Hello readers! Around here I go by OffTheAir, preferably Air. I have been moderately active around the literature section of the Minecraft forums, whether it has been writing my own material or reading the material of other writers. If you're familiar with "The Wooden House," a fan fiction I wrote over a year ago at the point of writing this introduction, then you might know me. Anyway, for a while now I've realized that I haven't been enjoying the last couple updates I have made to that story. I don't have as much interest in the concept of the story and I feel as though the plot has been rushed. As a person who enjoys writing, I want to make something that not only people will like to read, but I will like to read as well. Hopefully some of you will understand what I mean by that sentence. Although this definetly does not mean I will be abandoning "The Wooden House," it does mean that I will be writing something completely new and different. That being said, on the fourth of July I started writing the plot to this story you will hopefully read and be interested in. Enough with this boring stuff, here's the story that I have decided to call
Other Stuff:
- Herobrine is going to be used eventually in the story as a reference. Just so all of you who are not aware know, Herobrine is NOT real.
- If you're not comfortable with dark material, in this case, occasional violence, then it's suggested you don't read.
- Some notable people I want to mention whose writing has influenced me: sc1020, 1Dani, and SteveCraftwood. (Seriously, anything they have made in the Literature section, I highly suggest checking out.)
- I plan to update this more frequently then I have with other stuff.
Prologue:
"It was a beautiful world. I can't complain...nobody could complain. Creatures of different shapes and sizes inhabited the many beautiful biomes of the world...and they roamed peacefully too, for we had no need to kill them. Of course, there was the exception of those devilish mobs, but with the powerful technology we had, they became the least of our problems. Heck, a majority of us haven't even seen them, for our towns and cities are protected by colossal stone brick walls that are under constant security during the night time hours. If a mob dared to step within a one-hundred block distance of us, they were killed instantly on sight. Anyway, back to the topic of the mercy we show the innocent creatures of our world. We have no need to slay them because food can be found anywhere in our world. Hanging from trees, growing from the ground, starvation was basically an issue nobody even needed to pay attention to anymore. The only thing that gave people anywhere even a bit of trouble was the one single exception of our perfect world...the fact that respawning just wasn't something that existed. I guess you could say that our world is "Hardcore." But who cares, right? In this world we have no dangers, everyone works together in harmony, there's nothing besides, well, old age I guess, that could possibly cause us trouble...At least...that's how it used to be..." ~Entry #022
Three young men were panting. It seemed as if they had been running for hours. The location they had been in was none other than the middle of a desert, inside a small temple that was completely made from sandstone of all different kinds. All of the men were wearing black masks with holes cut out over where their eyes and mouth were located, and they all were equipped with scarlet capes with an odd symbol on them. One of the men was carrying a large bag. It was the middle of the night.
"Hurry!" One of the men shouted, pointing at four different spots not too far away from each other, "place those redstone torches here, here, here, and here!"
"I-I'm hurt badly..." Another said, "my arms...pl...please...help me..."
The third man quietly placed the redstone torches in the exact spots that the first man had pointed to. After he did, the same man broke a piece of the sandstone floor off of the center spot of the four locations of the torches. He then placed a netherrack block where the piece of sandstone used to reside, then produced a flame on top of it using a flint n' steel.
"Perfect," The first man said with a smile, "Now...all we need is for one of us to sacrifice something we could not live without."
It was not clear what happened next, but the first man took two large objects and tossed them into the fiery flame that would forever burn on top of the netherrack until it was put out. The second man had been screaming with pain, lying on the ground, and the third man was watching curiously in horror now.
"Oh please," The first man laughed, looking at the man who was clearly in pain, "your suffering does not compare to the horror your guild has put me and my family through...capturing us just because of our history, and making us starve as you all enjoyed yourselves! Well I hope you're proud of yourself...you're involved now!"
The thundering sound of charging horses on the sand and the gunshots of rifles was heard in the distance. The three men recognized the noise and the looks on their faces upon hearing it was none other than fear.
"Blast!" The first man shouted, "I assumed that our theft was so silent that they couldn't have possibly noticed the book was gone until morning!"
The second man looked at the first in horror as he loomed over the fire, flipping through the pages of a damaged book. It was clear that he didn't want to say a word, but did so anyway.
"What do you plan to do with this legendary book, you monster?" He questioned, "I've done the liberty in helping you with your crime, which I now regret, but please, please,
The first man turned to face the second, shook his head, then laughed devilishly.
"I'm sorry," He replied, "I've witnessed too many people die in front of me that forgiveness is something that can never be achieved. I'm using the book for a long-term revenge against those murderers out there! I'm going to do what they did to me, I'm going to make them starve!"
"NO!"
The first man shoved the second to the ground, then turned to face the flame again. He flipped to a specific page in the book then began repeating the sentence that was written on the page over and over again. But it wasn't clear on what exactly he was saying, it was almost as if he was speaking in a completely unknown language.
Horses, presumably the same ones that had been making the noise earlier, entered the desert temple. Large men equipped with emerald encrusted armor and what seemed to be rifles made from diamonds hopped off them and ran to where the three men were.
"Halt!" They shouted. "Don't move another st-"
But they couldn't finish their sentence, because right before they reached the three men the desert temple was completely obliterated by a gigantic explosion that seemed to have resulted from the ritual the first man had performed.
But they couldn't finish their sentence, because right before they reached the three men the desert temple was completely obliterated by a gigantic explosion that seemed to have resulted from the ritual the first man had performed.
"I...I'm writing this entry in this book because...well...I'm not sure how much longer I will be alive. What I did in that desert temple was a sin, a sin so big that I mine as well be cursed to dwell in the Nether the rest of my life. I'm writing this so...to anyone who happens to find it next to wherever my body lays as a result of losing consciousness...Just know that I regret what I have done...just know that I never, EVER, wanted to hurt anyone besides those who really deserved it...those who basically cursed me and my family for reasons that mine as well be unknown. I don't know why the ritual turned out this way, I don't know why the effects are how they turned out to be...but it's my fault. I don't even know how I survived...but I wish I didn't. All I saw when I woke up was the dead bodies of a dozen of those soldiers who came to capture us, and the scholar who had helped me find and steal the book...Oddly enough though, I couldn't find the body of the other man who accompanied me. He may have survived the blast, but he was in such bad condition there's no way he got anywhere...another fault of mine. Anyway, I...I'm starting to feel dizzy...I need to conclude this quick. Just so the people of this world get revenge on me, I want anyone who finds this book to spread my name. I want my name to live in infamy. My name is Louxy. Remember that name reader, Louxy, remember it! Let people know that is the name of the man who killed the beautiful world. That is the name of the man who made food...extinct." ~Entry #023
- If you're not comfortable with dark material, in this case, occasional violence, then it's suggested you don't read.
- Some notable people I want to mention whose writing has influenced me: sc1020, 1Dani, and SteveCraftwood. (Seriously, anything they have made in the Literature section, I highly suggest checking out.)
- I plan to update this more frequently then I have with other stuff.
Three young men were panting. It seemed as if they had been running for hours. The location they had been in was none other than the middle of a desert, inside a small temple that was completely made from sandstone of all different kinds. All of the men were wearing black masks with holes cut out over where their eyes and mouth were located, and they all were equipped with scarlet capes with an odd symbol on them. One of the men was carrying a large bag. It was the middle of the night.
"Hurry!" One of the men shouted, pointing at four different spots not too far away from each other, "place those redstone torches here, here, here, and here!"
"I-I'm hurt badly..." Another said, "my arms...pl...please...help me..."
The third man quietly placed the redstone torches in the exact spots that the first man had pointed to. After he did, the same man broke a piece of the sandstone floor off of the center spot of the four locations of the torches. He then placed a netherrack block where the piece of sandstone used to reside, then produced a flame on top of it using a flint n' steel.
"Perfect," The first man said with a smile, "Now...all we need is for one of us to sacrifice something we could not live without."
It was not clear what happened next, but the first man took two large objects and tossed them into the fiery flame that would forever burn on top of the netherrack until it was put out. The second man had been screaming with pain, lying on the ground, and the third man was watching curiously in horror now.
"Oh please," The first man laughed, looking at the man who was clearly in pain, "your suffering does not compare to the horror your guild has put me and my family through...capturing us just because of our history, and making us starve as you all enjoyed yourselves! Well I hope you're proud of yourself...you're involved now!"
The thundering sound of charging horses on the sand and the gunshots of rifles was heard in the distance. The three men recognized the noise and the looks on their faces upon hearing it was none other than fear.
"Blast!" The first man shouted, "I assumed that our theft was so silent that they couldn't have possibly noticed the book was gone until morning!"
The second man looked at the first in horror as he loomed over the fire, flipping through the pages of a damaged book. It was clear that he didn't want to say a word, but did so anyway.
"What do you plan to do with this legendary book, you monster?" He questioned, "I've done the liberty in helping you with your crime, which I now regret, but please, please,
The first man turned to face the second, shook his head, then laughed devilishly.
"I'm sorry," He replied, "I've witnessed too many people die in front of me that forgiveness is something that can never be achieved. I'm using the book for a long-term revenge against those murderers out there! I'm going to do what they did to me, I'm going to make them starve!"
"NO!"
The first man shoved the second to the ground, then turned to face the flame again. He flipped to a specific page in the book then began repeating the sentence that was written on the page over and over again. But it wasn't clear on what exactly he was saying, it was almost as if he was speaking in a completely unknown language.
Horses, presumably the same ones that had been making the noise earlier, entered the desert temple. Large men equipped with emerald encrusted armor and what seemed to be rifles made from diamonds hopped off them and ran to where the three men were.
"Halt!" They shouted. "Don't move another st-"
But they couldn't finish their sentence, because right before they reached the three men the desert temple was completely obliterated by a gigantic explosion that seemed to have resulted from the ritual the first man had performed.
But they couldn't finish their sentence, because right before they reached the three men the desert temple was completely obliterated by a gigantic explosion that seemed to have resulted from the ritual the first man had performed.
"I...I'm writing this entry in this book because...well...I'm not sure how much longer I will be alive. What I did in that desert temple was a sin, a sin so big that I mine as well be cursed to dwell in the Nether the rest of my life. I'm writing this so...to anyone who happens to find it next to wherever my body lays as a result of losing consciousness...Just know that I regret what I have done...just know that I never, EVER, wanted to hurt anyone besides those who really deserved it...those who basically cursed me and my family for reasons that mine as well be unknown. I don't know why the ritual turned out this way, I don't know why the effects are how they turned out to be...but it's my fault. I don't even know how I survived...but I wish I didn't. All I saw when I woke up was the dead bodies of a dozen of those soldiers who came to capture us, and the scholar who had helped me find and steal the book...Oddly enough though, I couldn't find the body of the other man who accompanied me. He may have survived the blast, but he was in such bad condition there's no way he got anywhere...another fault of mine. Anyway, I...I'm starting to feel dizzy...I need to conclude this quick. Just so the people of this world get revenge on me, I want anyone who finds this book to spread my name. I want my name to live in infamy. My name is Louxy. Remember that name reader, Louxy, remember it! Let people know that is the name of the man who killed the beautiful world. That is the name of the man who made food...extinct." ~Entry #023
The Republic of Atlas