The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Prologue:
Crunch, crunch crunch, the gravel road went as the mysterious figure ran across it.
In the cold winter air, his breath blossomed into a cloud of vapor. A lone skeleton crossed his path, and drew it’s bow. The figure reached for his sword.
“You’re late,” the skeleton growled, its voice like teeth grinding.
“Has he returned?” asked the figure, “Or am I just wasting my time?”
“He waits within,” the skeleton replied, and gestured towards the forest.
The pair walked carefully into the dark, frozen woods. Suddenly, a twig snapped.
The figure drew his sword and whirled around.
Sheathing his sword, he muttered “Just a pig”
“Nervous much?” the skeleton asked.
“I think they’re following me, Bones,” the man sighed “They’re getting suspicious”
“We’re almost there,” Bones replied
Together, the two entered the clearing. Rising from the mist before them stood a dilapidated tower, made of basalt and covered in runes. The pair passed through the collapsed archway, and came into the tower proper. Even though the roof had caved in many years ago, the wall still stood tall, like a black tunnel to the stars. The center of the room, which had been cleared of rubble, stood a sarcophagus, made of pure obsidian. The air reeked of something alien
“Have you ever been to the End, Maximus?” Bones asked.
“Never,” Maximus replied, “But I have heard the tales”
“Is he in there?” Maximus questioned.
Suddenly, the stench of the End began to increase, the sarcophagus began to shake, and the amethyst eyes began to glow.
“BOW TO YOUR MASTER,” a horrible, alien voice erupted into Maximus’s head
Maximus fell to his knees
Chapter 1:
Today was not a good day for Fabrisio. As he lept from rooftop to rooftop, he reflected why the guards were chasing him. It was just a little thing, really. All he had done was break into the castle of the local Baron and steal his crown.
The guards chasing Fabrisio did not agree. They had been in the middle of a particularly high stakes game of dice when the Creeperkind had burst into the room, holding the Baron’s crown. Apparently he had thought to climb the stairs in the tower to the roof. Unfortunately for him, the stairs were in the guard's room.
“That wasssn’t on the plansss,” Fabrisio muttered, springing off a rooftop, and laning in a roll on the street below. Once he did that, he thought, he would simply disappear into the crowd. Suddenly, his escape was prevented by an unassuming cat on a barrel.
Fabrisio stopped in his tracks. While his people were not the same creepers that threatened the outlying townships, they still had an ancestral fear of cat.
“It’sss okay,” He muttered, “It’sss more afraid of me than I am of it”
With that, the cat stood up, arched it’s striped back, and hissed a Fabrisio. Fabrisio took off running the other way, hitting abruptly something hard and cold. As it turned out, the mysterious object was the breastplate of a guard.
“Well, well, well what do we have here,” the guard asked, drawing his sword, “Some creeper scum decided to cross the Baron’s finest”
Without any other way to resolve the problem, Fabrisio removed a flint and steel from his back pocket.
“One move, and I blow usss both to the Nether,” he threatened as he moved the firestarter closer to his molting, green skin. The guard hesitated, then backed away slowly. As soon as the thug was out of sight, Fabrisio allowed himself a smile. While the Creeperkind were distantly related to creepers, they shared none of their explosive talents. Fabio threw rocks at the cat lounging behind him untill it went away, then blended into the crowd.
In the cold winter air, his breath blossomed into a cloud of vapor. A lone skeleton crossed his path, and drew it’s bow. The figure reached for his sword.
“You’re late,” the skeleton growled, its voice like teeth grinding.
“Has he returned?” asked the figure, “Or am I just wasting my time?”
“He waits within,” the skeleton replied, and gestured towards the forest.
The pair walked carefully into the dark, frozen woods. Suddenly, a twig snapped.
The figure drew his sword and whirled around.
Sheathing his sword, he muttered “Just a pig”
“Nervous much?” the skeleton asked.
“I think they’re following me, Bones,” the man sighed “They’re getting suspicious”
“We’re almost there,” Bones replied
Together, the two entered the clearing. Rising from the mist before them stood a dilapidated tower, made of basalt and covered in runes. The pair passed through the collapsed archway, and came into the tower proper. Even though the roof had caved in many years ago, the wall still stood tall, like a black tunnel to the stars. The center of the room, which had been cleared of rubble, stood a sarcophagus, made of pure obsidian. The air reeked of something alien
“Have you ever been to the End, Maximus?” Bones asked.
“Never,” Maximus replied, “But I have heard the tales”
“Is he in there?” Maximus questioned.
Suddenly, the stench of the End began to increase, the sarcophagus began to shake, and the amethyst eyes began to glow.
“BOW TO YOUR MASTER,” a horrible, alien voice erupted into Maximus’s head
Maximus fell to his knees
Chapter 1:
The guards chasing Fabrisio did not agree. They had been in the middle of a particularly high stakes game of dice when the Creeperkind had burst into the room, holding the Baron’s crown. Apparently he had thought to climb the stairs in the tower to the roof. Unfortunately for him, the stairs were in the guard's room.
“That wasssn’t on the plansss,” Fabrisio muttered, springing off a rooftop, and laning in a roll on the street below. Once he did that, he thought, he would simply disappear into the crowd. Suddenly, his escape was prevented by an unassuming cat on a barrel.
Fabrisio stopped in his tracks. While his people were not the same creepers that threatened the outlying townships, they still had an ancestral fear of cat.
“It’sss okay,” He muttered, “It’sss more afraid of me than I am of it”
With that, the cat stood up, arched it’s striped back, and hissed a Fabrisio. Fabrisio took off running the other way, hitting abruptly something hard and cold. As it turned out, the mysterious object was the breastplate of a guard.
“Well, well, well what do we have here,” the guard asked, drawing his sword, “Some creeper scum decided to cross the Baron’s finest”
Without any other way to resolve the problem, Fabrisio removed a flint and steel from his back pocket.
“One move, and I blow usss both to the Nether,” he threatened as he moved the firestarter closer to his molting, green skin. The guard hesitated, then backed away slowly. As soon as the thug was out of sight, Fabrisio allowed himself a smile. While the Creeperkind were distantly related to creepers, they shared none of their explosive talents. Fabio threw rocks at the cat lounging behind him untill it went away, then blended into the crowd.
Socially exiled from Minecraft community due to prefering civilization to anarchy. Our time will rise once more!