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The best one I know of is All-U-Want. It's so far only for 1.8, which is a shame, but it is incredibly useful for making virtually everything you could possibly want for a custom map. Custom splash potions, lore editor and name changer, supports the § character for color changes, custom enchants up to the maximum, (well over 20,000 levels of an enchantment!) and an entity spawner that allows you to customize literally everything you could ever need to customize. What mobs are riding, their health, enchantments on gear and custom gear for that matter, the ability to save custom EVERYTHING (Got one specific spawner setup you want to place several of? Save it as a template! Got a gear you want multiple of? Save it as an item favorite!) and all sorts of other features.

Thank you so very much! That sounds absolutely wonderful.

It's for 1.7 so I can either wait for 1.8 or try to make spawners in a 1.7 world and paste them into a 1.8 world. I don't know how well that will work but it's worth a try.

Thank you again!

EDIT: It runs out of memory every time I try to use it. Oh well. I can wait for 1.8 version; I'm waiting on a bunch of other mods anyway.

BUG REPORT.
MetalGreymon still die right after they spawn. Can this be fixed?
Right clicking wild Digimon crashed my game. So far I have only tested this on in-training digimon.
Ballistamon drop 1-2 dirt.
Virus types try to kill me when I'm in creative mode.
DemiVeemon wants to kill me. WHY?! I CREATED YOU, DEMIVEEMON! WHY?!?!?!?
Dorimon also wants to kill me. Isn't Dorimon a vaccine or something?
Shoutmon hate trees. I saw one run into one, turn around, walk away, then run into the tree again. Over and over. Just the one did this.
Improvement on the nickname saving. Instead of deleting the name when you click on the digimon's tab in the Xros Loader, it sets it back to default.
It seems like tamed digimon won't attack every digimon- my MetalGreymon guards would only save me from Agumon, and the Agumon wasn't even hostile! Yet take BlackAgumon, who is hostile, and I get no response!

OMG DemiVeemon is SO CUTE!!! I love the edits you made to him!

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday hell on Minecraft,
Happy birthday to you!

Yes....one year of Super Hostile. Now I will go die in a fire.*

*Um, in Minecraft. Not in real life.

Yeah, all the stuff is broken. Urg.

This is a mod that allows you to hatch previously useless dragon eggs. Once fostered and tamed, they'll be your faithful companion in all situations and, of course, can be used for a ride!


Screenshots

Some images of a tour through the sky:



Here's an image of two dragons on ground, one of them saddled:



They can also hover midair and look at you:




For less annoyance, dragons can be told to sit like cats and wolves by using a bone on them:



Changelog

r46:

• Fixed a NullPointerException in EntityAIDragonCatchOwner.

r45:

• Dragons will fly together with their owners that glide with Elytras.
• Forest dragon now produce green grass again and improved performance of the footstep algorithm.

(Older versions:)

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Note: this mod is still in beta stage and has known and unknown bugs. I'm not responsible for the possible loss of dragon eggs due to bugs. Test this mod with care!

• Dragon Mounts r46 for Minecraft 1.10.2
• Dragon Mounts r46 for Minecraft 1.9.4
• Dragon Mounts r46 for Minecraft 1.9
• Dragon Mounts r44 for Minecraft 1.8.9
• Dragon Mounts r43 for Minecraft 1.8
• Dragon Mounts r41 for Minecraft 1.7.10
• Dragon Mounts r40 for Minecraft 1.7.2

GitHub repository: https://github.com/ata4/dragon-mounts

Feel free to use the source code for your own dragon mods! And please let me know about any forks of this mod you want to publish!

Note: you may distribute this mod on mod databases on your own under these conditions:

• State clearly that I made this mod. Don't play role games pretending you're me.
• Please link back to this thread.
• Use the adf.ly links if possible. (URL prefix: http://adf.ly/1327464/)
• Don't modify the package using .exe installers, it's really bad practice for security reasons.

Download and installation notes:

• Installation of Forge is required to run this mod.
• Move the Zip/Jar file in the "mods" directory inside your .minecraft directory.
• Don't forget to remove the old installation when updating!

Quick guide

• To hatch a dragon egg, you'll need to find a good place for it first. If you found one, place the egg block and simply right click it. The egg will then start to hatch, which will take a while.
• Once grown up, you can tame the dragon with raw fish. It will then follow and protect you like other pets.
• You can command tamed dragons to lay down or stand up with the bone item.
• To ride a tamed dragon, use a saddle on it, then right click it without holding an action item.
• To heal injured dragons, feed it with raw fish, chicken, beef or porkchop (four hearts) or with rotten flesh (two hearts).
• You can control the dragon with the Carrot On A Stick while riding it.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Is there going to be dragon armor? And when?
A: I don't know yet for sure. It heavily depends on the reusability of the inventory code of the horses, which is quite bad in the moment. It may improve in the future, though.

Q: Dragons need to breathe fire! When are they going to do that?
A: That could happen within the next few releases.

Q: How do I get dragon eggs other than from boss fights:
A: You can enable chest spawning in the DragonMounts.cfg file. Open it with a text editor and change "B:eggsInChests=false" to "B:eggsInChests=true". Or, if cheats are enabled, you can also simply
enter the chat command "/give dragon_egg".

Q: I tamed a dragon in singleplayer, but when I now try to interact with it, it says "This dragon doesn't follow your commands".
A: This could be an unresolved bug. As a workaround, you can use the chat command "/dragon tame" to reclaim the dragon.

Q: I'm a huge fan of ! Can you add for me?
A: This mod is supposed to be fandom-neutral so it's suitable for everyone. This also ensures consistency with Minecraft's look-and-feel. Therefore, I can't fulfill these special requests, sorry.
However, there are some WIP projects that may use the source code of this mod as a base for a fandom-based mod. Here are some examples:

• How To Train Your Dragon
• Inheritance Cycle / Shur'tugal

Special thanks

• Venomari245 - Forest dragon textures
• simocarina - Ice dragon texture
• Alexxx999 - Nether dragon texture and suggestions
• Gon009 - Testing and feedback
• Thaliviel - Testing, ideas and coding help
• Wulf_Oman - Ghost and Aether dragon textures
• leoslake9 - Fire dragon texture updates
• TheGreyGhost - Port of the code to 1.8
• TheOnlySilverClaw - Code improvements
• BrisingrAerowing - Port of the code to 1.10.2

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Part 4:




Swoop.
It sounded like air. But it was more of a quick, rushing air played backwards. I woke up instantly, startled by the sound in the midst of the silence within my new shelter.
I looked around but nothing was there. A second later, I looked up as something tiny slowly drifted down through the air, landing upon my nose. I pinched it with my thumb and index finger, examining it closely. It resembled the shape and pattern of a snowflake. However, it was purple. How could a purple snowflake exist? What is this?
The snowflake seemed otherworldly. It crumbled to dust a minute later. But I wasn’t too surprised. Even the unthinkable has happened already. Zombies. Sudden attackers. Being the last unlucky fellow left in the team. And now, purple snowflakes? Well, at this point it would be wise to expect the unexpected.
The sun was beaming through the holes in the door. I looked out the door, at the field and swamp in the distance, and I said to myself “Round Three.”
Out of nowhere, as I took a step, I was suddenly inflicted with a stab of sore pain. I stood there, afraid to move again. Perhaps I overworked myself yesterday and my muscles couldn’t go on. But I couldn’t take this day to rest; maybe another day. I had to look for food, and I was running low on materials.
With each aching step, I grabbed my stone axe and headed out to the swamp to cut down more trees. With some of my new planks, I crafted a little salad bowl to hold my water in. After, I returned to my spring and filled my bowl to the rim. I drank half of the water in it, and stored it back in my shelter for later.
With each joint screaming at me to stop, I sat down at the base of the sand pyramid. It looked like I would pass out. But I noticed by the position of the sun that it was in the afternoon. If I fell asleep now, I would be open to any creatures of the night. Grunting, I managed to stand up. I was about to head inside, when I suddenly hear the bleating of a sheep. I looked around, but I couldn’t see it.
I followed the sound. It turns out the sheep was hiding out by the riverbank behind the hill. There were two of them, each drinking water from the river. Slowly drawing my sword, I cautiously snuck up on them, lunged forward, and slew the sheep.
It took all of my remaining strength to bring the sheep over the hill. When I finally did, I took a large portion of their meat to cook later. I took the wool off of them as I knew it would be helpful to use for sleeping on.
Once inside the shelter, I ate the second piece of steak from yesterday, and placed a chunk of lamb in the furnace, and turned it on. I was almost out of coal, and I don’t think I would be able to cook the rest of the lamb I salvaged. I realized that a meat-only diet wouldn’t be so nutritious after a while, and that I would have to go back into the jungle at some point for more apples. The thought made me shiver.
I decided I really deserved a proper rest. So I went to the table and got my wooden planks. I put some together in a rectangular-box fashion, and then I tightly patted the wool in it, creating a basic bed. When I was done, I heaved the bed into the corner of the room. It was a good thing I stopped there, because suddenly my muscles couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped onto the bed and stayed there. The sun was down, and luckily my torch was still burning.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I hear it.
“Brrrrhh.”
There it is again. It’s a zombie. I didn’t move, listening closely. It sounded like it was outside, searching for me. I started shaking. This was the wrong time to be fighting a zombie. Not in my condition.
I began to hear its footsteps in the sand. They kept getting closer. And suddenly, there it was, staring at me through my door with its swollen eyes. I stopped moving. I stopped breathing. I didn’t even move my eyes or blink. But it was too late. It saw me. It stared me right in the eyes, and all of a sudden it started banging on my door, trying to get it open. I was gripped by terror, because I couldn’t move. I used up all my energy.
That’s when I was struck with familiarity. Not only was the zombie from our crew, but I knew him.
It was Zane.
But I knew I couldn’t open the door; it was no longer the Zane I knew. His good spirit was gone. Even if he did make it through that door, I don’t think I could bring myself to kill him. I was lucky to have made the door as sturdy as it was.
Suddenly, I hear an object fly through the air. Zane stopped hitting the door. I looked at him to see why he stopped. Then I see it; an arrow had pierced through his head. Zane went limp and dropped to the ground with a thud. I was in shock. Who could’ve done that?
Then I see something walk up to Zane beside my door. I wasn’t sure if I could believe what I was seeing, but it was a skeleton. The skeleton was holding a bow in its hands. It reached down and grabbed Zane by the back of the shirt, and dragged him away.
I was baffled. I didn’t know how to react. There’s just too much chaos unfolding before me.
The next morning came rather quickly after the incident. When I managed to stand up, I was surprised that my bones didn’t ache even more than yesterday. I suppose I killed the right sheep for this bed. It was a very soft one indeed.
I decided that I had enough energy to return to the cave and mine for coal. I put the necessary items in my backpack- my pickaxe, my torches, and my cooked lamb- and stored everything else in the chest. I figured it wouldn’t be the best idea to bring my bowl of water as it could spill easily. So to refresh, I drank the rest of the water.
I looked at my sword and noticed how beaten-up it’s gotten. I didn’t want it to break at the wrong time, so I thought ahead and forged a stone sword to last longer. Now that I thought about it, I wouldn’t want my pickaxe to break either, so I made a second one.
Now that I was completely prepared, I stepped out the door and closed it behind me. I cringed at the dents and scratch marks there was on it from last night. There were even a few drops of blood where the arrow had been. I really wished Zane hadn’t been zombified by whatever caused it.
Turning my back to the battered door, I set off for the swamp. I was there in no time, and I stopped at the entrance to the cave. The sun was in the mid-morning position, meaning I had plenty of time to explore the cave. Without another thought, I entered the cave and began looking for coal. I found some rather quickly, in the same place I found some last time.
As I ventured deeper into the cave, it began to get dark. So I lit one of my torches, revealing a much longer path than I expected. I set the torch down by a wall as I mined up some more coal. Next to the patch of coal, I noticed a few shining silver objects buried within the rocks. I mined the strange rocks, but there was still a hefty amount of normal stone covering it. I tapped my finger on the silver object, making an echoing ding. I didn’t know what to think at first, but I figured I must have hit some iron ore. I stored the pieces in my backpack along with the coal.
Suddenly, I hear a faint hiss. There was something in the cave. My eyes shot to the left, and in the darkness beyond my torch’s reach was a large bundle of red eyes. Instinctively, I whipped my sword from the backpack and held it in front of me to warn the monster. The thing crawled into the light and revealed itself; it was a spider, the largest spider I’ve ever seen. It resembled a tarantula, only it was twice as wide as my height. Showing no fear, I stayed my ground. The spider hissed again and jumped at me full force. I blocked its jump and shoved it back, swinging my sword at it. I cut it in the shoulder, which only seemed to make it angrier. It lunged again, but this time I darted my sword through the air, stabbing it in the abdomen while it was in midair. It hissed one more time, then it fell motionless. I shook it off my sword, now stained with spider blood.
I finished mining up the coal and iron ore in the area until my first pickaxe broke. Then I went in deeper and found more coal and iron. There was a large amount of iron in this area, probably enough to last me a week. When my pickaxe showed signs of breaking, I turned around and headed back, bringing my torch with me. I noticed that the spider’s body had decomposed rather quickly, leaving behind a bundle of its web string. I figured it would be a good idea to take it in case I want to make something like a fishing rod for when I go to the swamp again.
I left the cave soon after. To my shock, it was night time. Careful not to take a wrong step, I tiptoed to the field, checking for any monsters. I heard a zombie grumble behind me. Without another thought, I spun around and stabbed it through the heart. When it dropped down, I kept sneaking back to the shelter. I looked around the tree, seeing if the coast was clear. I saw the door about twenty meters away. I was just about to take a step forward when I stop abruptly. There’s something over there. It was tall. As I looked on, the thing turned around.
Oh my gosh.
It’s those eyes.
I’m filled with fear instantly. I had seen what these things can do. And I wasn’t going to be its next victim. This thing was probably three feet taller than me, and seeing it stand still, it had pitch-black skin. Perhaps it was made of shadows themselves. As I studied it more, I see a few little particles surrounding it.
Purple snowflakes.
My pupils shrink. That thing can disappear at will. I start putting the pieces together. A purple snowflake landed on me this morning. That must mean it teleported away when I woke up, which is what made that swooping sound.
Rage suddenly replaces my fear. That thing was watching me while I was sleeping. For what reason, I didn’t know. It was likely waiting for me to return. I patiently waited until it turned its back. When it finally did, I sprinted at it and flung myself into the air with my sword drawn. I successfully hit it in the back as I heard it say “Ooph!” in a strange blurred voice. In that instant, I heard the swooping sound as it teleported away. I turned around quickly as I see the thing staring at me from the edge of the swamp. Suddenly it teleported again, this time right in front of me. Before I had time to react, it shoved me with immense strength into the wall of my shelter. I knew I couldn’t go inside, as it could follow me in there. Again it warped away, this time much farther. I braced my sword as it started running towards me, teleporting side to side while it was running, almost ninja-style. I swung at just the right time, but it teleported again a millisecond before I could connect my attack.
I started to get dizzy trying to keep track of its movements. Just then I was rammed into the wall again, feeling an intense pain in my shoulder blade.
The shadow teleports a few feet away and starts making its way toward me again. That’s when I realized the terrible mistake I just made. All twenty of us were no match for four of these. But one against one? I knew right then and there that I was going to be killed.
“Barold. That’s enough.”
The shadow stopped moving at the sound of those words. I remained sitting against the wall, unable to grasp what I just heard. I knew that voice. The shadow stared at me without blinking.
I hear a strong wind as a flurry of purple snowflakes and black wind suddenly spirals around near the shadow. The snowflakes stop spinning and most of them disappear. There was a person standing in the middle of what used to be the small tornado.
I gasped. It’s Amnesha. And she’s still alive.
But something didn’t look quite right. She seemed to be wearing a silver crown made of purple stone, and she was in a black sinister cloak.
Amnesha stared at me and said “You’re a tough one, aren’t you? To challenge an Enderman head-on? You fool.”
“What?” I asked, trying to ignore my back pain. “That’s what those things are? How are you still alive?”
“Foolish human,” she said. “You and your kind really thought you could just walk into this land and take it as your own? To help your dying species?”
“What are you talking about, Amnesha?” I asked, pretending I didn’t just see her teleport out of thin air.
“This is my territory,” Amnesha began. “And my people claim it. I’m not going to let anyone wander into my land. I foresaw you humans coming to this world many years before, so that’s how I managed to get into your little expedition. I had my Endermen ambush the group while I turn the rest into zombies. You, however… you were immune to that spell. You are something else.”
“Something else?” I asked, confused.
“From what I see, you’re a semipure. One that strives to be the best. You don’t give up easily, as I can see you built up quite an egg nest here.”
“You didn’t have to kill us. We could’ve talked things out.”
“That wouldn’t be necessary. Could you imagine you filthy humans living alongside Endermen in my empire? It would be chaos. Plus, they hate being looked at. All in all, I want to keep this place untouched by filthy hands like yours.” Now, she did have a point. My hands weren’t looking so nice.
Amnesha took a step closer. I knew something wasn’t right. Half her face seemed to be made out of the same skin as those shadow people. On that half, her eye was purple with no pupil; just plain purple that shimmered like the shadow’s eyes. What also alarmed me was that she had one leg and a tentacle, instead of just a pair of legs.
“I’m going to let you live,” she continued, “but only for my amusement. I love to see little humans struggling to survive. I’ll have my eye on you, so don’t try anything funny.” That’s when I noticed her razor-sharp teeth.
She stepped back, and told the shadow “Barold, return to the End at once.”
“Yes, my queen.” The shadow vanished instantly with no other sign of him besides a few snowflakes.
Amnesha turned to me again. “Human, until the day you die, I’ll be watching you. Have fun.” And with that, she giggled quite evilly as she surrounded herself in snowflakes and black wind, and disappeared.
I sat there, unable to comprehend what just happened. Immediately, I got up without another thought and headed inside. I sat my bag on the floor and deposited some coal into the furnace and inserted my chunks of iron ore, trying to melt off the stone around it.
I took a seat on the bed while I waited for the iron to cook. So these shadows… Endermen, if I heard correctly… they’re Amnesha’s people. It’s as if she’s the ruler of a society, in a totally different world. So, all this time she was only setting us up, to backstab us when we least expect it? It didn’t make a lot of sense, but what did was that she just wanted to protect her world from outsiders.
I hear the furnace’s sizzling sound stop, and I knew the iron was done. I peeked inside the furnace with great surprise. I took out the silvery objects, which were now full refined bars of iron ingots. I could make some great stuff with this, I thought. There was still some coal left, so I didn’t bother inserting more. Instead, I cooked the other half of the chunk of lamb while I ate the first. When it was done, I put it into my backpack and went to the table. With three of my new iron ingots, I managed to craft a sharp and efficient iron pickaxe. This won’t be breaking for a long time.
Imagine what other resources I could mine with this. And imagine what I could make of those new materials. In anticipation, I crafted an iron helmet, chest plate, leggings, and boots to prepare me for monsters. Subconsciously, I knew the helicopters were supposed to pick us up today. But I figured Amnesha took the tracking device and either destroyed it, or took it into her world… the End, if I recall.
Well, time to go find this End.
If Amnesha really is the ruler of this world, she’s probably been doing this for centuries. Time after time, killing people who wander into this land or watching them starve. It’s like a giant game. And I’m not going to become another statistic.
I’m not going to fail.
I said clearly, knowing she was probably watching me, “Okay, Amnesha. Game on! If it’s amusement you want, it’s amusement you’ll get!”



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Thumbs up for plot twists and TobyGames!

Thanks for the feedback. I'm trying not to post too rapidly since I just joined, but currently I have up to twelve parts. I have the entire story in my head, though not finished.

Part 3:




That night felt long and short at the same time. After killing one of my crewmates who no longer had a mind, I laid my stomach over my table. A minute later, it was daytime, so I must have fallen asleep on the table. I was growing hungry and I was out of energy. I was a complete mess. My hands looked dirty and encrusted in blood, both from me and that zombie. My shoes were soaked by the marsh water. My clothes were drenched in sweat and blood, and my face was still throbbing from coming into contact with that tree. As this point, it didn’t look like I would go far.
With the sun risen, I only have a matter of time before it’s night again, and who knows what other devilish creature could attack me next. I barely fit the furnace into my backpack, and managed to squeeze in my tools, planks and sticks as well. I carried the table in one arm and my sword in the other.
Out in the distance, I see the wide landscape of a desert. To the right of it was a river, streaming between the desert and the rainforest from which I had come. Normally, I wouldn’t walk into a desert in this condition, but I noticed a large hill made of sand sitting in front of the river with the jungle behind it. I thought that it would be a good place to set up a shelter, so I began trudging my way there. As I entered the field of sand in front of the pyramid-shaped hill, I noticed a spring of clean water about ten meters away. Gratefully, I set my bag, table, and sword down by the bank and reached my hand into the water. I always had a sharp eye for clean water, and this was by far the purest I’ve ever seen. I drank a handful, feeling a relieving chill going down my ribs as I drank it. Since I knew I would be staying here for a while, I took off my shirt and bathed in the water. It probably wasn’t a good idea bathing with all the dirt on me, but there was a small hole on the bottom of the pond, where I figured there was an aquifer. I took my chances and kept drinking the water, even though I saw the barely noticeable mixture of blood in the water.
Once I felt refreshed, I sundried and put my shirt back on, when I noticed I would have to wash it soon. I took out my wooden pickaxe to begin digging a large hole in the hill. The sand was easy to remove, making a hole large enough to fit me, but it was nothing close to a shelter. I created a narrow opening about my height and width, and eventually I hit a wall of stone. At that point, I thought of making a room of sorts, like a wide square inside the hill. However, I had only gotten through a small portion of stone when my pickaxe suddenly broke. Discarding the pieces, I went back to my bag and fished my stone pickaxe. Immediately I continued digging. In no time I created a room about five meters in length and width, but the height was barely at my level, so I dug up a little bit to increase the height of the room. It wasn’t pretty, seeing as the interior’s walls were made of stone, dirt, and sandstone. I brought the table into my newly-carved room and set it down. I also brought in the rest of my tools and materials. Noticing that I had a large amount of cobblestone and sand after digging this room, I needed to have more space. I grabbed some wooden planks and built a chest to hold my spare items.
With some daylight left to kill, I ventured out with my sword and pickaxe, and began to look around for anything I could use for resources. I headed back into the swamp and continued walking until I reached the cave I found the previous night. There was a fair amount of sunlight reaching into it, so I stepped inside and began to look around. I knew that there could be something lurking in here like the zombie I fought, but I had to take risks to survive. I eventually reached a part of the cave where the sunlight was dimming, but I looked at the wall to the left of me to find something inside the stone. It looked like black rocks, but I couldn’t be sure. I dug it out, and to my surprise, it was a chunk of coal. There was plenty more inside the wall, and I dug out all of it. I ended up with five pieces of coal. I wondered what I could use it for, and that’s when I remembered the furnace. I could use the coal as a power supply and cook the meat. I caught myself drooling, thinking of a juicy steak in my teeth.
I rushed out of the cave and returned to my little hideout. I pulled the furnace out of my backpack and set it on the floor. I dug a tiny room with a wide shelf to fit it in. I placed the furnace in the tiny opening and jammed it between the makeshift shelf and the low ceiling I dug the room out of. I decided this new expansion would be the furnace room.
I stuffed the two chunks of meat I could salvage from the cow into the furnace, and at the bottom of it, I placed a piece of coal. I struck the coal piece into a specific part of the furnace, and instantly it fired up. I quickly dropped the coal into the furnace and jerked my hand back to avoid getting burned. I could barely wait, but in time the fire inside the stove stopped burning and the coal was nothing but dust. I carefully removed the chunks of meat, and my eyes widened. I had successfully cooked the meat.
Licking my lips, I took a bite out of one, tasting a flavorful explosion. I had always loved steak, but I couldn’t imagine making it to save my life. Now, I got to work on setting my axe, planks, sand, and stone into the chest I constructed.
I looked out the opening and noticed the sun was going down. I was almost struck by panic as both the zombie and the dark figures emerged from my head. I took out all of my remaining planks and got to work on making a door out of them on the table. After I cut a few holes in them for a window, I used the spare parts for making the hinges. When I was done, I forced the hinges into the side of the opening at the entrance. Now I felt much safer.
But something was missing. As it was getting darker, I realized it would be impossible to see in here. I tried to think of a solution to this problem. I needed to work with what I had… Well, I could use the coal to fire up the furnace, but that would be wasteful. I looked at the sticks lying on the floor. I had five of them. Suddenly, the light bulb in my head flickered as it sparked an idea. I grabbed four of the sticks, and broke them into smaller sections. Then I grazed a piece of coal over the top of each stick, suddenly sparking a small flame on it. Smiling at my brilliant idea, I placed the torches by the wall opposite the furnace room. I burnt out all but one so I could save the rest for later. One torch gave off enough light to allow me to see the whole room.
Now, I have never felt more grateful to be safe. I could finally relax. I happily lied down on the rocky floor and fell asleep. Perhaps I actually will make it out alive.

I suppose I could just post Part 2 while I'm at it.


Part 2:




The birds commenced chirping, slowly shaking me to consciousness. I was still on the ground, exhausted. I could barely move, so I just stared at a few blades of grass. That’s when the thought hit me. We were attacked. By what, I didn’t know. Whatever those things were, I didn’t want to run into them again. I forced myself to sit up, and I wiped the dirt and dry blood from my face. I scanned the area, hoping the crew was safe. What I saw shocked me. There were stains of blood all over the grass, bushes, and tree bark. One tree had a small splatter of blood, and I’m sure it was mine.
I stood up to investigate further. I almost fainted from the sight of a bone that caught my eye. Surely, it belonged to one of us, as there were flies covering a third of it, meaning it was fresh.
I began limping across the tall grass, looking for any signs that the crew was still alive. It was like a hidden path; a blood stain here, a broken bush there. But eventually, it all stopped, leading to nothing. I reached into my pocket, and I realized the attacker made my pistol fly out of my hand when I hit the tree. All of my gear was gone. Just my clothes and my bare hands. How I would ever survive out here was mission impossible.
I’ve seen many old television shows about people being lost in the woods. From what I remember, they had some sort of gear or tools. I had nothing. Angered, I threw my fist into a tree. Suddenly, I hear a plopping sound, and the place I hit the tree at flew to the ground. I stared at the piece of wood. Then I picked it up. This must have been one of the new species of trees we charted earlier, as no tree back home was ever that sensitive.
I tried to bend the piece of wood. Frankly, it was very bendable, so I took the time to carve it into a stack of wooden planks. Somehow, I think making something at least would serve some purpose.
I trekked through the jungle tiredly, but I knew I couldn’t just give up and die. I had to survive until the end of the week, when the helicopters would come to get us. But, a crewmate had a device that showed the helicopters where we were. Wherever it is, I can only hope I see the helicopters in three days.
I continued punching down trees, even hitting them with my planks as my knuckles began to bleed. It wasn’t long before I was exhausted yet again. I sat on a fallen log and I held my massive stack of planks. I dropped some of them. With this amount of bendable wood, who knows what I could make? I noticed several cuts and splinters tearing up my shaking hands, but only now did I feel the sharp pain in them. I couldn’t do this with only my hands, so I put them to work one last time. I put several planks together and constructed a table. Now I had something to rest my materials on.
Above my head was a low-lying tree branch, holding out a red delicious apple. I carefully plucked the apple from the stem, and checked it for any parasites. After staring at its red glow, I bit into it. My mouth was filled with the apple’s taste. I munched on the apple to its core and tossed it aside. Feeling relieved, I began construction once more. I tore up some of the planks evenly and made sticks. Sticks are very important for making the hilt of a tool.
When I heard a rustle in the bushes behind me, I spun around. To my relief, it was only the leopard that Amnesha was holding yesterday. I motioned it to come closer and that I meant no harm, but the leopard only stared at me with its green eyes and scurried away after.
I think the cat was trying to warn me. Perhaps there were other creatures in this forest I hadn’t seen yet, many of which could be dangerous. The thought got me working on another project. I sharpened two of the planks and molded them with a thick stick. I had made myself a wooden sword.
I made the table to be both light and sturdy, making it easy for me to carry. I picked it up in one arm and held my planks and sword in the other.
Suddenly, I felt the ground sink slightly below me, and my shoe filled with water. I looked up and realized that I had just stepped foot into a swamp. Believe it or not, the swamp was much less humid than the jungle. When I walked, my shoes made a squishing sound. As I went to go look around, I noticed a cow trotting around feeding on the marshland grass. It mooed. As much as I hated it, I realized that I had to kill it later for food and hide. I was still hungry after eating the apple, so I eventually brought myself to slay the cow with my sword. I dragged it to another fallen log, sat down, and skinned it. I would have no room in my hands if I had gotten the meat from it. I held the hide to the table and weaved a large backpack with multiple pockets. I used up the entire hide, so the backpack was nearly as big as I was. I stored the planks, sticks and the freshly-cut meat in it. That’s when I realized that I would have to cook the meat to avoid getting sick.
I sat down by the table again, and got out my planks and sticks. I sharpened three planks and attached them to two sticks. I had just made a wooden pickaxe. I walked over to a chunk of stone and began chipping away at it, collecting each block that fell from it. Although this stone was still extremely rough, I could just barely bend it. I held one plank and used it for carving the stone. Then, I set the stone on the table and sharpened them, creating a stone pickaxe. I attempted to create some sort of furnace, placing cobblestone in a box-shape, and adding a few bars to an opening on the front. Yes, that looks like a good stove. But, it would be impossible to make it work unless I supplied power to it.
The shining glow of the sun washed over me as I realized it was sunset. The image of the attackers came to mind again, and immediately I searched for a place where I could spend the night. But the swamp was almost barren. There weren’t many trees and most of the land was simply empty. I couldn’t bring myself to reenter that jungle, not after what had happened. I pulled the sword out from behind the log I sat on and held it close. The sun disappeared behind the horizon almost instantly.
I wandered the swamp for about half an hour, searching for anywhere that I could call a temporary shelter. I stopped as I looked down in front of me. There was a gaping hole in the ground, leading to an underground cave. I wanted to go inside, but it was far too dark.
I almost considered making a house out of the wooden planks, but I realized they wouldn’t make much as I didn’t have a sufficient amount. Plus, a house was far too big to make on the table and my hands were swollen and still bleeding. So I set the table down and created a stone axe to chop down trees more sufficiently. I walked over to a tree and tested out my new axe. It worked quite nicely, getting the pieces of wood down without much effort.
I had just finished crafting the wood into planks when I suddenly heard a groan. It seemed like it was human-like, but something didn’t sound right. It was low-pitched. I looked around, hoping it was a crewmember.
“Brrrrhh.”
That’s when the human walked out from inside the cave. I almost went to greet him in relief, but the instant I saw his face, I was taken aback. His face was green and his eyes were narrow, but he was wearing the outfit one of the crewmembers had worn the day earlier. But he looked extremely sick and diseased, almost as if he had been… zombified. His arms were raised up and pointing at me as he walked.
The human made a gargling sound. I wasn’t sure what to do. At that moment, the human pushed me into the table and attempted to beat me into a pulp. I shoved him away with a yell and reached for my sword. I tightened my fingers around the hilt and swung it at the zombie. I landed a gash in his chest but he didn’t seem to feel pain. He kept walking towards me. I jabbed the sword into his shoulder and wrecked his joints, but he still kept trying to get to me. In a mixture of fear and anger, I kicked him in the stomach and sliced his torso in half. Finally, he stopped moving as both parts of him dropped dead onto the now bloody ground.
Whatever had happened to the crew was a mystery to me. Seeing one of my teammates as a serious real zombie made me wonder if this happened to the others as well. Why it didn’t affect me, I had no idea.
Truth of the matter is, there’s no hope left for the rest of the crew. Not in a place like this.
I’m on my own now.

(Yeah, I know, it's an unoriginal name. I'm making a little story about Minecraft, as you can see. My friend said that it's a complete masterpiece and that I should share it with the world. So I took her advice and decided to post it here. Well... here you go. Enjoy. I think I'm going to post the chapters in separate posts since they're quite long.)



Part 1:



It was only a few days after the expedition began when it happened.
I was sent on a mission with a team of brave explorers. There were twenty of us total. Our purpose for the mission was to find an uncharted land for the ever-growing population of the world. Our society was overpopulated, polluted, and crowded at every corner. Smog was taking over. Everyone’s blood pressure ran at an all-time high. Finally, the governments of the countries each sent a skilled explorer to team up for an expedition to find a new place for people to live.
We were sent to the beginning of a previously unknown jungle by helicopter. Our job was to chart all the different organisms, and measure an estimate on the amount of land there was on it. After we were left alone at the edge of the jungle, we trekked as deep as we could until night time, then we set up camp. The next morning, we packed up and continued, only walking during the day.
The jungle was hot. At some points, steamier than a foggy shower. Every hour the crickets would chirp. We had to stop at certain points to keep track of the plants and animal species living inside the rainforest. We had to hike through mountainous regions in the forest; at the bottom of the valleys was a pond or two, followed by a river heading downhill.
It felt like a long time, but although it had been a couple of days, we knew we had gone far into the jungle. It was like another world, because we had not experienced such hilly rainforests in our years of exploring. Plus, there had been a number of plants that not even the scientists of the group were able to identify.
One morning, about a week and a half after our start, I stood outside my tent, suddenly noticing a chill in the air. But immediately after, the hot moist air returned. Was it some kind of forewarn?
There was a light fog out in the distance all around the temporary camp. My new friend Zane, who I met at the start of the trip, walked up to me as the grass crinkled under his heavy boots. “Only four days to go,” he said. “Then the helicopters are gonna track us and our progress.”
“Imagine that,” I replied. “We’ll be so famous for helping mankind. I almost feel bad we’ll be invading this peaceful place, though.”
“Don’t worry, man,” said Zane. “We’re risking our lives out here in uncharted territory. If we can convince the government, they just might try to cause as little deforestation as possible.”
I nodded. Before I could say something else, we heard a rustle in the dense trees. As we looked in the direction the sound came from, another crewmate stepped out of the brush. It was Amnesha. She was one of the explorers from the new eighth continent, Oceania. To be more specific, the Marshall Islands. It is the least populated continent as it is mainly composed of islands. But it is still overpopulated for a few measly islands.
What caught our eye was that she was holding a large cat. It looked out of the ordinary. “Whoa,” I said. “That’s a spotted leopard, isn’t it? I thought they were extinct!” Zane didn’t know what to say.
Amnesha rolled her eyes. “That’s not a leopard,” she said, stroking the cat’s fur. “Its eyes are wider. Its tail is curved differently.”
“How can you be sure?” Zane asked. “What if they evolved in this secluded forest? Untouched by modern day?”
Amnesha whispered something in the cat’s ear, and set it down as she watched it scurry off into the bushes. She evened out her blond hair, and said “You’ll never know. You could be right. But so could I.” She proceeded to dismantle her tent as the day had begun and we needed to keep moving. Now that I thought about it, we needed to pack up as well.
In the next hour, our humidity detectors ran extremely high. Although barely any sun reached the floor and it was foggy, our clothes were soaked from humidity alone.
“They say that the government chose each person according to their attributes. What’s yours, Zane?” I asked some time later.
“Endurance,” said Zane. “I could run a mile and just shrug it off. You?”
“Me? Well, I never give up. When I get the motivation for something, I don’t stop until I’m dead.”
“Vladimir of Russia is quite witty, and he’s an expert with tools. He’s one of the scientists for a reason.”
I looked over my shoulder and noticed Amnesha had barely even broken a sweat. Zane knew what I was wondering, so I guessed “environmental resistance?” He smirked and nodded.
It was nightfall before we knew it. The fog wasn’t helping in the least bit, and not even our strongest flashlights broke the fog by any significant amount. Although it was night and the moisture in the air was dense, I suddenly got the chill down my spine. Only this time it was stronger. I looked over and asked “Zane, do you feel cold?”
Zane made a face and said “No… why?”
As I looked across him, I suddenly see a pair of piercing, unblinking eyes. My heart stopped. I will never forget that image, an image of purple eyes that shimmered in the darkness. I gasped and pointed to the direction I saw the pair of eyes. Zane pointed his flashlight in a quick reflex. But suddenly, it was gone. It had just disappeared. “What is it?” Zane asked.
“I saw something,” I said, shuttering.
It was barely a second later that a black haze swiftly knocked Zane off his feet. Immediately, I pull out my pistol and fire at it, but as soon as I did, the thing vanished. At that moment, I felt myself being thrown into a tree. Everyone else had a look of panic as they desperately searched for the thing. Feeling blood on my face, I tried to help Zane up, only to be knocked down again. In that instance, I noticed more… two, three, four dark figures, ambushing our group. They kept disappearing and reappearing, striking each person in the head or the back. Each strike, I heard the sound of a cracking bone. That’s when I felt the swollen bump on my head. My vision began to blacken. The last thing I heard was the echo of my crew’s screams.
The last thing I saw?
Those eyes.


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How was that? Let me know what you think.

I'm guessing you'll be using a permanent possession spell on Steve?