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Rest in Peace As We Will Forget You
The Creeper is one of the most feared mobs throughout Minecraft. Yet it all started with a simple story, on a simple day. The day started out like any typical day in Minecraft. The sun would shine and the trees would sway and the caves would echo. Then there was Him. Unlike most rumors about the Creeper, he wasn't someone who would creep or be threatening in any way; he was kind and gentle... and he was a man.
Many call him by many names, unfortunately no one knowing who he really was, he was simply known as someone that gave the creeps. Only time had embraced his memories and who he was as he passed away. The Creeper was but a simple and humble man who woke up every morning to mine and craft, whistling as he did. A curious young fella was he, being interested in every new thing he could hear or smell. His eyes captivated by the most minimal detail in a chunk.
This man would get up every morning to gather along with the rest of the men to do the days work. little did he know that this particular day, the leaves swayed slower. The sun delaying it's shine, this day was going to change his life.
As he was with the men, for the hundredth time, mining hard and deep into the rock that made the hollows of the caves, this man glimpsed a sudden spark in between the cracks of a particular darker rock. His own curiosity scared him and decided not to mine further. Later in the afternoon, after the men had gone up to eat, the young man proceeded to descend
upon the darkness of the cave. He proceeded to descend faster as his weak torch slowly gave in to the icy cold of it's hollow entrails.
The young man caught glimpse of the rock. Hard as the hardest rock and dark as the darkest cave; almost giving a purple glow. As sweat came down his face as he more violently smashed the rock with his dying pickaxe; the rock slowly crumbled. As it crumbled, the spark he caught glimpse before appeared and became brighter then ever.
As he broke another piece of the rock, he slowly went through it's thin gasping cracks.
The young man held his breath at what he saw. A long fall don to the depths of bedrock, where the burning breath of lava called for him. His eye caught glimpse of the shine once more. A diamond. A single diamond engraved deep within the rock grasping it. The lad looked down, gulped, and stared into the very core of the diamond that was facing him. He slowly crossed his feet and legs through cracks and spots to avoid falling into his death.
He had not slept for several days. The last time his fading memory caught glimpse of sleep was a few days back at the inn of a nearby town. But it can't. It couldn't. He was too far away and would not reincarnate as he was too far and his energy had been drained. He was too deep anyways. It was best to move on. Carefully balancing his feet against a nearby wall, he tried reaching into the diamond. His chest could feel the cold of the fall and the heat of it's lava. slowly taking out his pickaxe he slammed it unto the rock. The rock gave out a cry and slowly cracked, revealing to a greater magnitude the beauty of the awaiting diamond.
As his eyes weakened over the glow of this gem, his legs began to weaken. His body unable to resist the ecstasy of his find. His legs slowly bent and lost control. He eyes shock and grabbed a wall as he slipped. He still held on. Upon his last moments before meeting the true death, he pledged and bargained with God. Yet he was only responded by the silence of the cave and the moans of his bloody hands as he struggled to grab hold pieces of rock.
At last He gave in and fell down the depths of the cave, being enveloped and taken by the lava itself as it hid him from view. As death circled and dived into the heat of the magma for him, he slowly pulled out and evaporated with the cold air. He did not die.
And as always, He was spared by our Lord Notch and lived out the rest of his days peacefully and happily as he told his daring story to his grandchildren. Yet I would be lying If I told you this. Alas life is not always forgiven nor compassionate for the fate of some. Although much alive, His body was burned, unable to be recognized. His limbs had suffered greatly.
After what was left of his dying body was discovered and pulled from the caverns, the locals offered themselves to the task of nursing him back to a normal life again. Yet this would not happen. His speech would be lost and after the loss of his limbs and feet, the skin of his body began rotting. Many refused to care for him and hid him from view. The locals preached witchcraft and his family burned. Yet a servant of one of the locals took pity on this dying soul and decided to move him deep into the woods. It was there that he was nursed to health and remembered what had happened to him.
After he found out what the village had done to his family, he swore to never again look upon the face of a human again. It went on until he met a mage of decaying age. Although his name was never spoken or written, it is said they made a pact to give him life for eternity for a price.
(going to sleep, will finish the story later)
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We could do with writers like you over at The Writers Club.
We also need help getting more people to visit. :D
and will spread the word.
So, what now?
Huge News! (random thing out of my mind)
remember that Olagen Research Map? Well I'm going to be publishing a blog dedicated to stories around that time and events leading up to the map.
The Olagen Files
(also containing useful schematics for your everday modern new world order plans)
Can't wait for The Olagen Files! It sounds like a great way to really get the story across, and get more people into the map!
We could both make a blog about The Writers Club. I can give you more info about Ultimi Guild, just go to members and type in Ultimi_Guild and read it's desc. I'm working fast and hard on this! :D
P.M me for further details.