shade. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
No guarantees I'll update this with another chapter. Feedback might help with that.
Update: Spelling fixes. Thanks, MadScientist.
Funny how this doesn't get viewed more.
It's the name, isn't it?
Mitht be. People could think you are trying to leech off the Yogscast's popularity (which you kind of are, but not willingly) and therefore boycott/ignore this not so bad story.
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Would you like to know the atomic structure of a piece of bread?
NOTE: Fan wank, not "canon" events. Please don't flame.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Herobrine stepped through the portal, into the blinding light of the desert.
He swept the landscape with ethereal eyes, taking note of the large tent city, lined with sandstone walls and trenches. Zombies and Skeletons were in abundance, clad in what appeared to be sand camo-colored leather and bustling about, hauling boxes or tools or weapons of some sort(...rifles?). Motorized vehicles of some sort, with flat backs and covered-over fronts would occasionally stop in the middle of all this, and either drop off boxes or pick up troops to be driven off towards the rough direction of the wall. A deep and irregular thump sounded off periodically in the distance.
He wondered at all this. Surely Israphel could simply summon his minions and their weapons from the sands? A rallying point(as this undoubtable was) seemed superfluous.
He looked up as Israphel drove up in a smaller version of the vehicles, kicking up dust off of what appeared to be sandstone paving as he skidded to a halt.
"Greetings, Master. Sorry I was late, I had to manage a minor SNAFU with cargo."
"Never mind about you being late. What I'm concerned about-"and as he said this Herobrine waved a pale arm over the camp,"-is all this. It seems inefficient to have a fixed base like this when you could just summon anywhere there is tainted sand."
"Ah, that. Well, hop in and I'll tell you on the way to the Wall."
Herobrine looked over the seat next to Israphel, then carefully sat down in the vehicle...car, some ancient memory from his mortal days offered.
"So," said Israphel, as he pulled away from the roadside and drove down towards the camp,"If you may recall from the Yogscast videos, Peculiar was dunked into radioactive liquid and presumed KIA. The Heroes disappeared afterwards, and we don't know why. Franky, we didn't care; With the heroes gone, all that was left was to raise the Sand God and wipe out all of Minecraftia, or so we thought."
"And it wasn't?"
"Not by a looooong shot. See, Peculiar survived, and mutated into a horrendous beast. We brought it in so's we could train it for war, but then it broke out and smashed the Reviver, pasted the Dwarven king and Daisy too before we could kill it. And even then it more gave up after killing Daisy than got beaten down."
"Then the Templars attacked in force, and that was even more out of the blue than Peculiar." He continued as they entered the tent city and the car slowed to walking pace for all the traffic, "Where they got the manpower I don't know, but they forced us off the Wall and into the Desert before we could stop them. And the weapons! I dunno where they got them or how, but somehow they'd gotten their hands on guns of all things, and we didn't have anything to match them at the time. Their rifles, these two handed things-" and Israphel tapped an open box of the rifles as he passed,"-could kill at ranges that made bows look like throwing stones, and they only had to reload every five shots. And emplaced machine guns could decimate entire hordes of zombies on open ground, no matter how many we threw at them. We didn't stop retreating until we managed to capture enough guns to copy the designs, and even then it was a long time before we could push them back to the Wall."
They finally cleared the tent city and headed down the dusty road towards the Wall.
"And then?"
Israphel paused as if to gather his courage back. He was clearly being shaken by whatever had happened, and Herobrine briefly considered retiring him for another commander. Briefly; Israphel was still his best general.
"...We thought we could still do it. Wipe Minecraftia clean. We could spread the sand, and still summon troops from it wherever we wanted to attack. They couldn't do that.
Then the rockets came. I mean, seriously. First guns, now rockets?! What the nether was going on?
And we only got more puzzled when the rockets came down in the desert...and didn't explode. I mean, what was the point of that? A few duds, sure, but all of them not exploding? And we kept on wondering until I tried to summon up an attacking force the next day, and couldn't. As in, no special effects, no unearthly noises, not even a twitch in the sand. It was like it was dead."
"Everywhere?'
"Oh, not everywhere. Just 5 miles out from the Wall. But that was quite sufficient. Suddenly we couldn't just raise an army on the spot, spend it all to overrun a Templar position, and then raise another the next day. We had to bring troops in and organize them, and the humans already knew how to do that. We got pushed back again from the Wall before we could learn how to organize the troops and push them back again.
Which leads up to this." And Israphel swept his arm over the view that had just appeared as they crusted the last dune.
There was the Wall, now rebuilt, low and thick and forboding, bristling with machine guns and barbed wire. Extending from it were trenches in the sand, 3 layers of them, the foremost of them also heavily armed and trapped.
From that trench extended a wasteland of craters, mud, wreckage,and blood, a mile or so of it before it stopped at another trench, this one facing the Wall and manned by Skeleton marksmen and Zombie swordsmen. Two more trenches lay behind that, the last of which had a ramp linked up to the road the car was on as it drove on towards it. Every once in a while, someone in the front trenches would fire off a round and start a brief but intense orgy of firing. The thumping was louder here, corresponding with jets of sand and smoke as shells came down in ones and twos.
"The Templars dug in at the Wall, turned it virtually impenetrable. We ended up doing the same, all the way up and down the wall, all the way to the coasts. It was that or get flanked by the Templar trenches. And we've been stalemated like this ever since.
Oh, we could tinker around with new technology and mine underground and get over them in the air but every time we did that, they found a counter and more new tech to boot and we were sent back with tails between our butt-cheeks, what ever we had of them afterwards. The same goes for them, thankfully."
"And then you called me."
"Yes. After 20 years of this hell. I've done all I can, tried for 20 years to break that Wall and nothing worked. I've gone over the problem with every boss I could summon, even convened with the Sand God for advice, but nothing works. You might find a way. I certainly couldn't."
"....Hmmm. Drop me off here, and find me a map."
"Yes Master."
Herobrine looked over the ruins as he dismounted, and began to think as he walked towards what looked to be a suitable table in the shade.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------No guarantees I'll update this with another chapter. Feedback might help with that.
Update: Spelling fixes. Thanks, MadScientist.
TT2000, you are genius.
Think I ought to do more?
It's the name, isn't it?
Mitht be. People could think you are trying to leech off the Yogscast's popularity (which you kind of are, but not willingly) and therefore boycott/ignore this not so bad story.
TT2000, you are genius.
Any suggestions for a new name? I'm pretty bad at naming things.