Just share your fictional Minecraft stories. Here is mine (Its called "The Jungle fights back")
I was the cheif of a peacful jungle tribe. We loved nature and would only take what we needed. Life was good. Every morning some people would go out hunting, while other farmed, some built and mined. Everyone had there place. A few months ago we noticed some settlers moving around the jungle. We welcome company and tried to stay optimistic despite the fact that most settlers only bring distruction. I soon noticed many trees being cut down and far too many animals dying. Soon I noticed the settlers wasting resources. They blew up the land with TNT. They set fire to the bushes and killed the animals for fun, they didn't even eat them. The cleared out huge sections of the forest and built giant factorys and building there. The jungle was being destroyed by them and they didn't care. They carlessly destroyed the natural resources we used to survive. We were running out of places to get food and they were polluting the air driving away many animal and killing the plants. Eventually we decided we couldnt survive much longer with them here, neither could the jungle. I sent four men over to there camp (which was located at the edge of the jungle) so they could nagotiate. The nagociaters brought a peace offering and only asked if they stopped wasting so many resources and pointlessly destroying things. The nagociaters were were killed by the settlers. There was nothing much we could do, form the looks of it they had atleast 200 men, we only had 30. That night our village was attacked while we slept. They rode in on horses, shooting us, and killing the guards. They set the village on fire and stole most of our food. They rode away before we could fight back. 18 people were killed in that raid. I would not stand for it any longer, they had come onto the land and destroyed it, it was time to fight back! I gathered the rest of the 15 people we had and we devised a plan.
That morning we snuck around there camp while they were just waking up. We were not cowards and would wait until they had a fair fighting chance. I blew the horn waking up all the settlers. A few of them rushed outside to see what happened. I jumped out of my loft in the tree, and the other rushed out on horseback from the bushes. The settlers scrambled and grabbed the best swords they had. I pulled out my diamond sword and rushed into the center of the camp cutting the heads off of settlers. Thats when I froze. I underestimated the settlers, they had a TNT cannon. By the time I saw them loading it, it was too late. I tried to yell for my men to get down but there was not enough time. In an explosion of dust and gunpowder the TNT flew towards me. it hit the ground besides me and knocked me off the horse. I hit the ground hard and heard more TNT blasts in the distance. I tried to get up but a settler in a diamond helmet knocked me down and pointed an iron sword at me. In one swift movement he slashed my arm off. I screamed in pain. I rolled out of the way just as he was going to hit me again. Suddenly he was hit in the back with an arrow and crumpled to the ground. My archer has killed him. He ran over to me and pulled me into the woods. After the battle we only killed about 10 settlers but lost 13 men. It was only me and the archer now. We knew the jungle better than them, but they wouldn find us some time. A week later we were still in hiding. I was feeling better, but I still was missing my right arm. He wanted to just leave the jungle, but I wasn't going to give up, I wasn't going to let these jerks destroy the nature. That night I grabbed my diamond sword, and put on some iron armor. I climbed onto my horse and set off for the settlers camp. The archer was back at our camp sleeping, he would not have gone with me. I snuck over the wall they had built and crept through the camp. I whistled loudly to call my army. At least 150 creepers, zombies, skeletons, pigs, cows, horses, even chickens emerged out of the dark. I was nice to these mobs, so they would help me in my time of need. We rushed into the camp. The settlers woke up as creepers exploded there houses. The came out and started loading the cannon. I threw my sword and hit the guy loading the cannon. I jumped on the back of a cow and rode over to the house of the leader. I knocked down the door and climbed upstairs. He was waiting for me. He knocked me back down the stairs and stabbed me in the left leg with a pickaxe. I snapped my fingers and a zombie emerged. It helped me up and grabbed the leader. "YOU SAVAGE! YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS" he screamed. I silently pulled out a stick of TNT and placed it beside him. I tied him and to it and lit the fuse. He screamed for help as I left. His own weapon had caused his downfall. The house exploded behind me. The sun was coming up. Skeletons and zombies started burning. I was sad that my comrades would not see the end of the battle, but they had been ready. The settlers had either died or fled. I placed down a sappling and got the bone of a skeleton and grew a tree. I walked away from the camp, the jungle was safe. That happened about 10 years ago. The settlers camp is now overgrown with vines and trees. I have my tribe back and settlers have never bothered us since.
No offence or anything but your story could be better. You have quite a few spelling errors and the story seems pretty small. Adding more detail, backstory and other little things that could make it better.
It's a good story, but I think you could improve on it. Sorry if I sound really harsh, I just love giving feedback that can hopefully help authors improve on their writing.
No offence or anything but your story could be better. You have quite a few spelling errors and the story seems pretty small. Adding more detail, backstory and other little things that could make it better.
It's a good story, but I think you could improve on it. Sorry if I sound really harsh, I just love giving feedback that can hopefully help authors improve on their writing.
thnx. I noticed the spelling errors. I was actually working on a better version of the story that was just my first draft.
I was the cheif of a peacful jungle tribe. We loved nature and would only take what we needed. Life was good. Every morning some people would go out hunting, while other farmed, some built and mined. Everyone had there place. A few months ago we noticed some settlers moving around the jungle. We welcome company and tried to stay optimistic despite the fact that most settlers only bring distruction. I soon noticed many trees being cut down and far too many animals dying. Soon I noticed the settlers wasting resources. They blew up the land with TNT. They set fire to the bushes and killed the animals for fun, they didn't even eat them. The cleared out huge sections of the forest and built giant factorys and building there. The jungle was being destroyed by them and they didn't care. They carlessly destroyed the natural resources we used to survive. We were running out of places to get food and they were polluting the air driving away many animal and killing the plants. Eventually we decided we couldnt survive much longer with them here, neither could the jungle. I sent four men over to there camp (which was located at the edge of the jungle) so they could nagotiate. The nagociaters brought a peace offering and only asked if they stopped wasting so many resources and pointlessly destroying things. The nagociaters were were killed by the settlers. There was nothing much we could do, form the looks of it they had atleast 200 men, we only had 30. That night our village was attacked while we slept. They rode in on horses, shooting us, and killing the guards. They set the village on fire and stole most of our food. They rode away before we could fight back. 18 people were killed in that raid. I would not stand for it any longer, they had come onto the land and destroyed it, it was time to fight back! I gathered the rest of the 15 people we had and we devised a plan.
That morning we snuck around there camp while they were just waking up. We were not cowards and would wait until they had a fair fighting chance. I blew the horn waking up all the settlers. A few of them rushed outside to see what happened. I jumped out of my loft in the tree, and the other rushed out on horseback from the bushes. The settlers scrambled and grabbed the best swords they had. I pulled out my diamond sword and rushed into the center of the camp cutting the heads off of settlers. Thats when I froze. I underestimated the settlers, they had a TNT cannon. By the time I saw them loading it, it was too late. I tried to yell for my men to get down but there was not enough time. In an explosion of dust and gunpowder the TNT flew towards me. it hit the ground besides me and knocked me off the horse. I hit the ground hard and heard more TNT blasts in the distance. I tried to get up but a settler in a diamond helmet knocked me down and pointed an iron sword at me. In one swift movement he slashed my arm off. I screamed in pain. I rolled out of the way just as he was going to hit me again. Suddenly he was hit in the back with an arrow and crumpled to the ground. My archer has killed him. He ran over to me and pulled me into the woods. After the battle we only killed about 10 settlers but lost 13 men. It was only me and the archer now. We knew the jungle better than them, but they wouldn find us some time. A week later we were still in hiding. I was feeling better, but I still was missing my right arm. He wanted to just leave the jungle, but I wasn't going to give up, I wasn't going to let these jerks destroy the nature. That night I grabbed my diamond sword, and put on some iron armor. I climbed onto my horse and set off for the settlers camp. The archer was back at our camp sleeping, he would not have gone with me. I snuck over the wall they had built and crept through the camp. I whistled loudly to call my army. At least 150 creepers, zombies, skeletons, pigs, cows, horses, even chickens emerged out of the dark. I was nice to these mobs, so they would help me in my time of need. We rushed into the camp. The settlers woke up as creepers exploded there houses. The came out and started loading the cannon. I threw my sword and hit the guy loading the cannon. I jumped on the back of a cow and rode over to the house of the leader. I knocked down the door and climbed upstairs. He was waiting for me. He knocked me back down the stairs and stabbed me in the left leg with a pickaxe. I snapped my fingers and a zombie emerged. It helped me up and grabbed the leader. "YOU SAVAGE! YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS" he screamed. I silently pulled out a stick of TNT and placed it beside him. I tied him and to it and lit the fuse. He screamed for help as I left. His own weapon had caused his downfall. The house exploded behind me. The sun was coming up. Skeletons and zombies started burning. I was sad that my comrades would not see the end of the battle, but they had been ready. The settlers had either died or fled. I placed down a sappling and got the bone of a skeleton and grew a tree. I walked away from the camp, the jungle was safe. That happened about 10 years ago. The settlers camp is now overgrown with vines and trees. I have my tribe back and settlers have never bothered us since.
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No offence or anything but your story could be better. You have quite a few spelling errors and the story seems pretty small. Adding more detail, backstory and other little things that could make it better.
It's a good story, but I think you could improve on it. Sorry if I sound really harsh, I just love giving feedback that can hopefully help authors improve on their writing.
thnx. I noticed the spelling errors. I was actually working on a better version of the story that was just my first draft.
Makes sense. Good luck on your story!