If people want me to, I'll make more of this. I'm posting this to see what people think of it, and if they like it.

(By the way, Cruvus is an island month)

Here goes:

Minecraft: Abakio s story



Hello there. My name is Abaki and this is my tale.







Cruvus 1st:



Hello. Today I decided to start a journal my papa made out of some leather and paper. Io m Abaki, and I live on a distant island, my namesake, Abaki Island. Ito s a sunny island, cut off from the rest of the world. My papa says thereo s more land and people out there, beyond the sea, but no one really knows. Today began as usual. I awoke to the sound of a furnace, and papa telling me to wake up. I crawled out of my hammock and asked Papa what todayo s job was. o Abaki, I want you to head into the village and collect some wheat and meats.o I walked out from the hut and gazed upon the morning rays of the sun bouncing off the ocean and turning it golden. Turning off down the path, I picked up my stick and set off towards the village. As I walked along, I spied a Chicken. As I was feeling a little hungry, I crept up wind of it. Before it could turn around at me, I hit it over the head with my stick. The chicken squawked and raced off, staggering about like a zombie; the chase was on! Chickens are fast, but not very smart. It wasno t long before the half blinded chicken ran into a tree. Seizing my chance, I cracked it over the head again with my stick. It fell to the ground. I slung the chicken over my shoulder and continued to walk onwards.







Eventually, I arrived at the village. People were either carrying wooden planks over their shoulders or preparing market stalls- in a few days, the Notch festival would begin. Ito s a time of harmony, where people eat, sing, dance, and thank the god Notch for all he created. I entered into the butchero s. o Hullo there, Abaki. The usual I presume?o I nodded in agreement. He went to the back of the shop for a few seconds, and then came back holding three steaks and a pork chop. I tucked the meat into my pouch and walked out. Just as I was about to go to the wheat stall, I heard some shouts. o Creeper!o People rushed around in panic. What was a creeper doing this close to town? o Ito s heading for the Notch statue!o Branner, the militia captain shouted. Men rushed out of houses wielding axes, swords, and hoes. They charged at the creeper, but as soon as they got within range the creeper hissed at them. Branner tackled the creeper, but it detonated as soon as he touched it. There was a deafening crack, and splinters of wood and shards of rock flew through the air! Through the smoke and commotion, Branner was lying under a pile of cobblestone, his axe bent out of shape. He didno t seem to be moving. People rushed to his side, and his wife began sobbing. It was a shame-Branner was one of papao s long-time friends. I would miss him too. Another thing to add to the sadness was our Notch statue was broken. People had spent hours every day labouring to build it, and now it was just a mess of debris. I came up to the wheat stall and found the owner was in deep shock. It took me a couple of minutes to finally get him to come to his senses, and I collected the wheat. I ran off down the path, nearly tripping over a pig on the way home. I rushed inside, and papa took one look at me and asked why I was looking so shocked. I explained everything to him, including the bit about Brannero s death. We ate in silence that evening, out of respect for Branner.



Cruvus 2nd: Last night certainly was eventful. Just as I began dropping off to sleep, I heard a thudding at the door. Papa got up from the forge to see who it was. As soon as he opened the door, there was a crash! I stumbled to the door, half asleep to see what happened. What I saw next certainly woke me up- Papa was on the floor, covered with zombies! Hideous green things, they were. Papa was shouting and beating them with his fists. I stood there, paralyzed-Papa was about to die! I couldno t move or breathe. I just stood there, watching them tear at his flesh, until it finally registered in my mind; save Papa! I looked for the nearest weapon. Sitting there, fresh from the furnace was an iron sword. Now, Io m not very good at fighting, so I just charged at the zombies, flailing it around like a mad man. The sword was clearly too heavy for me. Twice I overbalanced and fell to the floor, only to get up again, shaking off zombies. This time, one came for me. I yelled and swung at it, missing it by an inch. I swung again; this time, it hit! The zombieo s head went flying from its head. Now I had to help Papa!

Yelling and shouting at the zombies must have looked odd, but believe me it was the only way I could distract them. Unfortunately, this distracted all the zombies, and they came for me at the same time. There was four of them, drooling and moaning at me. I realised my mistake- I couldno t hit all of them in one strike. But I thought of something. I planted my feet firmly into the ground, put two hands on the hilt, and holding it pointing outwards, I spun! Everything whirled past me. I must have made three circuits until I let go of the sword. It hurtled through the air and stuck into the wall. When my head stopped spinning, I looked at the zombies. They were splayed out on the floor, cut in all manner of ways. Papa got up, brushed blood off his shirt and looked around. He thanked me thoroughly and said I was getting stronger. He then pulled the sword out of the wall and said I could keep it. That night we blocked up the door and set about making a sheath out of leather. And before we knew it, the sun was up and the monsters dispersed. Which brings me to the todayo s events.



How was it? Feel free to post opinions, just don't be rude.