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Steve stepped out of his beautiful rustic house in the city of Minecraftia. His rustic house behind him was built with his own hands, and he collected all the resources himself. ‘What a lovely day,’ Steve murmured to himself as he stepped out onto the street. He started heading towards the town center. Over 500 minecraftians lived in Minecraftia, and Steve was very grateful to be a part of that community. Passing his friend Fred’s house, he greeted Fred. As he reached the town’s center, he began to trade with the minecraftians that were merchants, who had stands in the town center. He also paid a visit to the traveling merchant’s stand. The travelling merchants were villagers. Villagers had the basic instinct to survive, and gather resources, and build basic structures, but they also had the instinct to gain emeralds.
According to Minecraftia’s top historians, minecraftians were once villagers. But slowly some villagers began to create, craft, and think. They began to be creative, have understandings, opinions, and feelings. So these villagers left their villages in search of more, a group of them met together and began a city that would later become Minecraftia. “That is what separates villagers and minecraftians,” Steve remembered the head historian saying at one of his seminars “Villagers can survive, but we can truly innovate.” Steve though this over as he approached. When he got there, he was thinking about his childhood as a minecraftian. He lived a regular childhood, with no family troubles as an only child, and many friends growing up. ‘I should go visit my parents.’ Steve though as he asked the villager about how much a lapis lazuli piece was. (Lapis lazuli was rare, and only available from the travelling merchants.) As he did so, a large explosion rocked the town.
The explosion came from the West sector of Minecraftia, and his parents lived there. Just after, he saw some West sector citizens say the entire of the West sector was on fire, and most houses were completely blown away by a massive explosion. Steve fell to his knees, “My parents…” he said in a chocked voice, tears dripping at his eyes. What he saw next though shocked him more. A horde of ghasts was flying toward the center of town. Steve had only heard of these Nether creatures in books and legends. Never had he thought that they would invade the city. With a scream a ghast fired a fireball straight into the Town Center. Fire ripped at Steve’s clothes and skin. Feeling the burn keenly, he fought to keep his mind and body under control, and come up with a plan. Through all the thoughts whizzing through his mind, he had one constant one, “Go home.” So Steve stumbled around craters as more fireballs and screams filled the air, followed by more explosions and screams.
As Steve reached his house, the Town Center had been destroyed, and all the surrounding buildings. Now the ghast horde was moving to the North sector, Steve’s sector. Steve felt the heat of the fires and fireballs tearing at his clothes. As he reached his house, he stormed inside and upstairs. Looking out his window he saw a dreaded sight. A Nether portal, easily a 20x20 one, had appeared in the West sector. At that moment, a huge bright purple light shone from the Nether portal, so much Steve had to close his eyes. When he could see again, after blinking away tears, he saw a terrible sight. The Ender Dragon, a creature of terror from myths and legends, was now flying above this town. As far in records of all history, this was the only settlement of minecraftians, and Steve realized, that there would be none left after this assault. Throwing on his precious diamond chestplate, and grabbing his iron sword, he raced out of the house. Just as he was exiting a fireball smashed into the upstairs bedroom. Fire burned Steve, and he tumbled to the ground. Dazed, he got up and continued.
Steve ran and ran. His ears still were ringing from the blast that destroyed his house, and he ignored any of the screams, ghasts and citizens. As he left the city’s boundaries, he stopped on a hill and turned around, taking in the sight. What he saw caused him to fall to his knees. All the creation, the beautiful gardens and statues, the countless structures, and also the people, they were in chaos. Chaos reigned inside the city, with fire as its sword. The deadly heat engulfed everything. There were countless fireballs constantly in the air. A haze spread above the city, and smoke blocked out the sun. Embers floated in the air. Steve let out an anguished cry at the destruction, all the beauty and life ripped from the city so forcefully. As he turned away to run, a ghast spotted him. With a piercing shriek it spit a deadly fire charge right at Steve. Steve dove quickly left, but it wasn’t enough, the blast curved and hit him square in the chest. The diamond armor split down the middle and shattered, and Steve flew backwards at an incredible speed. Unfortunately, Steve flew right towards the West sector, and straight into the Nether portal. The last thing he saw was purple, and then he blacked out.
When Steve came to his senses, he saw his friend Fred above him. ‘I must be in Herobrine’s realm.’ Steve thought. As he sat up he was aware of a sharp pain in his ribs. “Don’t sit up Steve.” Fred said.
“What happened?” Steve asked.
“The city was blown away, there was nothing left. The ghasts left after they flattened the city. I was unconscious under the ruins of my house, and my armor saved me, just as yours saved your life. I was looking out my window when you took that fire charge to your chest, and just after my house was hit. It collapsed and I was trapped. Later, after I came to my senses, I explored every sector of Minecraftia, there was nothing left Steve, nothing! Bodies littered the streets, with white eyes. All these people didn’t respawn Steve, they are all gone! Herobrine has taken them. Everyone and everything is gone Steve, and then I followed you into the Nether portal, and here we are.”
“Everything is gone?” Steve asked, a pain was building up in his throat, and tears, hot an and stinging in his cuts, began to stream down his face. “Are you sure they were taken by Herobrine?”
“Yes Steve, I checked their eyes, white and without life.” Fred replied as his expression darkened. ”You should know Steve, because you died once, and respawned as a child.” Steve, when he was young, once decided to go see what a creeper was. It was during school hours, and he was unsure of what creepers were. He walked up and it exploded, leaving Steve’s belongings all over the place. The teachers were distraught, and when Steve respawned he was back in the town center, for that was where the spawn was. He was shaken, and had no memory of anything aside from the basics. He was retaught everything he had already learned in school and given his belongings, along with a stern talking from his parents. Steve knew what it was like to die, and the feeling of emptiness that followed.
Steve looked around. He was surrounded with objects from myth and legend, netherrack, soul sand, and loads of lava. He realized he must be in the Nether. “What happened to the portal?” Steve asked with growing panic at the thought of being stuck in the Nether.
“It disappeared after I came through.” Fred replied “We should probably go and try and find another one. Many have said that many Nether portals were left behind, and they led back to the Overworld.”
“Let’s get going then.” Steve replied with a sigh. The tears on his face had stopped and the huge task ahead of him was now taking full effect on him. He was overwhelmed, but there was no telling if a ghast would appear any moment, and they needed to get moving. He stood up, and dusted himself off. After tightening his grip on his sword, he examined his friend. Fred was tired, dirty, and also had no armor. He was clutching an iron sword like Steve’s, and he walked with a tiny limp to the right side. Steve noticed this, and said “We both look terrible, and are in no state for a journey across this horrible place.”
Fred replied with an unhappy laugh “Well, reality never stopped us before has it Steve?” Steve laughed dryly and nodded to the direction they were going. With little more conversation, they walked on. The entire day they walked, talking about different things, ranging from their surroundings, to telling different tales about Minecraftia, which deeply saddened Steve.
As they continued walking Steve tripped. He fell down a slight hill and lay still. Fred rushed down, and checked to see if Steve was ok.
“Steve! You okay?” Fred asked.
“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” Steve replied, and with a smile they started laughing, for it felt good to only worry about a fall down a hill than making it through the Nether. They laughed for a while, and then they continued on their journey.
“You miss home, don’t you Steve?” Fred asked after a strenuous long silence between them.
“Yes, Fred, I miss home, but I miss the Overworld too, I wish I was back there, and I would give anything for a Nether portal back.” Steve replied, tears beginning to form in his eyes. As they continued, they came across a great ravine. Surprised by this, as they hadn’t encountered any landscape challenges on their journey so far, they contemplated what to do. Neither wanted to turn back, but they thought making the jump was too risky.
“We have to make the jump, there is no other way Steve” said Fred.
“But what if we don’t make it Fred? What do we do then? If only one of us makes it! We can’t go back because we will lose hours of progress, and if we jump we could both be killed.”
“Steve, death here means nothing to me; all our brethren as far as I am concerned, are dead. We are the last two Steve! Just us, and if anyone of the villagers comes to remember us, it will be because we tried everything. They will remember us because we survived that. Everyone who survived and the villagers will remember us because of our bravery! We lived Steve! We survived! We did the impossible! Now it is time for us to take a risk, because people will remember us because at least one of us will make that jump! And if one of us is going to die here, then let him die, but not in vain, for we will go down in history as the two Minecraftians that played the odds to live, and one of them did! Steve, I would make that jump no matter what the distance, if it gave us even the slightest of progress.”
Steve was taken aback, his friend Fred was usually a joking character, but now he was deadly serious. With a resolute nod Steve backed up to jump. He and Fred ran together and with a cry jumped across the 15 block gap. The ledge they were jumping to was considerably lower than them, but it still would be a stretch to land it. They dropped their swords; for they would only wear them down (they needed to be as light as possible.) Whilst in the air, just as his feet were leaving the rock, Steve heard a sound that sent terror straight into the depths of his soul, a ghast’s cry. With a start he realized that a fire charge just was launched at them! He quickly realized that he needed to aim his landing, but it was too late, for he misjudged the distance and fell on the edge, hanging on for dear life. Fred wasn’t so lucky; he fell lower than Steve, and was hanging on to the side of the cliff face. For the first time Steve realized the river of lava beneath them was flowing awfully fast. He tried pulling himself up, but the netherrack was unstable and he couldn’t. “I can’t get up Fred!” Steve shouted down.
“Steve, I’ll get you up!” Fred shouted back. He then let go of one of his handholds that was saving his life, and with a cry of pain and agony, he pushed Steve’s foot up. Steve strained to get up. Just as his foot was pushed up, the ghast’s fire charge hit the wall next to them, causing the netherrack to become loose and unsteady. Fred dropped back to his original position, and realized with a start his handhold was crumbling. Steve was now on the ledge safely, and he lied down on his stomach and reached for Fred. “Fred! Take my hand!” he cried with agony.
“I’m sorry Steve, so, so sorry. I’ll distract the ghast, now run!” Fred rambled with a shout.
“Don’t talk like that Fred! I’ll get you out!” Steve desperately reached.
“It’s done for me Steve. Make sure that I am remembered in the tales and legends. That I died for helping you live! Make them remember all who died. You can do it Steve!”
“Fred! Don’t stop fighting the Nether! We can beat it! We can both get out of this!”
“Goodbye Steve, remember me!” Fred shouted. At that moment, the ghast fired another fire charge, right at Fred. Fred looked at it, and then looked at Steve. With a wink, he then let go, and fell down into the lava. Steve leant up right as the fire charge hit, but still was unfazed by the blast.
“FRED! NO!!!!!! Fred…” Steve fell to his knees and began sobbing. Fred, the joking character who kept him company every day as a child, the friend who always told him it would be okay if he was down, who never forgot his birthday, and always dropped what he was doing to help Steve. He was gone.
Steve then looked through his tears, blinking them away, and turned around. He saw a tunnel, and followed it. It brought him back to the top level of netherrack, and he was on the other side of the ravine. Turning around then he saw a Nether portal. He began running, for he wanted nothing more to do with the Nether. Just before it he saw a horde of zombie pigmen. He suddenly was full with such rage, such uncontrollable fury and sadness, a fury that told him kill these creatures that murdered everyone, kill them and end this entire madness. Struck with this emotion, he readied his fists, and charged in.
If Steve hadn’t been so full of rage, he would’ve been killed in an instant. A pack of angry pigmen is very dangerous, but Steve (who was flooded with adrenaline) had heightened senses, and therefore prevailed. As he went in, he took out 2 with flying punches, and another after a moment. Taking up the fallen pigmen’s swords, one in each hand, he began an onslaught. The battle lasted about half an hour, and at the end, Steve was barely touched, and had gone through many golden swords. Throwing down the swords he was using, he looked in disgust at the slaughter ground the area had become. Passing countless pigmen’s swords and bodies, he headed towards the Nether portal. He said one goodbye, and then jumped through.
When Steve came to his senses, he was lying on the ground in the middle of a forest. He was in the Overworld! He jumped up and shouted with joy. The Sun was just rising over the tops of the trees, and some peaceful cows were grazing nearby in the clearing. Steve took a moment to reflect everything that happened, and then said with conviction he never thought he could have “It’s time to build, build it all back up. I managed to survive, and I will not rest until I find Minecraftia again, and any other survivors. But now, I must work to survive. I will survive."
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According to Minecraftia’s top historians, minecraftians were once villagers. But slowly some villagers began to create, craft, and think. They began to be creative, have understandings, opinions, and feelings. So these villagers left their villages in search of more, a group of them met together and began a city that would later become Minecraftia. “That is what separates villagers and minecraftians,” Steve remembered the head historian saying at one of his seminars “Villagers can survive, but we can truly innovate.” Steve though this over as he approached. When he got there, he was thinking about his childhood as a minecraftian. He lived a regular childhood, with no family troubles as an only child, and many friends growing up. ‘I should go visit my parents.’ Steve though as he asked the villager about how much a lapis lazuli piece was. (Lapis lazuli was rare, and only available from the travelling merchants.) As he did so, a large explosion rocked the town.
The explosion came from the West sector of Minecraftia, and his parents lived there. Just after, he saw some West sector citizens say the entire of the West sector was on fire, and most houses were completely blown away by a massive explosion. Steve fell to his knees, “My parents…” he said in a chocked voice, tears dripping at his eyes. What he saw next though shocked him more. A horde of ghasts was flying toward the center of town. Steve had only heard of these Nether creatures in books and legends. Never had he thought that they would invade the city. With a scream a ghast fired a fireball straight into the Town Center. Fire ripped at Steve’s clothes and skin. Feeling the burn keenly, he fought to keep his mind and body under control, and come up with a plan. Through all the thoughts whizzing through his mind, he had one constant one, “Go home.” So Steve stumbled around craters as more fireballs and screams filled the air, followed by more explosions and screams.
As Steve reached his house, the Town Center had been destroyed, and all the surrounding buildings. Now the ghast horde was moving to the North sector, Steve’s sector. Steve felt the heat of the fires and fireballs tearing at his clothes. As he reached his house, he stormed inside and upstairs. Looking out his window he saw a dreaded sight. A Nether portal, easily a 20x20 one, had appeared in the West sector. At that moment, a huge bright purple light shone from the Nether portal, so much Steve had to close his eyes. When he could see again, after blinking away tears, he saw a terrible sight. The Ender Dragon, a creature of terror from myths and legends, was now flying above this town. As far in records of all history, this was the only settlement of minecraftians, and Steve realized, that there would be none left after this assault. Throwing on his precious diamond chestplate, and grabbing his iron sword, he raced out of the house. Just as he was exiting a fireball smashed into the upstairs bedroom. Fire burned Steve, and he tumbled to the ground. Dazed, he got up and continued.
Steve ran and ran. His ears still were ringing from the blast that destroyed his house, and he ignored any of the screams, ghasts and citizens. As he left the city’s boundaries, he stopped on a hill and turned around, taking in the sight. What he saw caused him to fall to his knees. All the creation, the beautiful gardens and statues, the countless structures, and also the people, they were in chaos. Chaos reigned inside the city, with fire as its sword. The deadly heat engulfed everything. There were countless fireballs constantly in the air. A haze spread above the city, and smoke blocked out the sun. Embers floated in the air. Steve let out an anguished cry at the destruction, all the beauty and life ripped from the city so forcefully. As he turned away to run, a ghast spotted him. With a piercing shriek it spit a deadly fire charge right at Steve. Steve dove quickly left, but it wasn’t enough, the blast curved and hit him square in the chest. The diamond armor split down the middle and shattered, and Steve flew backwards at an incredible speed. Unfortunately, Steve flew right towards the West sector, and straight into the Nether portal. The last thing he saw was purple, and then he blacked out.
When Steve came to his senses, he saw his friend Fred above him. ‘I must be in Herobrine’s realm.’ Steve thought. As he sat up he was aware of a sharp pain in his ribs. “Don’t sit up Steve.” Fred said.
“What happened?” Steve asked.
“The city was blown away, there was nothing left. The ghasts left after they flattened the city. I was unconscious under the ruins of my house, and my armor saved me, just as yours saved your life. I was looking out my window when you took that fire charge to your chest, and just after my house was hit. It collapsed and I was trapped. Later, after I came to my senses, I explored every sector of Minecraftia, there was nothing left Steve, nothing! Bodies littered the streets, with white eyes. All these people didn’t respawn Steve, they are all gone! Herobrine has taken them. Everyone and everything is gone Steve, and then I followed you into the Nether portal, and here we are.”
“Everything is gone?” Steve asked, a pain was building up in his throat, and tears, hot an and stinging in his cuts, began to stream down his face. “Are you sure they were taken by Herobrine?”
“Yes Steve, I checked their eyes, white and without life.” Fred replied as his expression darkened. ”You should know Steve, because you died once, and respawned as a child.” Steve, when he was young, once decided to go see what a creeper was. It was during school hours, and he was unsure of what creepers were. He walked up and it exploded, leaving Steve’s belongings all over the place. The teachers were distraught, and when Steve respawned he was back in the town center, for that was where the spawn was. He was shaken, and had no memory of anything aside from the basics. He was retaught everything he had already learned in school and given his belongings, along with a stern talking from his parents. Steve knew what it was like to die, and the feeling of emptiness that followed.
Steve looked around. He was surrounded with objects from myth and legend, netherrack, soul sand, and loads of lava. He realized he must be in the Nether. “What happened to the portal?” Steve asked with growing panic at the thought of being stuck in the Nether.
“It disappeared after I came through.” Fred replied “We should probably go and try and find another one. Many have said that many Nether portals were left behind, and they led back to the Overworld.”
“Let’s get going then.” Steve replied with a sigh. The tears on his face had stopped and the huge task ahead of him was now taking full effect on him. He was overwhelmed, but there was no telling if a ghast would appear any moment, and they needed to get moving. He stood up, and dusted himself off. After tightening his grip on his sword, he examined his friend. Fred was tired, dirty, and also had no armor. He was clutching an iron sword like Steve’s, and he walked with a tiny limp to the right side. Steve noticed this, and said “We both look terrible, and are in no state for a journey across this horrible place.”
Fred replied with an unhappy laugh “Well, reality never stopped us before has it Steve?” Steve laughed dryly and nodded to the direction they were going. With little more conversation, they walked on. The entire day they walked, talking about different things, ranging from their surroundings, to telling different tales about Minecraftia, which deeply saddened Steve.
As they continued walking Steve tripped. He fell down a slight hill and lay still. Fred rushed down, and checked to see if Steve was ok.
“Steve! You okay?” Fred asked.
“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” Steve replied, and with a smile they started laughing, for it felt good to only worry about a fall down a hill than making it through the Nether. They laughed for a while, and then they continued on their journey.
“You miss home, don’t you Steve?” Fred asked after a strenuous long silence between them.
“Yes, Fred, I miss home, but I miss the Overworld too, I wish I was back there, and I would give anything for a Nether portal back.” Steve replied, tears beginning to form in his eyes. As they continued, they came across a great ravine. Surprised by this, as they hadn’t encountered any landscape challenges on their journey so far, they contemplated what to do. Neither wanted to turn back, but they thought making the jump was too risky.
“We have to make the jump, there is no other way Steve” said Fred.
“But what if we don’t make it Fred? What do we do then? If only one of us makes it! We can’t go back because we will lose hours of progress, and if we jump we could both be killed.”
“Steve, death here means nothing to me; all our brethren as far as I am concerned, are dead. We are the last two Steve! Just us, and if anyone of the villagers comes to remember us, it will be because we tried everything. They will remember us because we survived that. Everyone who survived and the villagers will remember us because of our bravery! We lived Steve! We survived! We did the impossible! Now it is time for us to take a risk, because people will remember us because at least one of us will make that jump! And if one of us is going to die here, then let him die, but not in vain, for we will go down in history as the two Minecraftians that played the odds to live, and one of them did! Steve, I would make that jump no matter what the distance, if it gave us even the slightest of progress.”
Steve was taken aback, his friend Fred was usually a joking character, but now he was deadly serious. With a resolute nod Steve backed up to jump. He and Fred ran together and with a cry jumped across the 15 block gap. The ledge they were jumping to was considerably lower than them, but it still would be a stretch to land it. They dropped their swords; for they would only wear them down (they needed to be as light as possible.) Whilst in the air, just as his feet were leaving the rock, Steve heard a sound that sent terror straight into the depths of his soul, a ghast’s cry. With a start he realized that a fire charge just was launched at them! He quickly realized that he needed to aim his landing, but it was too late, for he misjudged the distance and fell on the edge, hanging on for dear life. Fred wasn’t so lucky; he fell lower than Steve, and was hanging on to the side of the cliff face. For the first time Steve realized the river of lava beneath them was flowing awfully fast. He tried pulling himself up, but the netherrack was unstable and he couldn’t. “I can’t get up Fred!” Steve shouted down.
“Steve, I’ll get you up!” Fred shouted back. He then let go of one of his handholds that was saving his life, and with a cry of pain and agony, he pushed Steve’s foot up. Steve strained to get up. Just as his foot was pushed up, the ghast’s fire charge hit the wall next to them, causing the netherrack to become loose and unsteady. Fred dropped back to his original position, and realized with a start his handhold was crumbling. Steve was now on the ledge safely, and he lied down on his stomach and reached for Fred. “Fred! Take my hand!” he cried with agony.
“I’m sorry Steve, so, so sorry. I’ll distract the ghast, now run!” Fred rambled with a shout.
“Don’t talk like that Fred! I’ll get you out!” Steve desperately reached.
“It’s done for me Steve. Make sure that I am remembered in the tales and legends. That I died for helping you live! Make them remember all who died. You can do it Steve!”
“Fred! Don’t stop fighting the Nether! We can beat it! We can both get out of this!”
“Goodbye Steve, remember me!” Fred shouted. At that moment, the ghast fired another fire charge, right at Fred. Fred looked at it, and then looked at Steve. With a wink, he then let go, and fell down into the lava. Steve leant up right as the fire charge hit, but still was unfazed by the blast.
“FRED! NO!!!!!! Fred…” Steve fell to his knees and began sobbing. Fred, the joking character who kept him company every day as a child, the friend who always told him it would be okay if he was down, who never forgot his birthday, and always dropped what he was doing to help Steve. He was gone.
Steve then looked through his tears, blinking them away, and turned around. He saw a tunnel, and followed it. It brought him back to the top level of netherrack, and he was on the other side of the ravine. Turning around then he saw a Nether portal. He began running, for he wanted nothing more to do with the Nether. Just before it he saw a horde of zombie pigmen. He suddenly was full with such rage, such uncontrollable fury and sadness, a fury that told him kill these creatures that murdered everyone, kill them and end this entire madness. Struck with this emotion, he readied his fists, and charged in.
If Steve hadn’t been so full of rage, he would’ve been killed in an instant. A pack of angry pigmen is very dangerous, but Steve (who was flooded with adrenaline) had heightened senses, and therefore prevailed. As he went in, he took out 2 with flying punches, and another after a moment. Taking up the fallen pigmen’s swords, one in each hand, he began an onslaught. The battle lasted about half an hour, and at the end, Steve was barely touched, and had gone through many golden swords. Throwing down the swords he was using, he looked in disgust at the slaughter ground the area had become. Passing countless pigmen’s swords and bodies, he headed towards the Nether portal. He said one goodbye, and then jumped through.
When Steve came to his senses, he was lying on the ground in the middle of a forest. He was in the Overworld! He jumped up and shouted with joy. The Sun was just rising over the tops of the trees, and some peaceful cows were grazing nearby in the clearing. Steve took a moment to reflect everything that happened, and then said with conviction he never thought he could have “It’s time to build, build it all back up. I managed to survive, and I will not rest until I find Minecraftia again, and any other survivors. But now, I must work to survive. I will survive."
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