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Khan the Zombie Pigman in...
Chapter 1: Pig(Man) Meets World
Sealed off in the subterranean reaches of the Nether, a corpulent frame of decaying meat and scorched flesh wandered tirelessly through the unchanging landscape.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoyed the pilot chapter to my new series "Meet the Mobs". "Meet the Mobs" will be a collection of short stories, each one featuring one of Minecraft's many mobs. In time, every mob will covered; no exceptions.
When I saw new, I should really specify new to PMC. I have already started this story on my fanfiction.net account ( https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10621848/1/Meet-the-Mobs ), but I plan to do things differently this time around. Firstly, I intend to finally complete the series. Also, several of the chapters from fanfiction.net will be rewritten entirely because I feel that I have grown as a writer since then.
Tell me what you guys think. Also, let me know which mob you're looking forward to seeing in the upcoming stories in the comments below.
Chapter 1: Pig(Man) Meets World
Sealed off in the subterranean reaches of the Nether, a corpulent frame of decaying meat and scorched flesh wandered tirelessly through the unchanging landscape.
The scars and deformities that riddled Khan’s body served as reminders to his past skirmishes with the adventurers that were as consistent and expected in the hellish terrain as the sweltering heat. An ear lost to an arrow, his stomach laid open by a hatchet and his chest slashed open by a sword swipe, yet the beast was unfazed by the injuries.
For the first time in his life, the creature was alone. He was once a lowly grunt for one of the nomadic tribes that set the foundations for the very survival of his species, but Khan aspired to lead. Battle after battle, he never failed to prove his worth through gory deeds. His eventual rise through the ranks was not-so-subtly helped along by that fact that he did not hesitate to kill those who commanded him in a bloody display of gore and carnage. Throughout the vicious campaigns against the curious adventurers who visited his realm, Khan distinguished himself in glorious carnage, his star of fame shining ever brighter, while the number of comrades in arms steadily dwindled.
But when the amount of troops who fought alongside him numbered zero, Khan soon realized that it was not the desire to lead that drove him, rather the love of bloodshed. Shunned and eventually banished for his unpredictable and volatile behavior, Khan set out into the hellish wastes in search of anything to quench his unhealthy blood-thirst.
The walking corpse hummed an empty tune as he tossed a sword salvaged off of the remains of an ill-prepared adventurer and caught it with skill he rarely possessed. The feat went unnoticed.
Sighing to himself, Khan plucked the small chunks of rotting flesh that coated his blade and flicked them off into the distance. The five days since his banishment had been rather uneventful. The labyrinth of caves in which he found refuge stretched on for miles and were devoid of life of any kind.
But on his sixth day of exile, he found a body. Though not much remained of the corpse; the flesh had stripped away and all that remained was a charred skeleton. Within his primitive mind, Khan made a decision. A body meant a battle had taken place. And battles meant carnage.
Emitting a squeal of sadistic childlike delight, Khan delved deeper into the network of caverns.
He trekked on for several more hours, never needing to stop to eat or rest. Such luxuries were beyond reach for his species anyway. Instead, fueled by newfound determination, Khan marched deeper and deeper into the caverns.
Nearly four hours into his journey, the trail of charred skeletons and discarded loot led him to a massive fissure. Unlike the rest of the labyrinth, the long drop into the craggy earth was devoid of any light. Bodies littered the ground around the opening like autumn leaves; dried blood defined the texture of the fissure’s opening, the crimson splattered over every surface like crude graffiti, further depicting the carnage that had taken place.
Khan leaned dangerously close to the ledge, desperate to get a glimpse of what could possibly lie beyond the sheer drop. As Khan did his best to carefully balance himself on the ledge his footing wavered and he tumbled over the edge, sliding and crashing all the way down the fissure’s steep walls
Khan felt as if he were moving at half his speed as he felt the ground disappear from beneath his feet. Shards of netherrack and rubble rushed past him, grazing him as he fell past them. He tried desperately to grab for protrusions in the wall but found none and within seconds he hit the ground with a sickening crack. He grunted, stifling a cry as a blinding pain shot from his left leg. For an instant, his vision blurred but it was not long before he begun to get his bearings back.
Realizing he had survived the fall, Khan slowly peeled his eyes open. He awkwardly pulled himself upwards, his breath harsh and heavy. Suddenly his attention was captured by a soft purple glow. His eyes snapped open and his mouth went agape.
A mere few feet in away, contained within a sturdy obsidian frame, tendrils spun and flashed in front of him in an elegant display of magenta and purple. The portal seemed to beckon to him, tempting him to step through.
Completely captivated, Khan, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, stepped up to the spirals. The pain that had consumed him earlier seemed to fade away, instead replaced by an intense curiosity. As he neared the portal, the spirals began to overwhelm his vision until he was blinded by flashing purple. An unpleasant coolness began crawling up through his arms and legs before chilling his bones.
Khan let out an animalistic roar as he lashed out at a nonexistent enemy to no avail. The coolness soon gave away to a dull numbness which gave away to an intense pain. He thrashed wildly as the burning sensation engulfed him. Gritting his teeth together, Khan braced himself for a painful death. Then suddenly… it all stopped.
He was ejected from the portal, sending him sprawling to his knees in the dirt and grime. It took Khan every ounce of willpower to stop himself from collapsing from exhaustion. He rolled onto his side, the heat creating dancing mirages ahead of him, and groaned.
“What the hell, is that a Pigman?”
The instant Khan registered the presence of another person; he was already on his feet. He drew his golden sword, a thin and long weapon and caught a flash as his opponent; a bulky figure dressed from head to toe in chainmail, swung a sword high and brought it down onto him. Khan snarled in rage as he jumped backwards, feeling a rush of cold air as the blade narrowly missed his face. Empowered by his sadistic love of carnage, Khan stepped forwards and slashed wildly with his sword. The blade hissed as it cut through cold air, aimed at his opponent's midriff. A clang of metal resounded through the night as his assailant clumsily parried his blade. The sheer force of the attack yanked the sword from his opponent’s hands and it plunged into the dirt.
His eyes connected with his assailant’s, meeting him with an unforgiving glare. Khan held his sword up high, intent on plunging the blade deep into his opponent’s thigh. The swordsman chanced a glance at his sword on the ground, contemplating whether or not he was quick enough to grab it and avoid his opponent’s blade at the same time. Khan didn’t give him the chance.
He maneuvered to get into a mount on his chest. The swordsman tried for a punch, but missed terribly. Khan had the dominant position and put his left hand at his throat. With his right, he spun the blade to a better hold. Khan stabbed into the swordsman’s chest, sinking it all the way down. The handle rested against the fleshy lump. The hulking beast rolled off of him and away.
Satisfied, Khan cackled maniacally. It was time to let the world know it had a new master.
Author's Note:
Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoyed the pilot chapter to my new series "Meet the Mobs". "Meet the Mobs" will be a collection of short stories, each one featuring one of Minecraft's many mobs. In time, every mob will covered; no exceptions.
When I saw new, I should really specify new to PMC. I have already started this story on my fanfiction.net account ( https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10621848/1/Meet-the-Mobs ), but I plan to do things differently this time around. Firstly, I intend to finally complete the series. Also, several of the chapters from fanfiction.net will be rewritten entirely because I feel that I have grown as a writer since then.
Tell me what you guys think. Also, let me know which mob you're looking forward to seeing in the upcoming stories in the comments below.
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