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(This story is as historically accurate as I could make it. I used many documents and websites. However, don’t use this as study material for History class or something.)
July 2, 1863. The defense of Little Round Top and the charge of the 20th Maine that would save the left flank of the Union army.
“This is the left of the Union line. You are to hold this ground at all costs!”
You are to hold this ground at all costs.
The noise. Imagine popping popcorn, yes. Now make those pops cracks, and multiply the sound so loud it made your ears ring and your knees shake. That is the sound of musketry. The sound that every single soldier in the thin line that was the 20th Maine experienced as they held the very end of the Union fish-hook. They were stretched out as far as they could go behind a rocky stone wall that provided very little protection from the absolute destruction they were undergoing.
The air was blanketed with white smoke, so thick that some soldiers gave up aiming and just fired down the slope. Bullets whizzed past, thick as hail, a deadly reminder there was an enemy combatant through that semi-transparent wall. Men were struck with bullets left to right falling instantly (Some not so lucky and left screaming as they suffered), their comrades shaking as they struggled to get the ramrod into the barrel of their gun; shell shocked to the brink of insanity. Gunpowder stained clothes, faces, and hands black as charcoal. Bullets ricochet off of rocks and trees. Yet one man remained calm and collected. His name was Joshua Chamberlain.
His men were running out of ammunition, and he could tell. Sweat-from both stress and the heat of the gunfire-caked and ran down his face. They would have to do something… And the only thing he had in mind was dangerous. He called up Captain Ellis Spear, the acting battalion commander of the unit’s left flank. Chamberlain was in pain-his right foot pierced by a shell fragment or a stone chip. It was either from artillery or a bullet resounding off of something too close for comfort.
“Give the order to fix bayonets,” He stated firmly. His voice was solemn and he sounded close to tears of exhaustion.
“W-wha-charge?” Spear spluttered, looking at him as if he had two heads.
“Were going to fix bayonets and charge, right wheel, coming down the hill,” He croaked, making small motions with his hand as to further describe the order. He continued to explain his plan, the soldiers close enough to hear turning and listening with as much awe as Spear contained. He reached the end and paused, then turned and looked at Spear.
“Go,” He thundered.
Spear turn and ran down the line, ready to relay the orders.
Meanwhile, Chamberlain limped along the line, giving orders to align the left flank with the right.
Finally stopping, Joshua looked into the fog and took a deep breath, then shouted, “BAYONETS!”
All along the line there was metallic sliding and clinging as bayonets were pulled, being twisted onto the end of every soldiers’ musket. Some sat there in disbelief, already knowing the order that was to come after; charging meant certain death (Most likely), or certain victory. It was a 30/100 chance of pushing back the enemy, and they all knew it. Each soldier tensed up and awaited further orders. Chamberlain drew his sword.
“Right wheel,” He screamed, swinging his sword around gallantly and nodding-
He never got out the words ‘CHARGE!’ as the men already knew what was to come next and were eagerly-too eagerly-waiting. The colors started forwards, then came an avalanche of hollering blue demons.
Chamberlain ran with his men, more and more falling the closer they got to the Confederate line down the hill. When they got close enough the occasional soldier would stop; loose a shot at the enemy, then continue on hopping over felled trees and rocks and such. Sargent Tozier, fighting with the 20th Maine, encouraged the men to tighten up their ranks and keep the middle from sagging as they charged. He was the main reason they were able to drive back the Confederates during the charge.
Now imagine being a part of one of the two Alabama regiments at the bottom of the hill. Gunfire from the enemy ceases, then after a short pause, you can hear yelling and whooping and hollering-getting closer and closer. Then out of the fog comes a line of men, dressed in blue, muskets armed with sharp bayonets pointed right for your heart. That was what caused the Confederates to retreat, the true fear struck into the hearts of the men.
Let this be a lesson to you:
Fire and willpower in the heart of anybody can lead to great things.
BMC is a musical that surrounds around Jeremy Here who eats a super computer that tells him how to be cool and chill. So since I’m in love with this musical, I decided to combine it with GK999!
So here are the characters:
Thomas Heere – and awkward teen who just wants to fit in but completely stands out.
Crafter Mell – Thomas’ music loving best friend who loves everything from the 80s for no reason
S.Q.U.I.P (Brine Mode) – a super computer that implants into Thomas’ brain and tells him what to do
Hunter Canigula – a nerdy girl who loves everything about play rehearsal, Thomas’ love interest
Digger Goranski – a short, well built teen who is Thomas’ main bully (I know Digger is supposed to be really tall but him being short fit’s his character more.
Herder Dillinger – the school’s quarterback who’s best friend’s with Digger and his Hunter’s boyfriend
Filler Rolan – a know-it-all teen who always checks up on your social medias
Stitcher Valetnine – the best looking girl at school, a brat but can be really kind hearted
Jenny Lohst – the second best looking girl in school, really shy sometimes and is very clueless
So yeah, I will be making a comic series off this if people like it, and I might make a Dear Evan Hansen and/or Heathers AU too.
Here Is a Little Sneak Peak at the Next Book in The MineAncestor Series, Portal to The Hidden City.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, MineAncestor,” said Hawker. The trio was coming up to a temple in a Snow Biome. “What is that?” asked Creator. “That’s an igloo,” MineAncestor explained. “It’s similar to a desert or jungle temple, but they don’t really have any traps. They usually have a bed, furnace, chest and crafting tables in there. And sometimes, if a user is lucky, there will be a secret chamber underneath the igloo. All we need to do is break all of the carpet, and we’ll find a trapdoor that leads to the chamber. I’m sure that’s where we will find the clue on how to get to this mysterious hidden city.” “I hope we find this clue of yours, MineAncestor,” said Creator. The trio of companions entered the frosted temple and broke the carpet away. Once they found the trapdoor, they all slid down the ladder, MineAncestor going last. When they reached the bottom, they were shocked at what they saw. Opposite the ladder, the entire wall was a portal, but it didn’t have the shimmering purple field the portal to the nether usually had. This teleportation field was coloured a bright sea blue, almost the colour of a cloudless blue sky. The frame of the portal was made out of a cyan-blue coloured block called prismarine. Suddenly, moaning could be heard on the other side of the chamber wall, followed by a mechanical wheezing sound. “Everyone, through the portal, NOW!” yelled MineAncestor. Then, as if heard through the Fabric of Minecraft, MineAncestor heard a screaming voice. “I’M COMING FOR YOU, MINEANCESTOR!” screeched a cackley voice. “AND THIS TIME, YOU DON’T HAVE THOSE PATHETIC LITTLE USERS TO PROTECT YOU.”
NEXT IN THE MINEANCESTOR SERIES,
PORTAL TO A HIDDEN CITY
The four had been traveling for days. Micah plowed on tirelessly, Sparrow seemed on the verge of giving up, Grace had been in a bad mood since their escape, and Jewel had been oddly silent. Watching the destruction of Grace and Sparrow’s village had shaken them all, and they needed to find sanctuary.
“I-I think I m-might see something.” Sparrow stuttered. He lifted a trembling finger to the horizon, shaking with hunger and exhaustion.
“That’s a village!” Grace cried, not wanting to let Sparrow get all the attention. Micah nodded and trudged forward faster. Sparrow stumbled after him, Grace and Jewel not far behind. They needed this village. A hiding place from Herobrine, if only for a day or two. Jewel used her wind-controlling ability to boost herself up on an air current, flying above her friends to get a better veiw.
“The sun’s setting. We better hurry.” She called down to Micah in a raspy voice that hadn’t tastd water for much too long.
They all ran to the village. Grace was the first to spot a stand selling fruit and quickly traded all their iron for a stack and a half of melon. They ate like they were starving, which, really, they were.
“Hello, travelers.” A voice called from behind her. It was a villager child, looking skinny and unfed. “Can I have some food please? You can stay at our house, if momma says yes.”
Micah quickly handed over an armful of fruit. The child scarfed down the food, gratitude clear on his pale face. He once he had eaten, he grabbed Micah’s arm and lead him to a nearby house. He pounded on the door and it opened.
“Back already? Is that food? And who are these users?” The woman inside spat the last word as if it were rotten flesh.
“Yes, momma. These nice people gave me food. Can they stay here? Please?” The boy said boldly. The woman sighed. “Fine but only if there’s food for me too.”
They stepped inside, safe for the first time.
To be continued…
First things first: Before you give me credit for this, Enderdashx5x was the one who
inspired me to do this so, “Thanks Ender.”
ENTRY 1# BA-JIN
Interviewer: Hello Ba-Jin. Please tell us about yourself.
Ba-Jin: Well…I’m 8 years old, I’m a zombie, and I have a user-that-is-not-a-user
Ba-Jin: Oh, and I’m the leader of a group of free zombies.
Interviewer: Oh, yes! Please tell us what’s it like being the leader of a zombie town?
Ba-Jin: Oh, not very different than when I was a regular zombie.
Interviewer: Your parents must be so proud of you.
Interviewer: Is something wrong?
Ba-Jin: My parents sided with Xa-Tul.
Interviewer: Oh…So do you want revenge on Xa-Tul?
Ba-Jin: No, In fact I feel sorry for him.
Interviewer: You do??
Ba-Jin: Yes, he blindly followed Herobrine and it eventually killed him.
Interviewer: Actually, Feyd killed him.
Ba-Jin: But Xa-Tul had the chance to change too.
ENTRY 2# MONET113
Interviewer: Hello, Monet please tell us about yourself.
Monet: Well, I’m sister to the user-that-is-not-a-user, I am one myself, and my three
best friends are: Hunter, Stitcher, and Ba-Jin.
Interviewer: Interesting…So Monet, which Monster KING/QUEEN bugs you the
Monet: Well…Shaikulud was annoying because she was trying to kill my brother, Xa-
Tul was annoying because he was trying to get all the zombies to fight for no reason,
but Feyd I draw the line at because when he was holding me captive he whispered in
my ear ‘HB is going to kill Gameknight999 then start working on you!’
Interviewer: But Feyd saved MC…
Monet: You got a problem with me holding a grudge against Feyd?
Interviewer: Nope……………So Monet this is just a question but do you have an
attraction to Topper, Crafter,………….or Herder?
Monet: (to me typing all this) excuse me as I pound the stuffing out of this guy
*Monet punches and kicks the Interviewer*
*Monet stomps away*
Interviewer: I am never interviewing her again!
ENTRY 3# CRAFTER
Interviewer: Hello Crafter thank you for joining us.
Crafter: It’s a pleasure.
Interviewer: So Crafter, what’s it like, running a village, keeping MC running
smoothly, and having the responsibility of all your villagers?
Crafter: It’s a struggle sometimes.
Interviewer: Do you ever wish that you weren’t the Crafter?
Crafter: Eh…Sometimes. I wish that the life of a Crafter were easier. But, no, I love
being the Crafter.
Interviewer: Ok…So Crafter, this is just a question, but does Gameknight999 ever
Crafter: Oh, yes, Gameknight frustrates me a lot.
Interviewer: ……Could you expand on that?
Interviewer: Why not?
Crafter: Because it wouldn’t be nice to Gameknight.
Interviewer: Oh, don’t worry he won’t see this.
Crafter: Oh, ok.
ENTRY 4# KING OF THE IRON GOLEMS
Interviewer: Hello, King of the Iron Golems. It’s nice to meet you.
King of the Iron Golems: Nice to meet you, too.
Interviewer: Oh, do you mind if I call you Jack? King of the Iron Golems is a mouthful
King of the Iron Golems: I do mind.
Interviewer: Well, Jack you came to the aide of Gameknight 3 times. Please shed
some light on that.
Jack: I didn’t come to his aide.
Interviewer: But what about “The Battle for the Source,” “The Battle of the Bridge to
Nowhere,” or “The Last Stand on the Ocean Shore?”
Jack: We ‘aided’ him (NOT!) in the Battle for the Source and the Bridge to Nowhere
because he had stolen the Iron Rose and we were trying to recover it. The Last Stand
on the Ocean Shore was because we were helping the villagers.
Interviewer: So you helped him, just not willingly.
Jack: We didn’t help him.
Interviewer: Yes you did.
Jack: No we didn’t.
Interviewer: Yes you did…Why are your eyes turning red?
Jack: *lifts arm*
*flips table over, narrowly missing the Interviewer*
Interviewer: *stagers to his feet* I QUIT!!! *falls on face*
ENTRY 5# MASON
Interviewer: Hello Mason good to see you.
Mason: Good to see you to.
Interviewer: *looks around the room nervously*
Mason: Is something wrong?
Interviewer: *glances into a corner* Well yes I had an incident with my last
interviewee, King of the Iron Golems, I believe?
Mason: Oh, yes, I know him. In fact I’m good friends with him.
Interviewer: GUARDS! GUARDS! SAVE ME!
Guards: *burst through the doors*
Guard 1#: WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!
Guard 2#: *jumps on table* IS THAT IRON GOLEM BACK?!
Me: Sorry about the inconvenience, after the Interviewer sent the guards out he
tried to apologize to Mason.
Interviewer: I am so sorry it’s just that I don’t want to meet that iron golem again!
Mason: Oh…ok well I just have one question.
Interviewer: *smiles* its almost like you are the Interviewer.
Mason: Didn’t you quit?
Interviewer: Yes I did but then I got on the phone with my sponsor and he convinced
me to stay.
Mason: He did?
Interviewer: Yes he did in fact the guards were part of the compromise.
Mason: Oh…Well I better be going.
Mason: *transforms into Notch* * teleports out*
ENTRY 6# DIGGER
Interviewer: Hello Digger I have some questions for you.
Digger: Well, yeah, I mean isn’t this an interview?
Interviewer: Well…yes but it isn’t what you think it is about.
Digger: It isn’t?
Interviewer: No, I want you to be my bodyguard.
Digger: What about your guards?
Interviewer: Are they still there? *calls out to guards* HEY BOYS YOU’RE FIRED!
Digger: Ok, what are you thinking of?
Interviewer: I’m glad you asked, I’m thinking of a suit of diamond armor, 2 diamond
swords, we’ll definitely have to change your name, and I was thinking for pay 3
emeralds a week?
Digger: Whoa what?? Change my name? 2 diamond swords? 3 emeralds a week?
Interviewer: Yes. Oh, and you will have to either find a way to leave your kids at
your house or hire a babysitter because we don’t allow kids here.
Digger: WHAT?! I happen to know for a fact that you let Crafter in!!
Interviewer: He was an interviewee.
Digger: Ok well I won’t change my name and I will use 2 diamond pickaxes not
swords and the pay will be 1 emerald and 2 diamonds.
Interviewer: What!? No way, it’s the pay I said before or you not getting the chance
to be the bodyguard for a very famous Interviewer.
Digger: Ok *leaves*
Interviewer: Well…that didn’t go as planed……….HEY BOYS YOU’RE HIRED AGAIN!
Guard 1#: SORRY BUT WE WORK FOR GAMEKNIGHT999 NOW!
Guard 2#: YEAH IT’S AWSOME, HE ACTUALLY PAYS US!
ENTRY’S 6/7 GAMEKNIGHT999 AND HEROBRNE
Interviewer: Hello Gameknight it is an honor to meet you.
Gameknight: Hi, thanks for inviting me to this interviewing thing.
Interviewer: Yes well my boss said that we should…elaborate on who we invite in
because we have been….well….having some problems.
Gameknight: Yes, I do think that I have heard something about that, you tried to hire
Digger for your guard and in doing so you fired your own guards but when Digger
didn’t become a guard you found out that they worked for me now.
Gameknight: And you tried to snoop into my sisters feelings, argued with an Iron
Golem, tried to get my best friend to bad mouth me, and you caused your guards to
jump on the table when you were interviewing Notch……….did I get all that right?
Interviewer: *smiles sheepishly* you’ve been keeping track.
Gameknight: Well my dad wanted me to find out as much as I could before I did this
interviewing thing and the security on your records is terrible.
Interviewer: well yes but…wait you hacked into our records???
Gameknight: Oh yeah, sorry about that.
Interviewer: Sorry?! No, thanks! This is great! You are turning back to your old
ways! This will be a great story! Do you…
Gameknight: No. Stop. Period.
Interviewer: I beg your pardon?
Gameknight: I am not going back to the way I used to be.
Interviewer: But you just…
Gameknight: I know that that is what it looked like but that is not what was
Interviewer: Oh…then…can you tell us your stance on banning hacks?
Gameknight: Hacks aren’t a bad thing, some people like working hard for their items
and some like getting everything superfast so they can do harder things, none of that
is bad, what is bad is when people start using those hacks for griefing, when they
explode another user’s base or when they use it to cheat on games, that is using
Interviewer: Well I have someone here who might disagree.
Interviewer: *says grandly* He is back from beyond the digital grave, first he was a
virus, now he can do anything a user can do! *drum roll starts* It’s Herobrine!
Herobrine: *teleports in* Hey! Everybody loves me don’t they?
Herobrine: *turns to look at Gameknight* well obviously not him…
Gameknight: *tackles Herobrine* RUN INTERVIEWER I CAN TAKE HIM!!!!!!!!!!
Interviewer: No, wait stop! *pulls Gameknight off Herobrine* He has changed his
Herobrine: Yes, it’s true Loser-that-is-still-a-loser.
Gameknight: You have got to be kidding me! You are a virus!
Interviewer: Just because he is a virus doesn’t mean that he can’t get along with
Gameknight: Ha! He killed so many of my friends so he can’t be trusted!
Herobrine: Hey, let’s not forget that I was never actually doing the killing, blame the
monsters if you want someone to blame for the deaths of your friends
Gameknight: You little…*charges Herobrine*
Interviewer: Hey! Stop that! *pulls Gameknight off Herobrine again* I hoped that we
could just have a nice Q/A without any killing is that too much to ask?
Gameknight: I suppose I can answer questions for a little while but then I will warn
my friends about this new disaster.
Herobrine: Me too I guess.
Interviewer: so Herobrine, what is your opinion on the Free Zombies?
Herobrine: I think that it is a preposterous idea; I mean whoever heard of free
zombies? Zombies were made for one reason: to serve me! And any zombie that
says otherwise is asking for a run in with Xa-Tul.
Gameknight: I hate to break it to you but all your monster kings are dead
Herobrine: What?! What about Shaivalak and Reaper?
Gameknight: Me and my friends discovered your little plot and stopped it
Herobrine: What about Charybdis?
Gameknight: Gone, I myself killed him with my snowball.
Herobrine: Well what about Feyd? I realize that Xa-Tul probably failed because MC
isn’t crashed but what about Feyd?
Gameknight: He helped us kill Xa-Tul
Herobrine: HE WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!??!
Gameknight: Yes, and he sacrificed himself to stop Xa-Tul so you can’t take your
revenge on him, not that you could, we would kill you the moment you stepped out
of this house.
Herobrine: why that little….fmffmmff *calms down* why would I care about that?
I’ve changed remember?
Interviewer: Next question, Gameknight If you had to betray anyone on your team
who would it be?
Herobrine: Oh, I like this question.
Gameknight: What?! That’s not a fair question!
Interviewer: Please just answer it.
Gameknight: No, I won’t.
Herobrine: So there is an answer you just won’t say it?
Gameknight: What!? No, there isn’t even an answer to that question!
Interviewer: Gameknight if you will not answer the question then I’m afraid that I
will have to throw you out.
Gameknight: Be my guest! There isn’t an answer to that question, there never was
and never will be, so be my guest and throw me out!
Interviewer: Well if you won’t be reasonable…
Gameknight: No, I’m not the one being unreasonable, you are being unreasonable!
*stands up* even if you told everyone my secret I still wouldn’t answer that
Herobrine: Wait…a secret? Do tell
Interviewer: Oh, it’s not that much of a secret it’s just that he went back into time
and took the place of Smithy
Herobrine: Wait wait…so Gameknight killed Vo-Lok?
Herobrine: He was responsible for my defeat 100 years ago?
Gameknight: Int. I don’t think…
Interviewer: Yes, he was.
Herobrine: *turns towards Gameknight his eyes blazing* YOU WERE THE REASON I
FAILED TO GET OUT OF THIS PRISON?!?!?
Gameknight: *draws both of his swords and looks calmly at Herobrine* Yes I was.
Herobrine: Then you will die, Gameknight *hurls himself at Gameknight with a
diamond sword in his hand* DIE USER-THAT-IS-NOT-A-USER!!!!!!!!!
Gameknight: FOR MINECRAFT!!!!!!
Interviewer: Wait! Stop! This isn’t supposed to happen!
Herobrine: *block* well Int. I’m surprised that you even fell for my “I’ve changed”
Gameknight: I told you!! *parry* He never has changed and never will change his
evil ways! *thrust*
Interviewer: Well…maybe you are right *presses button on the underside of the
I.P.T: *crashes through the roof* DIE WHATEVER IS BOTHERING THE
INTERVIEWER!!!!!!!! *draws enchanted bows as one and fire them all at Herobrine*
Herobrine: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *pop!*
Gameknight: HOLY COW!!!!! WHAT WAS THAT???!?!?!??!?!?!
Interviewer: This is the I.P.T.
Interviewer: The Interviewer Protection Team.
Leader of the I.P.T: Can we go now?
Interviewer: Yes Bob you can go now.
I.P.T: *walks out of room*
Interviewer: So Gameknight back to our question…
Interviewer: Fine…fine…next question…do you feel that any other monster
King/Queen could have changed if given the chance? Please explain your answer.
Interviewer: Lets say Vo-Lok…
Gameknight: No, absolutely not, because Vo-Lok was a King that couldn’t think for
himself, he would follow Herobrine to his death and it actually did lead him to his
death and I would say the same thing about Xa-Tul, they both were kings that would
obey Herobrine to their deaths.
Interviewer: What about Shaiklud?
Gameknight: I think that yes she could have changed if given the chance but
Herobrine stopped that chance, she just wanted to live in peace but because
Herobrine kept egging her on she just lost it.
Interviewer: Would you say the same thing about Shaivalak?
Gameknight: No, because she was the main executor of Herobrine’s plan to cover all
the villages in lava. Reaper was also there but he was more of a protector to keep us
from butting in on Herobrine’s plan.
Interviewer: What about Erebus?
Gameknight: Again no, Erebus was a monster who was loyal to the end to Herobrine
if he was still alive he would be working on how to take revenge on all of the NPC’s
Gameknight: Again no, Charybdis was a murderer who deserved what he got and I
would say the same thing about Malacoda.
Interviewer: Could it be that the reason that they were so bitter to you and all
villagers was because of the unfairness of their banishment to the Nether? After all,
Herobrine created the blazes to be evil and he caused the gasts to turn evil as well.
Gameknight: It isn’t my place to judge what Notch deemed fair or not.
Interviewer: But if I were Notch I would heal the gasts and heal all the zombie
pigmen, wither skeletons, and magma cubes after all I think that they have learned
their lesson and they might even be good now.
Gameknight: If you did that then you would be condemning the gasts to their doom.
Interviewer: I beg your pardon?
Gameknight: Users and NPC’s have fought and killed gasts for so long that if a user
or a NPC saw one in the Overworld even without scars that user or NPC would kill
the gast on sight, pretty soon there won’t be anymore gasts in Minecraft.
Interviewer: Well Gameknight999 it has been a pleasure interviewing you
Gameknight: The pleasure is all mine *gets up and leaves*
Interviewer: Jack, please come in here.
Jack: *enters* you rang?
Interviewer: Did you see what a great interview that was!?
Jack: No sir, I was captivated by the fact that the Herobrine we created using the
infected lava turned out to be so much like the real Herobrine.
Interviewer: That was the best part! I want you to find more things that we can use
to create more monster King/Queens
Jack: Sir we will have to raid a zombie town to even have a chance to find Vo-Lok’s
armor, jump down the huge pit in Olympus Mons to find something of Reaper’s,
steal from Gameknight to get Erebus, and I don’t even know if something from
Malacoda, Shaivalak, Shaikulud, Xa-Tul, Feyd or Charybdis exists anymore!
Interviewer: What’s your point?
Jack: *looks at interviewer with a bewildered look on his face, quickly composes
himself* Nothing, just that you might want to interview someone else while we
create the other ones.
Interviewer: Good, you may leave now.
Interviewer: Mwah! Ha! Ha!
ENTRY’S 8/9# WEAVER AND VO-LOK
Interviewer: Hello Weaver, it is nice to meet you.
Weaver: *glances around suspiciously* yeah, nice to meet you to.
Interviewer: ………… Is something wrong?
Weaver: Oh, no it’s just… *glances into a corner*
Interviewer: It seems like you are bothered by something, can you tell me what it is?
Weaver: Well…you used Herobrine in the interview with Gameknight999, so I was
just looking to see if you were going to do the same thing with me.
Interviewer: Oh, well you don’t have to worry Herobrine is dead. And speaking of
Gameknight…how did you feel when Entity303 told you that Smithy was dead and
Gameknight took his place?
Weaver: Well, I was angry at first, but once I got over my anger I realized that he
was right. All the villagers would have lost hope if they knew that Smithy was dead.
Interviewer: Interesting…And Weaver, what did you think of Vo-Lok?
Weaver: *looks suspiciously at interviewer* Why do you ask?
Interviewer: Well Vo-Lok was a cool monster king and I was trying to ask everyone
this question but I got a little sidetracked.
Weaver: Well…he was kind of cool…I mean he was evil and everything, but for the
first monster king he didn’t do that bad…well…he killed many villagers but that is
what the monster kings do.
Interviewer: Do you think he could change if he was still alive today?
Weaver: No, absolutely not.
Interviewer: Do you think you could beat him in a battle just the two of you?
Weaver: *eyes narrow in suspicion* maybe…
Interviewer: *grins* do you think you could be friends with him?
Interviewer: HEY VO-LOK! COME ON IN!
Vo-Lok: *walks in* what do you wan…
Weaver: *draws iron sword and hurls himself at Vo-Lok* YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Interviewer: *pushes button on the underside of his table*
I.P.T: *jumps through the door and grab Weaver*
Bob: Whoa kid, Take it easy.
Weaver: But he is Vo-Lok!!!!!!
Bob: *leans in to Weaver and whispers* look kid; I don’t like this any more than you
do. Just keep calm and we won’t need to tie you to a chair.
Interviewer: Are you ready to be civil Weaver?
Vo-Lok: That was very interesting, but do I have to do an interview with this
Weaver: My name is Weaver, zombie.
Vo-Lok: My name is Vo-Lok, villager.
Interviewer: Be nice or I will have to kill you Vo-Lok.
Vo-Lok: It wasn’t me! It was that villager!
Weaver: My name is Weaver!
Bob: BOTH OF YOU ZIP IT!!!!!!
Interviewer: Thank you Bob, now Vo-Lok I have a question for you…
Vo-Lok: *whispers to himself* you always do…
Interviewer: You only lived to see 2 other monster creations of Herobrine, Shaiklud
and Oxus, do you think that with all the other kings and queens Herobrine created
you saw only the weakest ones?
Vo-Lok: Hmmmm…that’s a tough one…I would say no. Because Oxus was the best at
getting the creepers, without him and his creepers we wouldn’t have been able to
make the zombie towns and the zombies wouldn’t have stood a chance, and
Shaiklud was good to, she kept all her spiders under control and that really helped
us in the war.
Interviewer: But Oxus was a deserter, and a user child killed Shaiklud!
Vo-Lok: Monet113 sister to the user-that-is-not-a-user killed her.
Interviewer: Ok, but Oxus deserted!
Vo-Lok: Only because he wanted peace.
Interviewer: Do you want peace?
Vo-Lok: *leans back in his chair* I didn’t say that, I just said that I understood why
Oxus deserted. I would desert to, but the instinct of zombies is to fight to the end,
and occasionally we lose ourselves to battle and even if we want to surrender we
can’t. That may have caused some of the villagers to think that we zombies were HP
Weaver: *mutters to himself* I may have misjudged zombies and Vo-Lok.
Interviewer: *furrows his brow in annoyance* well there is no place for a zombie
general who disobeys his commander…
Weaver: Int. what do you mean…?
Interviewer: Boys Ready…
I.P.T: *draws enchanted bows and notch arrows into them*
Weaver: What are you doing?!?!?!
I.P.T: *aim bows at Vo-Lok*
Weaver: NO, VO-LOK!!!!!
Vo-Lok: *puts gold armor on* I ain’t going down without a fight.
I.P.T: *releases arrows*
Weaver: YOU MONSTER!!!!!!! *runs out of the building*
Interviewer: Jack, start working on Feyd!
ENTRY’S 10/11# FEYD AND STITCHER
Interviewer: Hello Stitcher…
Stitcher: Ok, Int. cut with the formalities.
Interviewer: What do you…
Stitcher: You killed Vo-Lok when Weaver and he were doing an interview.
Interviewer: But he was a monster…
Stitcher: I don’t care what he was, the fact is, you killed a perfectly harmless monster
and now Weaver is yelling at us to kill you, Hunter is ready to kill you, and you keep
on doing these monster king interviews.
Interviewer: Huh…well you will be happy to hear that this interview is with a
Stitcher: What? There are no friendly monster kings! Every single one was bad!
Interviewer: What about Feyd or Oxus?
Interviewer: YO, FEYD! I NEED YOU!
Feyd: *walks in* Hmmmm? Oh, you.
Interviewer: What? I thought you would be best buds! Didn’t Feyd save MC?
Feyd: Well technically yes, but…
Stitcher: How did you bring him back to life!??!?!?
Interviewer: Well, it was very simple…
Feyd: And very painful.
Interviewer: Hey, Feyd don’t get sassy.
Feyd: Yes master.
Interviewer: *hand goes to the button on the underside of chair*
Stitcher: *pulls out bow with an arrow notched in it* don’t even think about it.
Interviewer: *hand goes away from button*
Feyd: Well did you want me for something or not?
Interviewer: We can get on with this interview once she puts her bow down.
Stitcher: *in deep voice* Hey Interviewer don’t get sassy.
Feyd: *barely suppresses a laugh*
Stitcher: *puts bow down*
Interviewer: Now then…Feyd did you ever meet Oxus?
Feyd: Honestly? No. Herobrine told us that if we ever saw Oxus we need to report it
to him immediately. No one ever saw him, so he stayed safe, but if I had found him in
my old life, I probably would have told Herobrine, and Oxus would be dead.
Interviewer: Well, that is interesting…and Stitcher, what do you think about Crafter?
Stitcher: *turns red* what do you mean?
Interviewer: I mean do you think he is nice, handsome,…or cute?
Feyd: *looks back and forth between Stitcher and Interviewer with his brow
*realizes that Stitcher has a crush on Crafter*
Stitcher: *mumbles* I don’t want to talk about it.
Interviewer: What was that? Sorry you have to speak up.
Interviewer: What Feyd?
Feyd: Um…I was wondering…um…who you were planning on interviewing next!
Stitcher: *shots Feyd a grateful look*
Interviewer: Well I honestly don’t know…we still need to get another monster
king/queen item…then decide on who to pair it with…
Stitcher: Wait, what?
Interviewer: Hmmm? Oh we need to get something from each monster king/queen
for us to ‘zap’ them back to life. That is how we recreated Herobrine, Vo-Lok, and
Feyd: But what was the point of ‘zapping’ them back if you just killed them?
Interviewer: Well, we didn’t know that Herobrine would be evil again, and Vo-Lok
was a traitor to the zombie kind.
Stitcher: *whispers to herself* but he gave villagers information that could help
prevent wars in the future.
Interviewer: Well that was a good question Feyd, and here is a good question for
you…do you have an attraction for anyone?
Feyd: *goes red* why do you ask?
Interviewer: Well, everyone has that special someone, so who is yours?
Feyd: Even if I told you it would never happen.
Interviewer: Why? Is she an enderman? If so we can easily get her here, just say the
Feyd: *blushes and mumbles* S**i****k
Interviewer: Huh? Sorry Feyd you need to speak up.
Feyd: *blushes further and mumbles* Sh**v**a*
Interviewer: Sorry Feyd I still can’t hear you.
Feyd: *blushes still further and mumbles* Sha*val*k
Interviewer: Feyd, I still can’t hear you…
Stitcher: Oh, for crying out loud! Int. anyone can see that he is saying Shaivalak!
Interviewer: Hey! Stitcher, I don’t take kindly to interruptions when I am
Feyd: Its all right Int. you will recover.
Interviewer: I warned you Feyd! *pushes button on underside of table*
Feyd: Good-bye *teleports to the corner of the room*
I.P.T: *crashes through the ceiling, draws diamond swords and shouts* DIE
Interviewer: YOU IDIOTS!!!! HE IS OVER THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I.P.T: *half run over to Feyd, while the other half draws enchanted bows and aims
them at Feyd*
Stitcher: Feyd!!!! Teleport out!!!!
Feyd: I can’t!!!! The walls are keeping me in here!!!!!!!!
Bob: FIRE BOYS!!!!!!!!!!
I.P.T (with bows): *releases arrows*
Stitcher: *turns at Interviewer and hurls herself at him* AAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!
Interviewer: Someone stop her!
Bob: We are coming!
Stitcher: YAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *head but*
I.P.T: *pulls Stitcher of the interviewer*
Stitcher: HI-YAH! *kicks the one holding her in the stomach, runs out*
Bob: *helps the interviewer up* are you ok sir?
Interviewer: OF COURSE I AM NOT OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAN HER!!!! BAN HER,
AND DON’T UNBAN HER FOR ANYRESON!!!!!!!!
As darkness fell a small shape fell from the mouth of the cave. A small spider no bigger than a wolf. Its brethren started swarming the forest floor. Zombies came from the cave with skeletons and creepers. All attracted to the eyes of hero-brine. All but one. This zombie thought that hero-brine was here to destroy them. He had seen something that no one had. An ancient prophecy telling that hero-brine would destroy all that stand in his way. Unless one player of unknown name would attempt to destroy him.
That zombie who’s name was Charles was wondering what the name of the player would be. People had such imagination these days. Why couldn’t people just stick with Steve? Or Alex? He never understood anyone. Especially villagers. They were always so afraid of zombies. If a zombie walked up to a villager then they would run away and call the guards. Most zombies would prefer to keep their arms straight out incase of players seeing them. Charles didn’t.
Later on he saw a dungeon and bit some flesh off and threw it into the spawner, causing it to flare up and have a small zombie spinning around in it on an angle. Seconds later 3 zombies spawned and left the dungeon in search of hero-brine. Charles understands zombies the least because if one is told something then somehow they all hear it and follow the instructions. He went to the surface beneath shade and saw the local village bustling with activity. Soon he will see them. He made handcuffs for himself so he couldn’t attack people. He hoped they would understand.
Charles had studied the village for days taking a look at how they greeted each other. He wanted to fit in. To have friends. He wanted to know happiness. He put on a leather helmet and handcuffs before walking into the village. No one noticed him since they were busy farming or raising a family. Good. Charles thought. The church was not in session. He went to the church and spoke to the priest. “Hi sir.” He said to the priest. Hoping he would not run away and alert the village guards about his position in the village. The priest turned around and backed off and said, “What do you want?”
“Just to talk. I have read an ancient prophecy stating the world will end in 7 days. Due to a player like entity called hero-brine. Prepare the warriors in less then 7days.”
“Sure no problem.” With that Charles left the village but he was seen by someone and cornered by the guards.
“Where is the priest?” One of the guards asked.
“Here! I am here! Calm down.”
“There is a prophecy.”
“What do you mean a prophecy? The guards asked them both. They had an edge to their tone.
“Let the zombie go.” The priest told them. The guards dropped the zombie. Watching him gasp for air and writhe on the floor.
“Do you know about hero-brine?” Charles asked them both, admiring the questioning look on their faces.
“No. Why do you ask.” Charles then explained the prophecy to the guards who stared in disbelief the whole time. He started from when he was a child to when he saw hero-brine last. “Interesting. We will prepare the defences.”
“If in 7 days there is no attack then we will find and kill you. Kapeesh?”
“Fine. In 8 days I will come to the village with handcuffs and helmet on. When I arrive thank me or kill me depending on the prophecy.” With that he left and reached the shade of trees. He saw one player go to the village and build a small wall outside the village. Then an iron golem was built. Then he saw Charles. And smiled.
Who was that man? Has he seen the prophecy? Why did he not look like any NPC I have ever seen? Charles thought. Since the man was crouched he couldn’t see a gamertag. He helped the villagers then left. He must have been a player. Pathetic really. The villagers should be able to build a wall themselves. But they were too stupid. At the first sign of dark they ran into their homes.
The next day when Charles returned to the village he saw it destroyed with items laying on the ground. Everyone was dead. Except one. An old man with grey robes laying on the ground. On closer inspection he saw it was just an armour stand with the robes. The items scattered nearby show his fate. Then he saw another man, different to the day before. He looked like a usual player, with the normal Steve skin. Only this was no normal player, for this man had eyes burning brighter than that of the Dragons.
Charles returned to what he called home. Of course, it was not as fancy as zombie town. But it was home to him. As all zombie homes, there was a small hp fountain to rejuvenate him if he got hurt. As all players, he liked exploring, and trolling. Overnight he would go to zombie town and shut off hp fountains. So he did, but what he saw shocked him.
The entire zombie army was preparing for war, unless they are destroying the villages, thought Charles. This was very unexpected behaviour from the zombies. Even women and children were in the ranks. All the hp fountains were turned off, hopefully never to be turned on again.
“Zombie!” The head of the army called out to Charles. “What be your name?”
Forgetting the rank names Charles called out, “Cha-sin. Cha-sin greets the zombie master.” Hoping the zombies will buy it.
“Cha-sin will help command the next attack on puny villagers.”
“Understood” This made Charles extremely nervous, he knew he couldn’t kill villagers but if he didn’t he would be killed. He nodded his head. If he could divert them and get them lost then he would be victorious without destroying the village. Left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right, left. He told himself to get them lost. He knew if his plan failed then all was lost. Either his innocence or his life.
Then the zombie master shouted out. “Forward March!” The zombies gaze out an excited growl so they would be prepared to take over the server. This was not part of the prophecy. How can this happen? It can’t be because of my actions, can it? He pondered. The prophecy stated that Hero-Brine would rise to destroy them unless a dual wielder would stand up and destroy him. It showed an enderman, a skeleton, a wither and a zombie.
After what felt like days Charles saw the village and called “left turn!” And continued on with his plan. He made sure to put them in the forest. So they would be lost. Only the commanders had a helmet. The rest would burn.
The next day Charles was just hoping he could stop the zombies again but he tricked the high zombie master, he would be banished or killed. Both meant death. But he had a plan. When he went to the first village he got an iron pickaxe. His cave had diamonds near the bottom, where other zombies hung out. That would cause problems, he went down with the pickaxe to the depths hoping he would not be seen by zombies. He heard laughter and froze. Until he saw 2 skeletons and then continued walking. Finally, reaching the diamonds he lifted the pickaxe with all his might he let the head fall down until it struck the diamonds. He repeated this with every diamond until he had 26 diamonds. He had to protect one of the villages. Or else all would be lost. Quite literally as well. They wanted to destroy the server so they could hopefully stop the prophecy hero-brine had told them.
With the diamonds Charles went to the next village he thought was to be attacked and went there every day hoping to see the mysterious player. He thought he was never going to come. So he waited three days. On the third day the player came. He waved to Charles “Hi,” the player said “my name is gbblackknight01.” The player looked extremely menacing because his skin looked like armour. White and black. The skin was the only thing scary about him to Charles. They stood there and chatted for a while after quick introductions. “Have you seen the hordes of zombies and endermen and creepers?”
“Yes and thats why you need this.”
“You know I can kill you now right?” Charles stepped back. “Don’t worry I won’t if you don’t try to kill me.”
“Every line of code is screaming ‘Yes kill him now!’ But I say no.” Charles joked as Gb put on his extra armour. “Sorry it wasn’t enchanted. I don’t have the stuff to enchant.”
“Doesn’t matter I can enchant them if I hurry.”
“No time. The sun sets as we speak.” Charles said as he looked behind Gb. The sun was no more than a slither on the horizon. At the forest line green, blue and black objects were lined up waiting for the command to attack. A zombie noticed Charles and snarled so loudly Charles thought it would shatter his already fragile skull.
“Well well well. Hello Cha-sin we have been waiting for you. Players, Npc’s and you will all perish. We will stop you if you refuse to join us. Xa-Sun will count to three. One. Two. Thr-”
“No!” Cried Gb. “We will stop you and whoever is with you. Even they will perish with or without us standing in your way. I am sure someone is somewhere nearby listening to us. Ready to standby us and give us a hand in stopping the forces of the zombies and other mobs threatening the server of Minecraft!”
“Even a girl?” A mysterious voice called from the grasslands to the east. Personally I think it would be otherwise sexist.” Her gamertag showed RandomCow100. She didn’t seem very threatening. A simple girl in a purple cow onesie. Then she started lighting up the area with the iridescent hue of her enchanted diamond armour and sword. On closer inspection you would be either dead or able to notice the slight change of colour from purple to blood red. You would also see her eyes a deep red. The few hairs on Charles’ neck were standing on end and falling out.
“Good to see you sis, this is Charles.” Gb said addressing Charles. “No you cannot kill him.” This made Cow disappointed because he said this due to cows look of content. “Now back to business. You sir can go sit in the corner and watch because I said so.” Every villager laughed because of how he spoke. He slurred his voice as if he were drunk.
Then 3 shots were fired over their heads and hit the same zombie. Nullifying it’s hp. Charles turned around to see who had fired the arrows. He stared straight down the shaft of an arrow.
“Who is the rotting meat? Can I kill it?” The figure asked Gb.
“1. His name is Charles. 2. No you may not kill him.” Gb explained as the new player took off his armour. He was a person in a watermelon onesie.
“Name’s Melon Master. How do you do?” He was met by silence. “Me too! We will be great friends. I can see it already.” Again silence.
“He is trying to strike conversation with you.”
“Oh. Get armour and a weapon now. And get ready to fight.”
The battle was delayed until sunrise which really disappointed everyone except melon master. “Yay! I thought we would have to fight but no one wore a helmet!” Only to be slapped by Gb. Making him flash red.
“Idiot. My little brother is an idiot!” Shouted Gb when they got to Charles’ house. I cannot believe him we needed to fight that fight! Now that gives the zombies a new chance to destroy the village. It’s vulnerability is not the best thing in the world at the moment.”
“Speak of the devil!” Called Melon Master from the entrance. “There may or may not be a few others who I have recruited in this battle for Minecraft then just us so… yeah. Here they are.” People lined up along the cave entrance. Their names hovering up above them.
AirlessSquash72, jaybot523, TNTBOSS123, DatCoolGirlLayla and icefalconz all lined up in diamond armour all glowing with enchantments no-one could tell except them. Charles ran down his mine and came up with 2d black/purple diamond shapes in his hands. “Dragon scales. Used to make armour unattainable by players. The scales would kill players instantly no matter what enchantments on what armour.” He threaded them together on the crafting table. They made a chainmail-like armour with purple flecks scattered through it. He moved outside and poured a bottle of purple liquid on the outside, dragons breath.He put it on an armour stand and let it soak in. When it was done he equipped it and explained his plan of ambush.
Close to dusk Charles placed a log with just the pants and boots on. A diamond sword with two scales embedded into the blade. “Got room for one more in the plan of ambush?” A dark figure asked from the tree line. “Names jackson. Charles right? I heard your plan and thought we could work together as friends? Please can i have one chance?”
“I guess. Do you know where to hide?”
“I won’t hide. I am with you.”
“Really? You know how dangerous that would be right? Get some wood, give them to the villagers and tell them to place them in the form of planks ok?”
“Got it.” And with that Jackson was off collecting and placing wood telling the villagers to make a wall of planks. So endermen can’t move them to get through then escape with the tunnels.
One day a man with eyes brighter than the stars themselves came into being. Blazes are to blame and this brought hatred to this man. All he wanted was to end the ones who brought this blindness. He was not aware of these blazes and chose to destroy Minecraft instead. One day, in the future, a man with an unknown name will rise when hope is seemed to be extinguished. A griefer will stop herobrines army. Only then will peace be brought to Minecraft.
At sundown the zombies were lined up facing the sun. Facing them, on a single log, sword glinting in the twilight, was Charles. “Hello friends, have you come to play? I like to play. Do you?” He questioned. When the sun disappeared completely, the zombies advanced. Charles showed them his sword, they all stopped. “Recognise it do you? Stole ’em from the dragon myself. With a friend of course.” When he said this, Jackson walked in from the shadows a grin on his face that would haunt their nightmares for millenia to come. Mostly because jackson cant draw, let alone scrape a smile into a plank of wood. Then he had to carve a mask that would fit his head. “Dude, its good you want to use scare tactics, but never try to do that ever again or I swear I will be the one to kill you.”
“Well then, that escalated quickly.” The enderman dumbly replied. He took the mask off only to show the hair he made from a bundle of wheat.
“Dumb blonde.” Charles muttered.
From some where in the zombie army, a large gong sounded, marking the start of the assault. The zombies surged forwards. Gb, hiding in the bushes whispered to all the others “at midnight they all should be out, sleep in a different bed, one at a time. We cant skip to dawn yet.” Charles waited till he saw gb to put on the rest of the of the armour, still the zombies advanced. He drew his sword, still they advanced, although they did it more cautiously. He started slaying the ones that got too close. But still, they advanced.
When the army was getting to strong for Charles to handle by himself, the moon disappeared, being replaced by the sun on the horizon, signalling the start of the day, instantly setting all zombies on fire at once. The ones closest to
Charles died within seconds, while the ones at the rear died in a minute. All that was left was Charles and the zombie leader. “How could you? You beast! You kill your family. Now I kill you.”
“No! He betrayed me! I will kill him myself.” A voice from the shadows said. When the figure opened his eyes they glowed a bright, angry white.
Hero-brine. Charles thought. “Jackson now!” He screamed as he threw off the chestplate. Then Jackson appeared behind him, grabbed him and they both disappeared in a mist of purple teleportation particles.
Back in Charles’ home Jackson collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball. Whimpering to himself in fear. Charles had fear gnawing at his chest but he did not let it show, after all this time he had finally found out what had caused the madness of the zombies and the creature he saw that one night. How is he alive? He wondered staring at Jackson. He isn’t a player, an npc, an animal or a monster. He must be a virus. Some do say viruses are mythical. Then he remembered the words of his tutor. Remember young one, even myths have some truth. “Thats it!” He shouted. Jackson got up. “What?”
“When I was younger my tutor told me, ‘even myths have some truth.’ And prophecies are a type of myth right? Well we need to figure out who the player is that will defeat him!”
“How will we do that? There have been an infinite number of players. We know a fair amount of them to. They were terrified when hero-brine came the all disconnected!”
“Not all of them.” Said Gbblackknight01 from the cave entrance. “We had some difficulty but those users live close to each other and they all got disconnected. But I live a fair way away from them but I doubt they know what has happened. Also someone put this in a hopper and transported something to your chest because they couldn’t touch it. Take a look.” As Charles opened the chest he was nearly blinded.
“Who put the stupid glow-stone in here? Is that my chestplate?”
“Your welcome. The players can’t reconnect. Their game keeps crashing every time they try to connect so yeah.”
“I understand. Well at least they weren’t terrified enough to leave, right?” He turned to where Jackson used to be in a ball. “Jackson? Jackson where are you?”
“He must have left. As per usual. He gets really bored if people are having a conversation or an argument without him. He likes causing mischief.”
“He is in my mine isn’t he?” And with that, Charles ran into his mine and came out a minute later with Jackson, who had a fidget spinner in his hands staring at it contently.
“I’ve got it! This time I’ve really got it! We could destroy the zombies at the source! We could go to where ever Charles comes from and then take out whatever zombies are left. Then we go to all the others and destroy them too so we win and the villages survive.”
“That is brilliant, i’m gonna hit the hay. Good night.”
I opened my eyes and saw the faces of 2 zombies watching over me as I lay down, my mother and father. All I see is love in their eyes. As my eyes close everything changes. The house is on fire, my mother runs in and pics me up and carries me on her chest and shoulder, over her heart. My father runs up and goes to attack a figure with fire in his hands. All I hear is the crackle and snap of the fire on wood and crying. Then I realise it is my own. “He is the one to destroy me! He must be killed! I will take you out if you stand in my way!” The figure who’s eyes shone with a hate that could never be compared. A hate so powerful that the fire turned to a supernova. The last thing I see is the man throwing a sword and my mother trying to shield me with her body. Then she falls on the floor, the sword embedded in her back. Then a wall of flame lies between me and the man.
Charles woke up with a start his forehead covered in sweat. He saw jackson standing next to him and Gb sitting in the chair in the corner, staring with interest at Charles. “You ok?” He asked. “You were screaming in your sleep. Either that or crying. My point is, you made a lot of noise while you were asleep.”
“Sorry. What time is it?”
“Then what is that glow over there?”
The glow of 1000 flaming zombies lit up the horizon. Charles, Gb and Jackson burst through the foliage. “Look! The villagers are fighting back! We did make an impact after all on these villagers so we can help them fight the zombie army!” Jackson screamed throwing his mask on and running into the midst of the battle before Charles could scorn him again like he did last time they were up against the same zombie army.
“Jackson! Get back here!” Charles shouted, drawing his sword and also running in.
“Am I the only sane one here?” Gb said, sitting down on a log that had fallen over. A zombie came over and gave him some popcorn. Gb accepted it, nodding his approval. “Thanks.” He said watching the zombie get cut down the middle. Gb ditched the popcorn, jumped up, grabbed his sword and ran into the battle. Zombie after zombie fell from his blade.
As Charles ran through the carnage he cut down zombie after zombie. He heard the shouts of the villagers as the last few zombies lay scattered in front of the village. Above all that, he heard sobbing. He noticed all the zombies either lay dead, or ran to the forest. All but one. Charles approached it with caution. As he approached it the sobbing got louder. It was a female zombie, hunched over another zombies dead body. “Hello?” He said. She turned to face him. As she turned to look at him, a flash of recognition through her eyes. She’s beautiful. He thought. Why does she look so familiar?. Wait. Is this my mother?
“The last time I saw you was when I fell forward, a sword in my back. I didn’t die because it missed my core. But now I have found you again and the world once again has that little bit of-” she was cut off. As she slowly fell back the little bit of light left her eyes and an iron blade ran through her chest as she hit the ground. Behind where she was stood hero-brine.
“Hello boy. Did you like my little puppet? I made her especially for you.” He said, menacingly. Then the ground started to tremble at their feet. Then, three iron golems burst out of the forest. All had the bright white eyes of hero-brine. They surrounded Charles and didn’t attack. Hero-brine looked as if he was meditating. Then he realised, hero-brine controls the golems. He looked around for a way out. If I can attack hero-brine then I have a chance on freeing the golems! As if hero-brine could hear his thoughts, one of the iron golems moved in front of him, guarding him.
“What about a deal?”
“You let everyone go and take me.”
“No. I will take you anyway. There is nothing that will stop that.”
“What about me? Called Melon Master form a fair way off. The bow in his hand hand string dangling off the ends. He was most likely oblivious to the break in the bow. As per usual he was oblivious to the key events of the rescues that he tries to pull off miraculously, but fails miserably. He notices the string. He throws the bow at the iron golem. It hits. The golems eyes go from white to the black with red pupils. And immediately went to attack the melon onesie. He grabbed out two sticks and threw them at the remaining golems. They both had the same reactions as the first. Now he had three golems after him.
Now that left hero-brine. Charles charged him, but a set of possessed armour got in the way, carrying an iron sword. Charles had to deflect blow after blow from the possessed armour. The armour was moving incredibly fast even for a blade wielder. After about five minutes of constant deflections Charles noticed hero-brine was starting to sweat. He was getting tired. At that moment Charles chose to turn the tables on the armour, switching from defence to offence. This sudden change surprised hero-brine, causing him to flash red with every blow that landed on the armour, leaving it cracked and close to destruction.Melon master screamed from the bottom of the hill, the golems still chasing him. “This is madness!” Giving Charles the best one-liner to finish with.
“THIS! IS! MINECRAFT!” He yelled, and 1,000 players rode down the hill, all being lead by RandomCow100. Gb was just sitting in a tree with Jackson, eating popcorn, cake, bread and drinking milk. A wierd combina- how is melon master up there? He wondered, turned around and saw icefalconz battling the three golems for melon master, who was currently eating a melon slice up on the tree with the others. I like that kid. He thought as he charged Herobrine. Finally he reached him. Everyone stopped where they were. Herobrine just knelt there, awaiting his fait. With a downwards swing there was a loud shout. Charles froze. I can’t move. He thought. And then he was home.
Gb, icefalconz, RandomCow100, Melon Master and Jackson all stood around Charles who lay on the ground, unconscious. Jackson nudged him with his foot “Dude, get up dude.” Nothing happened. “Lets just get rid of him. Hey, whats this around his neck.” A locket, in the shape of a heart with a picture of his mother and father. Jacksons breath caught
Once upon a time… I bet that’s what you’re expecting, well let’s get this straight right here and now this is NOT some fairy tale. The guy doesn’t always get the girl and all the villains aren’t always slain. In this case though because you may believe this is a simple thing, let me tell you it’s not. Maybe you wish it was, but it isn’t this is a whole new world that has just been created and a whole new chain of events are going to come from this. Life isn’t simple and my stories aren’t either, when I write I put a little piece of me into each story because I care so much.
Weston, Weston is where I live it’s the town where all your dreams come true… well that’s what they advertise at least. I live in a small cottage over by the woods, a stream is seen in my backyard and it’s very peaceful. I live alone since I moved out at 16 after graduating college, I haven’t really depended on anyone for years. Apparently I am smart seeing as I graduated high school very early. My name’s Marcie, I’m 19 and turning 20 in November. I have blonde hair that’s dyed green at the bottom and crystal blue eyes. Weston is a small quaint town, but people aren’t able to see what I can. There’s a whole other world living in harmony with our own, I believe only I can see it because I traveled into the forest when I first arrived. People claim it’s haunted, but it actually holds the core of the other world.
-We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours
I quickly finished up at the bookstore since my shift was over, I high fived Daniel as he took over on his shift.
“Bye Dan,” I stated and received a nod in reply. Dan was a nice guy he has brown hair and brown eyes. He’s 24 and helped me a lot when I first came across this town. As I exited the store I noticed some of the other worlds creatures I smiled and then remembered to use the actual name of their safe haven,
“Clarencia,” I whispered while looking as the adorable creatures heads whipped my way. I waved and continued to walk down the parking lot, I pulled the keys for my truck out of my pocket and climbed in. Some of the creatures, were sitting up front with me, I giggled and patted the goblin’s head. Goblins had to be one of my favorite creatures. Most people thought they were disgusting, but they didn’t know these little guys were adorable and as sweet as pie. I smiled and pushed my thoughts away, I placed the key in the ignition and listen to the gentle roar of the truck.
As I soared down the street in my silver truck I noticed some little fluff balls had appeared, I smiled as the coal tars charged happily down the road with me. Suddenly I noticed someone jump out in the street, I immediately slammed on the breaks as the guy just stood there clasping something in his hands. I got out of the truck as fast as possible,
“You shouldn’t jump in the road like that! You okay?” I asked while clasping my chest, trying to even out my breathe.
“Huh? Oh yeah I’m alright, sorry…” he stated in a way that was gesturing for my name.
“Sorry, but I don’t give my name out to just anyone, what are you holding by the way?” I asked curiously.
“Oh okay then and I’m holding a fluff ball, see?” He stated and unclenched his hands. My face paled as I saw the poor coal tar trapped in his grasp.
“If it’s just a fluff ball why don’t you let go?” I asked, while trying not to freak out. I noticed we had moved to the side of the road and he said,
“I…. Wait most people can’t even see the fluff. You see it too?” He asked in shock.
“Yes I do. Now please let her go she’s struggling to breathe,” I stated and stepped forward.
“Alright, sorry little guy…” he whispered and released the poor coal tar. I slowly stepped away carefully retreating to my truck.
“Hey wait!” He called as I opened the truck’s door. I didn’t even glance at him before jumping in the truck and slamming the door shut. I quickly hit the lock button and turned the key, starting the ignition. The goblin could detect my fear and came over to nuzzle it’s large head on my lap. I gave a small smile and patted him before slamming my foot on the gas peddle. I maneuvered around the man and took off to my home.
-I never learn anything when talking, only when I ask questions
As I pulled into my driveway and was about to shut the door of my truck I looked at the goblin. I smiled and picked him up, then I shut the door and locked my truck. Then I struggled to open the door to my house, after finally getting it open I sat the goblin on the floor and collapsed onto the couch.
“Clarencia,” I whispered again with my eyes closed. Suddenly the world was filled with the voices of all the tiny creatures.
“Marcie!” The goblin cheered.
“What’s up Scar? I asked and pulled my head up.
“Who was that guy, the one crushing Poppy?” He asked worriedly.
“I’m not sure Scar, he didn’t mean to hurt her I can tell that much. I think he’s new to this way of living,” I responded and stretched, waking myself up in the process.
“Oh okay imma go take a nap then,” he replied and climbed into the dog bed that sat in the corner. I smiled and stood up, grabbing my keys and phone.
I shut the door quietly and quickly locked it before running into the forest. I followed the markings, that would be invisible to normal people, down to my favorite hiding place. I climbed the tree with my abnormal gloves, these gloves were black and purple. They could stick to anything, making them the perfect climbing partner.
“Now that I think about it these gloves could just be an illusion and I’m doing the actual climbing myself,” I mumbled to myself, contradicting life as always. Anyways as I made it to the correct branch, I stood on it and hopped to the next tree, landing inside my own treehouse. The tree house had been here for years, though it’s hard for normal people to reach.
“I’m stuck alone some more,
and people need to stop listening to folk lore,
because it just strangles the truth killing everything that really exists,
It takes this world and places messes into it,
there’s nothing good and nothing bad,
only things that make you sad,
everything is new and everything this old,
but not all friendships are made of gold,
things are crazy,
but everyone’s too lazy,
no one cares anymore,
the truth doesn’t always lead to the core,”
I sang while sitting on the window ledge. As I stared at the ground I heard a thud near the entrance to the treehouse. I whipped my head around and saw the guy from before, his black hair blowing on the wind and his shining emerald eyes.
“Was that you singing?” He asked.
“Um… yeah. First of all why do you care? Second of all why are you here?” I asked while slipping my legs out the window, ready to jump if needed.
“I care because I do and I’m here cause you wouldn’t let me talk back there,” He stated and approached a chair. As he flopped down on the grey bean bag I just stared.
“I don’t bite come on over!” He called.
“Alright speak!” I demanded as I landed on the purple fluffy chair.
“I’ve never interacted with these creatures before and that fluffy thing brushed up against me. I… I don’t know why, but I chased it and then caught it as I jumped in front of your truck. Thankfully you stopped otherwise you’d kill the fluff and me,” He stated while sighing.
“First off that creature is called a coal tar, her name is poppy. Second of all you were most likely compelled to chase it because it touched you. Third of all if I see something jump in front of my truck, no matter what it is I stop….” I trailed off. He blinked and then stated,
“How do you know the gender and name?” He asked surprised.
“You can’t hear them huh? You need to visit the core…” I mumbled.
“What was that?” He asked confused.
“Follow me!” I cheered and then jumped out the window.
-Life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself
I latched onto another tree’s lower branch, pulling myself up with what little experience I had. The guy looked down at me and shouted,
“ARE YOU CRAZY!”
“It’s always been a possibility!” I stated quietly. He sighed and sat on the ledge of the window. With one swift push he flew through the air, arms stretched out ready to grasp the tree’s branch. I moved over as his hands collided with the tree, I stuck out my hand to help. Only to have him push it away and perfectly push himself up.
“Ready?” I asked, as I grew closer to the end of the branch. He gave a nod and I trusted myself onto the next branch, not looking back I continued to hop from tree to tree.
The only sign that he’s was there was the faint huffing, from him catching his breathe.
“You alright?” I asked as he landed beside me. He held his hand out one finger held up, noticing he needed a minute I took a seat.
“Where are we going? How are you not out of breathe?” He asked with surprise hinting in his voice.
“We are going to the core. I do this for fun everyday and I was in gymnastics when I was little,” I replied and stretched my arms out. He nodded, then gave a thumbs up signaling he was ready. I smiled and once again began jumping from branch to branch.
After traveling for ten minutes or so, thanks to the guy, we arrived at the core. I smiled and took a deep breathe in, letting my sorrow flood out.
“Welcome to the core, also known as Clarencia!” I announced happily as the voices from the creatures flooded into my skull.
“I can hear them?!” He stated in surprise.
“Yep by the way…. What’s your name?” I asked stupidly.
“Oh it’s Trey,” he replied and continued to stare at the creatures who are also known as demons.
“Okay Trey I’m Marcie, nice to officially meet ya,” I stated and held out my arm for a handshake. He accepted my handshake and then asked,
“How is this possible?”
“Who knows it could be a figment of our imaginations or we could be mentally unstable. It’s also possible that this is all a dream and this is fake or maybe were in comas. It’s possible our brains have somehow mind linked as well, but who knows,” I stated and shrugged. He looked at me with wide eyes and was about to speak, but I shushed him.
“Don’t speak don’t try to speak, just take it all in. Don’t think too much, just let your mind wander. Nothing matters when you’re at the core,” I said and took a seat on an old log, he soon then followed in suite.
-Sanity is a cozy lie
After a half hour he finally adjusted to hearing the voices.
“How long have you been able to hear them?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and stated,
“About three years. As soon as I arrived here I entered the forest and found a slip of paper saying Clarencia. I read the name out loud like in every classic horror story and this happened.” He looked at me and poked my shoulder, gaining a smile as he did.
“Have you interacted with any of them?” He asked a small amount of carefulness hidden in his tone.
“I’ve interacted with the goblins, coal tars, kitsunes, cat sidhe, reapers, greenman, and a few more types,” I responded with a yawn.
“Follow me,” I stated and stood up. He gave a nod and followed as I began to walk through the woods.
As we arrived upon my cottage I pulled the keys from my pocket.
“One thing to warn you about, beware of my goblin Scar…” I said out of nowhere.
“Alright,” he replied as the door clicked open. After he walked in I shut the door and ran to my couch. Then performed a front flip, landing with my feet balanced on the cushions. He applauded with a smile,
“AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! The judges are holding up their scores and what do you know 10, 10, and 10!!!” He cheered goofily. I laughed as plopped down the on couch, suddenly a ball of green and red flew its way onto my lap.
“Clam down Scar! I’m sorry we didn’t mean to scare you,” I whispered and slowly rocked my little friend.
“Hehehehehe… TAG YOU’RE IT! He screamed. My worried face then dissipated as an evil grin approached.
“Scar~ what happens when we play tag?” I cooed. His smile faded and took off running into the kitchen. My neck cracked into place as I turned my head towards Trey.
“Have a seat while I deal with this,” I commanded and stood up beginning to walk out of the room.
Scar was cornered standing in the kitchen with fear in his eyes. I dove straight him, catching him in my arms.
“Tag~ you’re it,” I whispered and carried him to the living room. I brew the goblin on the couch and began to gently tickle his belly. I heard someone clear their throat and I gasped,
“Trey I’m so sorry I forgot all about you! I have no clue what came over me.”
“Heh it’s fine not the worst thing that’s ever happened,” he responded with a yawn.
“That’s good… I guess. I’m what time is it anyways?” I asked curiously.
“Around 11:19,” Trey responded tiredly.
“I have a guest room, you can spend the night if you want,” I told him with a straight face.
“If it’s not too much of a bother,” he responded somewhat happily.
After I showed him where he’d sleep, I waltzed down the hall into the bathroom. Soon enough I was done with my shower and realized I forgot my clothes in my bedroom. I opened the door and peeked out into the hallway, taking a few quick glances I sprinted into my room. I quickly changed into shorts and a tank top and hopped into my bed smiling as Scar came to cuddle with me.