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Minecraft story
By: arrogate2 Date: February 19, 2013, 10:49 pm
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[center]Diary of a Creeper[/center]
[center]Prelude...[/center]
I was bumbling along one day, looking for my house, and I fell
in a pit. I thought it was a dungeon, but things seemed a bit
too orderly. I wondered around in what seemed to be an abandoned
town, until I came across a chest. however, all the chest
contained were some old dusty books. What was in these books,
however, was a treasure of it's own. Join me, if you will, and
read the diary of a creeper...
[center]Day 1[/center]
I was born. Well, I think that's what happened to me. I was just
sort of...there one second. I don't know what came before, but
should I care? I don't know. Whatever happened, here I was in
this dark world. I was confused – who was I? Where was I? Why
was I? Dare I think of the answers to these questions? There was
an urge in my body, a ticking I needed to satisfy. This was
annoying, agitating, always in the back of my mind – the hunger
to end the ticking.
I felt an idiot standing there doing nothing, but I couldn't
think of anything to do in this scary new world. I eventually
decided to start wandering, just wandering around.
I began to look for shelter. It's all I could think of. And here
I learned my first little piece of information about this world
I had come to be in - it is expansive. Land and sea extend
beyond the eye's reach, and huge mountains stand tall above the
extremely uneven world.
Life was all around me. Trees. Cows. Chickens. Pigs. All kinds,
making noises and minding their own business. In the hopes to
gain some directions, or to just have someone to talk to, I
approached a few animals. For some reason, they all avoided me.
This upset me deeply, and I figured that someone who looked like
me would have no problem speaking to me. I went searching for my
reflection, and found a pool nearby.
According to my reflection in the waters of this world, I am
tall, green and slim. My 4 legs are very small, and make no
noise when they hit the ground. I have no arms or other
appendages to speak of. My head looks too big for my body, and
my face is a twisted mess of emotion that speaks nothing but
woe. No wonder people avoided me, eh? I’m sure my kind will
help.
The moment I saw myself I decided on a name: creeper. It's
perfect! I make no noise; I move quickly, I blend with the grass
around me. I creep, so I am Creeper. Finally knowing myself
pleased me greatly, and put a spring in my step.
It was then that I noticed a new kind of movement out of the
corner of my eye. This was something I had not seen before; more
focussed than an animal - this creature had purpose. I moved
closer. I was curious. It had not seen me yet. Upon closer
inspection, I observed that this creature had a body similar to
my own. However, it had long legs, and only two of them. It also
had arms. With these arms it held tools, it dug into the earth.
Behind the creature was a tall structure make of stone. I envied
the strange being. It could use tools, it had abilities I
lacked. I wanted to be it so badly. I moved closer in the hope
that it would be willing to communicate.
The closer I got, the stronger the ticking became in my mind,
eventually blanking out all thought. The creature noticed my
presence and started running away. I was upset, and I wanted to
explain that I was not going to harm it. It got a sharp tool of
some kind, and struck me with it, backing off quickly. I
pursued, hoping to calm it down.
It backed into a wall, confused and lost in the darkness. When I
finally got close enough to talk, all I could say was "SSSS". My
head grew hot and uncomfortable, as if it was swelling to an
inordinate size. A feeling of horrifying satisfaction filled my
mind as I felt the ticking end, and the last thing I heard was
the creature’s yelp.
[center]Day 2[/center]
“Oh great. The ticking’s back.”
These were my first thoughts as I stood alone in the field,
confused. I was once again in a dark plain, moon above, grass
below. Was this the same world? What had happened to me? What
exactly was that creature that was so scared of me? Most
importantly – what happened? I remembered a hot feeling in my
head and a great sense of warmth all over my body. I remembered
the expression of fear on the creature’s face as the ticking
stopped.
As soon as the ticking stopped, I was in the field, asking
myself these questions. I had no idea what was going on, but I
rolled with it. I did was I was doing before my run-in with the
creature – I looked for people like me. Unfortunately, it seems
we either fit in very well with this landscape, or there are no
more of me.
The animals still avoided me, it was always dark and I was
growing quite depressed. It seemed my only option was to find
the Creature again, to see if I can negotiate a conversation out
of its seemingly violent mind – provided I was in the same
world, of course. I looked around for landmarks, recognisable
objects which would assure me I was in the same place, and allow
me easy passage to the great stone structure – and hopefully the
Creature. I saw a particular tree that I had looked twice at
before, first for its leaf-covered trunk (I thought it was
another of my kind at first glance), then for its ridiculous
size.
“Yes, I remember”, I said out loud to the darkness, “The
structure’s that way.”
I kept walking, and I eventually heard the sound of rock against
rock. The Creature was there, digging some sort of black
substance from the side of a tall cliff. I tried to be tactful.
I did not want to sneak up behind it, so I just waited in plain
sight.
It looked different, somehow. “That’s it! It’s wearing things
now....some kind of armour.” The armour was brown, and looked
comfortable – but not very protective. After some time, it
finished its work on the cliff face, and turned. It stopped dead
when it saw me, and I took this as a sign that I should make the
first move. Careful not to get too close to lose my mind like
before, I edged closer.
twang!
Something sharp flew through the air and hit me in the chest. It
hurt quite a bit. I realised I wouldn’t survive many of those.
The objects kept coming, the pain intensified. I decided it was
a good idea to move closer, to ask it to stop. The pain was
immense, however, and I couldn’t make it. As the final blow
struck me, I saw the triumphant look on the Creature’s face, and
I had one last second to wonder why it was so aggressive, and
decide to avoid it in the future.
As the world faded, my eyes brushed the top of the cliff. My
heart gave one last euphoric beat when I saw someone who looked
exactly like me standing there, watching my demise.
[center]Day 3[/center]
I was atop a mountain, looking over the edge. It was still dark.
There were still animals around me, avoiding me. But was I
depressed? No. Why? Now I knew there were others like me. More
Creepers. Death seemed only to be an obstacle in my strange
repeating life, so I decided to give up all caution in the
search for my brethren.
I needed to find them, to at least say “hi” to one.
I set off from where I had been born, and travelled far. On my
journey I stumbled across some pretty incredible sights. A tall
overhang shooting out from the top of a cliff, supported by one
straight pillar that stood firm in the ground beneath it. A
great waterfall meeting a lava cascade, creating new land. A
huge island in the sky, seemingly supported by nothing at all.
All amazing sights, but still not what I was looking for. I kept
searching, taking no breaks, never giving up hope.
After what felt like a lifetime, I finally found another one. He
stood there, in the distance, staring at me. We both began to
move towards each other. It was hard to get my legs to move
properly, and my body was shaking with anticipation.
When we met, we both reacted the same way. He seemed as shocked
as I was to find another one of us.
“Us”.
I love that word.
After spending a long time with this new friend of mine, I had
discovered that he had experienced the same amount of days as I
had, that he had been killed by the Creature as well, and that
he had seen something he called the “Sun”. He told me that if
you live long enough, you can watch it rise, brining light to
the land, but he also reported that soon after its magnificent
rising you reappear at night, the memory obscured by the mind’s
impossible reasoning. The prospect of the sun was impossible to
imagine – I had only ever known darkness. I needed to see it.
And so we both hid. We found a small cavern atop a large
mountain and instead of wandering around and risking running
into the Creature; we sat and waited for the “sunrise”.
After an age it came. The most beautiful sight I have ever laid
eyes on. Natural light flooded the plains beneath us, brought
life to the land. If I could, I would have wept with joy – I
could never have hoped to see something more incredible. I
decided now that even if I died a million times more, I would
not be unhappy, for I had seen the sunrise, just once.
This new and incredible sight, combined with the knowledge of
others like me, inspired me for a moment. I was planning
something big. It still saddens me to this day that I never had
the chance to tell my first friend my plan.
[center]Day 4[/center]
Dark again. My eyes took time to focus, to pick details out of
the night. I was faced by a cliff; grey and bland, but somehow
beautiful. I stepped back and craned my head upwards. The moon
was just cresting the arch of the mountain, and – wait – what
was that?
Fwip!
I ran. As fast as I could, I ran away from the mountain, away
from the Creature and the objects from the sky. Fear like I have
never felt flooded my body. Why was I even scared? Death meant
nothing more than a reposition, right? Well, whatever it was I
am glad of it. The instinct that made me run changed my life.
After a few minutes of running in a straight line, I was sure I
was safe. Now I focussed on my current goal, leaving the fear
and confusion it caused behind me. I thought only of finding one
more Creeper – whether it was the one I met before or not, I
needed to find one of us to make my plan work, set the gears in
motion.
It took ages, but I did eventually see one. This was a lively
Creeper, seemingly happy about everything. I had pity on him – I
was sure this was his first day, and had not realised the
torture of this world yet. Either way, he was good enough. I
told him my plan.
At first he laughed. He didn’t know what I was talking about –
to him, “Creature”, “sun” and “death” meant nothing. My heart
sank when I realised that this Creeper would be of little help
in the initial push. I did, however, see at least one use for
him.
“Find others like us, remember this place, and tell them to
gather here.”
These are the last words I spoke to this Creeper, and with that
he wandered off, muttering about how green the grass was.
And so I searched again.
And I kept searching. This vast world, this entire planet that
seemed to stretch forever, yielded no results – I could not find
another. I always made sure I was going to be able to find my
way back to the place I told the other Creeper to gather at – I
remembered landmarks, and the still-visible cliff and home of
the Creature would provide directions for miles.
I became frustrated around sunrise – so much so that I did not
stop to take note of the intrinsic beauty caused by the
incredible light. I did not want to see tonight go to waste.
I eventually decided to return to the gathering place.
My head grew dizzy when I arrived; my first sight was a group of
three Creepers, standing there, watching me approach. The happy
one was there, along with two others, confused but interested. I
glanced up at the sun, and sped my pace when I noticed that it
was nearly time.
I managed to speak only half a sentence to the others before it
was night again:
“Welcome to my Creeper Com-“
[center]Day 5[/center]
“-munity!”
I finished the word out loud to the blackness. A happiness
filled my heart. My plan had been set in motion – to build a
safe, comfortable Creeper community. Within this community, we
would perform experiments to see if we could live for longer,
perhaps removing the “reset” altogether. We would probably be
underground, as we would be less likely to run into the Creature
there. The idea of a proper community would also remove the
loneliness that comes with a Creeper’s depressing life.
There were only two problems with the Community – getting more
Creepers to join, and making sure we can all find our way there
from wherever we appear at night.
I set off in the direction of the Gathering area, thinking hard
as I travelled.
Upon arrival, I found four Creepers, eagerly waiting the person
who knew what was going on. I told them quickly of my plans to
build a safe haven for us, and to attempt to remove the
Resetting of our lives. All four cheered with joy.
We wandered around a little, as Creepers do, to find a nice cave
to start in. Not too far away was a small sheer cliff face, and
right at the bottom was a two-block hole, leading to a small
cavern big enough to hold at least fifty Creepers comfortably.
There were many landmarks, and the entrance itself was a pretty
recognisable point, so we named this the place of our dwelling –
“Creeperville”.
At the beginning, we realised, it would be slow going – we
needed to work hard and build up slowly at first so as not to
gain the Creature’s attention too early. There were many things
that needed to be sorted out – how to live, how to build (and
how we were even planning to, with no arms), basic things like
how to recognise each other.
This could all be sorted some other time, though – with only
four Creepers the community needed more. We each took mental
note of the paths we took to get here, and what the surrounding
area looked like from many angles and viewpoints.
We each then split up in different directions, and spent the
rest of the cycle (this is what we had come to call our
“segments” of life) looking for more Creepers, and spreading the
word.
As the sun hit the correct point in the sky, my body tingled
with joy at the prospect of what I had created. All was good.
[center]Day 6[/center]
I had reset in a perfect place. Tonight was going to be good, I
could tell. I was merely 6 steps from the entrance to
Creeperville.
Tonight was extremely productive in terms of Creeperville’s
development. In the interest of getting all the changes in, I
have skipped most of the light banter and small events, instead
opting to list the main events and changes. So much happened, so
little space on the page.
Tonight we made a big step forward. Twenty Creepers turned up at
Creeperville, each looking forward to taking part in this
community. We original four were announced the leaders, with
myself holding the most power (as I had formulated the idea).
The four of us were dubbed the “Elders of Creeperville” and it
was our job to plan the development, oversee the settlement and
keep it in shape. It would also be our job, if the Creature
attacked, to organise the evacuation and relocation of
Creeperville.
As an honorary item, we were each given individual names.
My name is Jonno.
Leading with me are Duffman, Applecore and Moocman.
Our first order of business was to enlist help in Creeperville.
We quickly realised that building or digging with no arms was
difficult, and while two very brave Creepers did help us expand
by forcing their ticking to end, we needed structure. We
searched for most of the night, and eventually found a kindly
zombie. This one was not like the others. He was intelligent,
and offered us his help in return for safe shelter in the
cavern. Apparently, his kind lights on fire when the sun rises,
and the pain he suffers as a result every night is unbearable.
We took him into Creeperville, and he was so grateful he built
the 3 Elders and I an office at the top of the cavern. Inside
this office, we could see everything that happened below.
Time was running short (we had the zombie dig a small skylight
so we could check the sun’s position). We would all reset soon,
and so we Elders decided to call a short meeting at the bottom
of the cavern.
Eighteen Creepers and one zombie crowded at the bottom of the
pit, and we stood above them, ready to give our announcement.
“Here after the work of the friendly zombie we have come to call
Rugby...” Applecore began.
Moocman picked up the line. “We Elders have now a space of
control over this cavern.”
Duffman stepped forward slightly and said “Work will begin
tomorrow on houses and water sources for all.”
And finally I stepped forward and shouted, triumphantly “After
careful planning and talks with Rugby, we have estimated that
the cavern will be a fully developed living environment for up
to seventy Creepers within just sixteen days!”
The cheer of the crowd was immense, and the happiness that
filled my body knowing that this was all my doing overwhelmed
me. All Creepers watched me as, for possibly the first time in
history, a Creeper began to weep.
Tears of happiness trickled from my contorted eyes, and I
thought for all the Creepers below me when the sun hit the right
position, and it all faded into another black night.
[center]To Be Continue...[/center]
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Re: Minecraft story
By: Darwin Date: February 20, 2013, 1:23 am
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TL DR
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Re: Minecraft story
By: arceus1591 Date: February 20, 2013, 7:35 am
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So long...
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Re: Minecraft story
By: arrogate2 Date: February 20, 2013, 10:15 am
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lol
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