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The Origin of Destruction
I stuck my sword in that awful dragon’s mouth for the final blow. It let out an ear-splitting shriek as it exploded into dust. The endermen made a strange hissing sound, and I turned around, ready to fight. Instead, a withered looking enderman came up to me and procured an old, tattered book.
“Do you want me to read this?”
A few throaty hisses escaped its mouth. I guess it meant yes.
I cracked open the musty book and began reading.
ENTRY 1:
I’m getting sick of Steve and his stupid ramblings. Ever since we took that one trip to the museum, he’s been crazy about otherworldly spirits. I even stopped inviting him to parties because that was all he would talk about. To be honest, though, I think he’d rather stay home. He always moans that he has “stuff to do” and goes home as soon as possible. I’m not complaining. He’s so creepy now!
ENTRY 2:
Something… odd happened when I looked in Steve’s home yesterday. I heard some weird screams, so I looked in the window. A bright red light was shining from upstairs, and smoke was coming out profusely, obscuring the floor. I’m a bit worried now. What is he up to?
ENTRY 3:
I…can’t properly describe what has happened today. I want to just crawl in a hole and die. But I feel obligated to at least attempt to rationalize what has happened. All across the city, an awful roar was heard. Suddenly, a dark black dragon busted out of Steve’s house and swooped over us roaring and shrieking. It has destroyed most of the city, leaving nothing in its wake. Our defenses did not affect it, and it will likely raze all other cities.
Many people were awfully disfigured. Some have flaky, green skin, and have horrifying faces. Others have rotten skin, and have a putrid dark green tone of flesh. Still others have had all flesh and muscle removed, but still must walk among the living. I, however, am one of the many who got the worst of the treatment. Our skin has turned completely black, and our limbs have been unnaturally lengthened. Who knows what horrors will arise?
ENTRY 4:
It turns out our appearance wasn’t the only thing altered. Our very natures were changed, and we don’t resemble our old selves in the slightest. For instance, I found one of the many villages that had been established after the destruction of society, and the mutated “humans” that live in them. I stole a glance at one of them, and before I knew it, I had ripped them apart with my bare hands. The other humans, weak and feeble, screamed and fled. I felt deeply ashamed and ran into the forests, which more abundant thanks to the destruction of all cities.
ENTRY 5:
The dragon came to us, and spoke to us using telepathy. It wasn’t English, or any other language, but we could understand it perfectly. We were told of how he was sealed in a remote dimension after he had turned a world into a hellish land. It was a barren rock, devoid of life, but Steve released him into our world, and he made them his minions. We were told to come to his dimension, and build strange structures for him. Strangely, we knew it perfectly, and we constructed strange obsidian towers with large crystals on it.
ENTRY 6:
We have been recruited to kill Steve, for he has lived past the onslaught. When the dragon escaped his house, the falling rubble gave him a nasty blow on the head, erasing his memory. The dragon flung him somewhere in the world, assuming he couldn’t survive the elements. Many have taken this task quickly, wanting to murder him for what he did to us and our friends.
ENTRY 7:
Steve has made much progress, and has collected enough materials to enter the link to our world. Many of our kind have taken this news angrily constantly assaulting him, barely able to contain their trembling rage. He has easily slaughtered them all, and it seems they have decided to back off for now.
ENTRY 8:
The dragon’s dictatorship is going terribly. Many are scared for their lives, some even jumping into the static abyss below. I haven’t tried taking the easy way out, as I want to see the downfall of this tyrant.
ENTRY 9:
Joy of joys! Steve has entered our dimension, and is locked in a fierce struggle against our brutish tyrant! Many of us still haven’t forgiven him, and try to take advantage of the chaos to sneak in a blow. Most of us, however, run and hide or watch on the sidelines. I sincerely hope he can win, so I can enter the sweet embrace of death. Before I go, I will give him this book, and perhaps a record of these events can live on
(The rest of the book is filled with odd symbols, crude drawings, and many, many drawings of Steve)
NOTE: This story is a little amateurish, so criticism is much appreciated!
The Origin of Destruction
I stuck my sword in that awful dragon’s mouth for the final blow. It let out an ear-splitting shriek as it exploded into dust. The endermen made a strange hissing sound, and I turned around, ready to fight. Instead, a withered looking enderman came up to me and procured an old, tattered book.
“Do you want me to read this?”
A few throaty hisses escaped its mouth. I guess it meant yes.
I cracked open the musty book and began reading.
ENTRY 1:
I’m getting sick of Steve and his stupid ramblings. Ever since we took that one trip to the museum, he’s been crazy about otherworldly spirits. I even stopped inviting him to parties because that was all he would talk about. To be honest, though, I think he’d rather stay home. He always moans that he has “stuff to do” and goes home as soon as possible. I’m not complaining. He’s so creepy now!
ENTRY 2:
Something… odd happened when I looked in Steve’s home yesterday. I heard some weird screams, so I looked in the window. A bright red light was shining from upstairs, and smoke was coming out profusely, obscuring the floor. I’m a bit worried now. What is he up to?
ENTRY 3:
I…can’t properly describe what has happened today. I want to just crawl in a hole and die. But I feel obligated to at least attempt to rationalize what has happened. All across the city, an awful roar was heard. Suddenly, a dark black dragon busted out of Steve’s house and swooped over us roaring and shrieking. It has destroyed most of the city, leaving nothing in its wake. Our defenses did not affect it, and it will likely raze all other cities.
Many people were awfully disfigured. Some have flaky, green skin, and have horrifying faces. Others have rotten skin, and have a putrid dark green tone of flesh. Still others have had all flesh and muscle removed, but still must walk among the living. I, however, am one of the many who got the worst of the treatment. Our skin has turned completely black, and our limbs have been unnaturally lengthened. Who knows what horrors will arise?
ENTRY 4:
It turns out our appearance wasn’t the only thing altered. Our very natures were changed, and we don’t resemble our old selves in the slightest. For instance, I found one of the many villages that had been established after the destruction of society, and the mutated “humans” that live in them. I stole a glance at one of them, and before I knew it, I had ripped them apart with my bare hands. The other humans, weak and feeble, screamed and fled. I felt deeply ashamed and ran into the forests, which more abundant thanks to the destruction of all cities.
ENTRY 5:
The dragon came to us, and spoke to us using telepathy. It wasn’t English, or any other language, but we could understand it perfectly. We were told of how he was sealed in a remote dimension after he had turned a world into a hellish land. It was a barren rock, devoid of life, but Steve released him into our world, and he made them his minions. We were told to come to his dimension, and build strange structures for him. Strangely, we knew it perfectly, and we constructed strange obsidian towers with large crystals on it.
ENTRY 6:
We have been recruited to kill Steve, for he has lived past the onslaught. When the dragon escaped his house, the falling rubble gave him a nasty blow on the head, erasing his memory. The dragon flung him somewhere in the world, assuming he couldn’t survive the elements. Many have taken this task quickly, wanting to murder him for what he did to us and our friends.
ENTRY 7:
Steve has made much progress, and has collected enough materials to enter the link to our world. Many of our kind have taken this news angrily constantly assaulting him, barely able to contain their trembling rage. He has easily slaughtered them all, and it seems they have decided to back off for now.
ENTRY 8:
The dragon’s dictatorship is going terribly. Many are scared for their lives, some even jumping into the static abyss below. I haven’t tried taking the easy way out, as I want to see the downfall of this tyrant.
ENTRY 9:
Joy of joys! Steve has entered our dimension, and is locked in a fierce struggle against our brutish tyrant! Many of us still haven’t forgiven him, and try to take advantage of the chaos to sneak in a blow. Most of us, however, run and hide or watch on the sidelines. I sincerely hope he can win, so I can enter the sweet embrace of death. Before I go, I will give him this book, and perhaps a record of these events can live on
(The rest of the book is filled with odd symbols, crude drawings, and many, many drawings of Steve)
NOTE: This story is a little amateurish, so criticism is much appreciated!