The Mystery of Entity303
Book Three: A Gameknight999 Adventure: An Unofficial Minecrafter’s Adventure
Gameknight’s final showdown with Entity303 will take him to outer space!
Entity303, the dark villain who has poisoned vanilla Minecraft with dangerous and bizarre mods, is barely able to escape Mystcraft, leaving the surface of Minecraft in a giant rocket, Gameknight999 in pursuit. There’s only one place he could be heading with the kidnapped Weaver, the User-that-is-not-a-user realizes: he’s using the Galacticraft mod and has taken off for the moon!
Gameknight and Crafter follow behind, landing on a strange and barren lunar landscape, a world stranger and more alien (in more ways than one) than any other Minecraft mod. It’s here that they will have to battle moon monsters, find Entity303, rescue Weaver, and discover exactly what disastrous plans the mysterious figure has in mind for Minecraft, before it’s too late.
Come along with Gameknight999 on his most thrilling adventure yet, to a biome unlike anything else in the Overworld: outer space!
Excerpt from Mission to the Moon
Gameknight landed in a large room devoid of any noise. The silence was spooky . . . almost oppressive, making it seem as if a monster horde could jump out of the darkness at any instant. His breathing seemed amplified inside his helmet, the wheezy in and out being performed to the drum beat of his quickening heart. His nerves tingled as he waited for claws to reach out at him or arrows to streak through the thin Martian air . . . but the attack never came.
Forpech and Empech put glowstone torches on the walls, revealing a chamber lined with green bricks. Blocks of spider web clung to the walls and ceiling, but no fuzzy black monsters, with their eight terrible green eyes, were visible.
“Where are the monsters?” Gameknight asked softly. The silence made him want to be as quiet as possible.
“Are you complaining?” Hunter whispered.
“No, I just don’t like surprises, and no monsters waiting for us is a surprise.”
“The monster spawners have been removed, yes, yes,” Empech said, his high-pitched, screechy voice echoing off the brick walls. The volume of it, though at a normal speaking level, was shocking as it sliced through the stillness.
“One’s been removed over here as well,” Digger added from off to the side.
“Why would Entity303 take away the spawners?” Weaver asked. “That makes no sense. He could have just destroyed the monsters that were here and then left before any more creatures appeared.”
“Maybe he’s worried for our safety,” Hunter said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” Weaver agreed with a wry smile.
“I think it’s safe to say, Entity303 didn’t destroy the spawners to make it easy on us,” Crafter said. “We all know that’s not his way. He’d rather we suffered as much as possible, and destroying the spawners is the opposite.”
“Hmmm . . . we must proceed with caution, yes, yes” Empech said. “Expect the unexpected and be ready, that is Empech’s advice.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious,” Hunter said.
Stitcher punched her in the arm.
“Ouch . . . you keep hitting me in the same spot.”
“That’s because you keep saying dumb things,” the younger sister replied.
“We must continue on,” Forpech grumbled, his deep voice making the walls of the dungeon vibrate just a bit. “Hmmm . . . we must find the Mars Boss and determine what he knows about our enemy, Entity303.”
“Right.” Gameknight drew his steeleaf shield and held it before him, enchanted diamond sword also at the ready. Waves of iridescent light flowed from the weapon, painting the walls with a faint purple glow, but not enough light to really see anything in the passage. “Weaver, up front with me. We need to place glowstone torches as we go.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Digger, you collect the torches as we move through the dungeon, so we won’t run out.”
The big NPC nodded, then scooped Tux up with his left hand, his big pickaxe in his right.
“Come on, everyone.”
Gameknight moved through the dark passage, scanning the ground for pressure plates, trip wires or holes. It would be just like Entity303 to leave behind some traps. They moved through the tunnel in complete silence, only the sounds of their footsteps echoing off the walls. The lack of any other noise made everything around them seem so much louder: the clank of iron armor, the scrape of a sword against the wall, the sound of a glowstone torch being broken. The silence in the dungeon was almost deafening, stretching their nerves to the limit.
The passage led to another chamber. And as before, it had been swept clean of monsters and spawners. The only evidence anything had ever been there were the two holes in the ground where the spawners had once been placed.
Water dripped from overhead. The sound of the splashing droplet on the ground made Gameknight jump.
“What was that?” Digger asked.
“Water from the ceiling,” Gameknight replied.
“Why is there water up there?” Stitcher asked. “I didn’t see any lakes or rivers on the surface.”
Gameknight shrugged. “It’s just the way some of these dungeons are programmed. They’ve always been this way.”
“Well, I don’t like it,” Hunter said.
“I’ll let Micdoodle8, the developer of GalactiCraft, know that . . . if I ever see him,” Gameknight replied with a smirk.
“Wait, that was sarcastic, but you didn’t punch him,” Hunter complained to her younger sister.
“His sarcastic comments are at least funny,” Stitcher replied with a smile.
“Funny . . . you call that funny?”
Stitcher punched her sibling lightly in the arm, then laughed.
“Come on,” Gameknight said. “Let’s get to the next chamber.”
They moved quickly through the dungeon, the green bricks that lined the walls and floors creating an eerie look in the light of the glowstone torches. The occasional splatter of water drops from the ceiling continued, each drip sounding like a thunderous deluge in the empty silence. Gameknight’s heart thumped in his chest, pounding faster and faster as they moved through the dungeon. When they reached the next chamber, Gameknight charged in, ready for a monstrous response. But like the first, this room was completely devoid of monsters, the spawners destroyed.
“This is gonna be easy,” Hunter said.
“Shhh . . . you’re gonna jinx it,” Weaver said.
“Pffft, no big deal,” she added.
“Come on, let’s keep moving,” Gameknight said as he dashed through the chamber and through the dark passage.
They passed through more empty chambers, each like the last.
“I don’t like this,” Crafter said after going through yet another vacant room. “Entity303 would never do something that might make it easier for us.”
“I agree,” said the User-that-is-not-a-user, “but let’s just keep moving.”
They ran through the passage, turning to the left and right, then entered another room that seemed larger than the rest, the walls shrouded in darkness. Again, there were no monsters visible. They moved through the chamber and headed into the next corridor, Gameknight and Weaver leading, Digger and Crafter bringing up the rear.
Suddenly, the User-that-is-not-a-user skidded to a stop. A huge wall of cobblestone blocked off the tunnel, stretching from floor to ceiling.
“What is this?” Weaver asked.
“I don’t think this is supposed to be here,” Gameknight said. “Likely Entity303 built it.”
“But what is he trying to keep us from?” Herder asked.
“Perhaps the wall was not meant to keep us out,” Forpech said. “Hmmm . . . but instead meant to just keep us here.”
“But why would that annoying user want to just stop us here. He knows we could just dig through this obstacle?” Gameknight said.
He glanced at Digger. The stocky NPC placed Tux on the ground and moved to the wall. With a gigantic swing, he smashed his pickaxe into the cobblestone. Cracks spread across the face as he tore into the cube until finally it broke. But behind it was another block. Digger carved into that block as well until it disappeared, revealing another block of cobblestone behind that.
“Hmmm . . . perhaps there is more to this wall than meets the eye,” Forpech said.
Squawk, squawk! Tux suddenly screamed from the back of the passage.
“Tux, be quiet; we need to figure this out,” Gameknight chided.
Squawk, squawk, squawk.
“What is wrong with that penguin?” Hunter said as she peered into the hole Digger had carved.
Suddenly, a moan filled the passage. It caused Gameknight to freeze as fingers of dread clawed into his soul, making him shiver. A clicking accompanied the sorrowful wails, followed by the clattering of bones.
“I don’t think we’re alone in here,” Crafter said in a soft voice.
“You think?” Hunter asked.
Stitcher punched her sister in the arm, then drew her bow and notched an arrow. Herder ran down the length of the passage and placed a glowstone torch on the ground, then retreated. As they watched, zombies in glowing armor, complete with space helmets and oxygen tanks, moved into the light, followed by spiders and skeletons, their eyes all glaring at the intruders.
“We have no way out,” Digger moaned, his voice cracking with fear. He hacked away at the cobblestone wall, but found layer after layer of stone.
“It seems we have few choices, yes, yes,” Empech said.
The little gray gnome moved away from the monsters and backed against the cobblestone wall.
“I won’t let a bunch of monsters slow us down.” Gameknight glanced at Digger. “Get to work on this wall. We need a way through as quickly as possible.”
“What are you going to do?” Crafter asked.
“The only thing I’m good for,” Gameknight replied.
He tossed his shield to Empech, then drew his iron sword. Turning, the User-that-is-not-a-user faced the approaching mob, then yelled with all his might as he charged, “FOR MINECRAFT!”