I was bored so I decided to start a little story contest.
The subject is a mob's point of view.
You have seven days to enter and after those seven days I'll post a link to a new topic with a poll and the person with the most votes wins!
Rules: All entries MUST be maid specially for this contest and submitted by the said story's creator, you ARE aloud to vote for your own story, and most importantly HAVE FUN!
Update: This contest now ends on the 14th to give people more time to work on their stories.
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"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind." -Dr.Seuss
"There's no use crying over every mistake, you just keep trying till you run out of cake." -GLaDOS (Portal)
I finish a fine meal of sheep and I see him. He is about two blocks high and one wide. His legs are blue and his chest is blue-green. I ignored him. If he hits me, my friends will help me make him disappear. He sees me and stops. He makes some noises that I do not understand. “What?” I ask. A bone appears in his hand.
Bone. So tasty, so fun to chew on. I stare at it for a moment and tilt my head. “Can I have it? Please?” He gives it to me. And another. I love him. “I will follow you anywhere.” He looks pleased. “Sit” He says. I sit. I will do anything for Master. “Follow me.” I follow.
We come across a herd of cows. “Hi Cows!” I say. “Moo” they answer. I like cows. Master does not like cows. He hits one. I do not like that cow. I attack it and make it disappear. Master gives me a yummy piece of meat and makes a noise. It sounds nice. I like the noise. I decide it means ‘good boy’.
Master does not like the other cows either, so neither do I. I make them all disappear. “Good boy” he says. Then he says “Good boy Jim.” I am Jim. I like the name Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim. We keep going. He doesn’t like some pigs. I make them disappear.
It is night now. I hear a zombie. “Hi zombie!” I say. “rwaaar” it says. Master doesn’t see it. “This is Master,” I tell Zombie. “He is nice.” Zombie walks up to master to say hello. Zombie hits Master. Zombie does not like Master. I do not like Zombie. I make Zombie disappear.
“Good boy Jim.” Jim, Jim, Jim. More zombies come. I make them disappear. They hit me, but they will not hit Master. Master takes me to a house. He says “Sit” and I sit. He lies down and I watch him the whole night.
“Good morning Jim,” He says when he gets up. Jim, Jim, Jim. We have a good day. Next day, Creeper blows up house. More creepers come. I do not attack creepers. All they want are hugs. I say “Go away. Master doesn’t like you.” They ignore me. Master doesn’t see them coming. “Master!” He doesn’t look. I yell. “What is it Jim?” he asks. He sees the creepers. “Run Jim!” Creeper blows up. It hurts. “Jim!” Jim, Jim, Jim. It hurts. I love Master. Creeper explodes. “Bye Master.” Jim, Jim, Jim. I am sleepy.
Ok so it's not done yet but i need to do my homework and to whoever reads it now it lets off at a somewhat good cliff hanger but not the best.
Story Name: The Snow Gem
Mob: Snow Golem
Name: Gray
Length: Long
A beautiful city is formed at the summit of a plains, river, forest, and snow biome. The snow biome chills the water of the river but hardly ever freezes it. This provides some of the best water in the world and on a nice hot day this liquid sensation trickling down your throat is heaven in a bottle. Deep in the jungle there lies a forbidden temple that many of townsfolk say is haunted or evil. This creates the cities main law, NO TRESPASSING INTO THE TEMPLE! The city is built on the plains biome flats but some parts continue on into the snow biome. This is where are little friend comes into play. Our hero ignores the rule of the city but what will his trilogy be: life, death, sadness, excitement, fame, shun? Find out yourself, all you have to do is believe.
Hidden in a secret base under the crisp snow of the winter biome lies an abandon scientist’s workshop. Thousands of books lined up alphabetically on hundreds of shelves. Open journals let out in mid sentence or report. Cobwebs and evil creatures appear almost everywhere in the base. The only thing allowing it to survive is a single torch, but every torch has a light and as long as there is light you can not be devoured in darkness. Then a domino effect starts, a zombie trips on a pencil and knocks down several bookshelves. One of these books when flying upwards releasing a cube model of the world from its stance. This rolls over and over until it slams against the floors which slams shut a journal sending a pencil flying. This pencil hit a button, one little button that could save the entire world. This button was labeled ‘Plan B’!
Suddenly two pistons shove out two blocks of soft white snow. Then a pumpkin is dropped from a dropper on the ceiling from straight above. Suddenly the three blocked statue starting glowing and the glow continued to grow across the entire base like wild fire. The light drove the shadow out of every evil soul. Breaking apart every mob in that base pixel by pixel until they were no more but a memory. The three blocks began hovering in the air, then its consumption of shape began to change. It went back and forth from looking like a pile of snow to a live figure while in this light. Until suddenly, the light explodes into a radiating blast booming straight upward leaving a hole that went straight through several layers of stone and dirt until it hit the surface. When the blinding light finally subsided something beautiful was created, a piece of life.
He scavenged around the base. Over and over he kept on seeing the same thing written in journals “Plan B” or “Experiment 316” or in one cascenario he read a “The boss says he’s a living thing so he was going to name him Gray”. One notebook said something gruesome though “They are here they broke down the torches and more popped up from the ground. They found us and they will kill us all!” Then in one more it said “They bit my leg, I don't feel so good. I can already feel the transformation, my arm is already green and all of my vision is tinted red. I recorded most of the academic in my perspective with a crystal recorder i invented a while back. Hopefully it will work for you just touch it and say “crystal recorder”. After all of this information was registered in ‘plan B’s’ head he had pieced together what happened. He had realized that his name was Gray so he tried to say it “Ga-” “Grrrr” “Jaray” “Grava” “Grrr-aye” “Grray”. He had finally said it once, after a few more tries he could easily say it “Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray!”
After trying to say some of the writing at loud he had realized something, he could not speak aloud but only in his head. He had only managed to some how break apart gray’s syllables and pronounce them using the few vocals he had, since most of his body was made of snow. He had gathered enough information and was ready to watch the crystal recorder. There was yet a problem though, he could not speak so he couldn’t say "crystal recorder". It was then that he noticed one more book under the crystal recorder. It was labeled “To Gray,” on the cover. So Gray opened it. It told him everything on his trilogy, how, why, when, and by who. It also gave word of a journey he had to take, a journey to save the world!
Great, I was just considering extending the length of the contest to give more time to the people who ether hadn't heard about the contest until or were spending more time on their stories.
Reply: until the 14th.
The subject is a mob's point of view.
You have seven days to enter and after those seven days I'll post a link to a new topic with a poll and the person with the most votes wins!
Rules: All entries MUST be maid specially for this contest and submitted by the said story's creator, you ARE aloud to vote for your own story, and most importantly HAVE FUN!
Update:
This contest now ends on the 14th to give people more time to work on their stories.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind."
-Dr.Seuss
-GLaDOS (Portal)
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Mob: Wolf/dog
Length: Short
Bone. So tasty, so fun to chew on. I stare at it for a moment and tilt my head. “Can I have it? Please?” He gives it to me. And another. I love him. “I will follow you anywhere.” He looks pleased. “Sit” He says. I sit. I will do anything for Master. “Follow me.” I follow.
We come across a herd of cows. “Hi Cows!” I say. “Moo” they answer. I like cows. Master does not like cows. He hits one. I do not like that cow. I attack it and make it disappear. Master gives me a yummy piece of meat and makes a noise. It sounds nice. I like the noise. I decide it means ‘good boy’.
Master does not like the other cows either, so neither do I. I make them all disappear. “Good boy” he says. Then he says “Good boy Jim.” I am Jim. I like the name Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim. We keep going. He doesn’t like some pigs. I make them disappear.
It is night now. I hear a zombie. “Hi zombie!” I say. “rwaaar” it says. Master doesn’t see it. “This is Master,” I tell Zombie. “He is nice.” Zombie walks up to master to say hello. Zombie hits Master. Zombie does not like Master. I do not like Zombie. I make Zombie disappear.
“Good boy Jim.” Jim, Jim, Jim. More zombies come. I make them disappear. They hit me, but they will not hit Master. Master takes me to a house. He says “Sit” and I sit. He lies down and I watch him the whole night.
“Good morning Jim,” He says when he gets up. Jim, Jim, Jim. We have a good day. Next day, Creeper blows up house. More creepers come. I do not attack creepers. All they want are hugs. I say “Go away. Master doesn’t like you.” They ignore me. Master doesn’t see them coming. “Master!” He doesn’t look. I yell. “What is it Jim?” he asks. He sees the creepers. “Run Jim!” Creeper blows up. It hurts. “Jim!” Jim, Jim, Jim. It hurts. I love Master. Creeper explodes. “Bye Master.” Jim, Jim, Jim. I am sleepy.
Believe in the me who believes in the you.

You've found my secret. Have a cookie!
Story Name: The Snow Gem
Mob: Snow Golem
Name: Gray
Length: Long
Hidden in a secret base under the crisp snow of the winter biome lies an abandon scientist’s workshop. Thousands of books lined up alphabetically on hundreds of shelves. Open journals let out in mid sentence or report. Cobwebs and evil creatures appear almost everywhere in the base. The only thing allowing it to survive is a single torch, but every torch has a light and as long as there is light you can not be devoured in darkness. Then a domino effect starts, a zombie trips on a pencil and knocks down several bookshelves. One of these books when flying upwards releasing a cube model of the world from its stance. This rolls over and over until it slams against the floors which slams shut a journal sending a pencil flying. This pencil hit a button, one little button that could save the entire world. This button was labeled ‘Plan B’!
Suddenly two pistons shove out two blocks of soft white snow. Then a pumpkin is dropped from a dropper on the ceiling from straight above. Suddenly the three blocked statue starting glowing and the glow continued to grow across the entire base like wild fire. The light drove the shadow out of every evil soul. Breaking apart every mob in that base pixel by pixel until they were no more but a memory. The three blocks began hovering in the air, then its consumption of shape began to change. It went back and forth from looking like a pile of snow to a live figure while in this light. Until suddenly, the light explodes into a radiating blast booming straight upward leaving a hole that went straight through several layers of stone and dirt until it hit the surface. When the blinding light finally subsided something beautiful was created, a piece of life.
He scavenged around the base. Over and over he kept on seeing the same thing written in journals “Plan B” or “Experiment 316” or in one cascenario he read a “The boss says he’s a living thing so he was going to name him Gray”. One notebook said something gruesome though “They are here they broke down the torches and more popped up from the ground. They found us and they will kill us all!” Then in one more it said “They bit my leg, I don't feel so good. I can already feel the transformation, my arm is already green and all of my vision is tinted red. I recorded most of the academic in my perspective with a crystal recorder i invented a while back. Hopefully it will work for you just touch it and say “crystal recorder”. After all of this information was registered in ‘plan B’s’ head he had pieced together what happened. He had realized that his name was Gray so he tried to say it “Ga-” “Grrrr” “Jaray” “Grava” “Grrr-aye” “Grray”. He had finally said it once, after a few more tries he could easily say it “Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray, Gray!”
After trying to say some of the writing at loud he had realized something, he could not speak aloud but only in his head. He had only managed to some how break apart gray’s syllables and pronounce them using the few vocals he had, since most of his body was made of snow. He had gathered enough information and was ready to watch the crystal recorder. There was yet a problem though, he could not speak so he couldn’t say "crystal recorder". It was then that he noticed one more book under the crystal recorder. It was labeled “To Gray,” on the cover. So Gray opened it. It told him everything on his trilogy, how, why, when, and by who. It also gave word of a journey he had to take, a journey to save the world!
This contest is officially closed!But don't worry DJenderKid I'll wait until you're done with that before making the new thread."Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind."
-Dr.Seuss
-GLaDOS (Portal)
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V so for what you wrote down there, how much longer precisely?
Reply: until the 14th.
Now this contest is officially closed.
Voting:
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/show-your-creation/fan-art/literature/2281694-story-contest-subject-a-mobs-point-of-view-voting
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind."
-Dr.Seuss
-GLaDOS (Portal)