Scopia (pt. 1)

The year was 1525. I had just settled in a village located in the hot savannah. It was bustling, as always. But the only citizens there were farmers, and the ever-annoying nitwits. There weren't any librarians to give me enchanted books, or toolsmiths to give me armor, but I did what I could. I gathered wood and cobblestone and made some tools to start myself off. I had spent all day getting materials, and I made a crafting table and a furnace. My inventory was completely full. Ever so weary, I hijacked a villager's house to stay for the night. Come morning, I scouted for a spot to build my base. I found the top of a hill, not very far from the village, and close to a network of mini caves, where I would get coal and copper. I started to build my base, but I fell off the top a few times. I then made a pen to keep a couple of horses (one of which was blown up by a creeper.) A year later, I had made a secret farm, an enchanting room, diamond armor/tools, and a link to the Nether (I have a Nether base there.) One day, as I was going on a fishing trip by the lake I lived by, I noticed a strange entity that looked kind of like me. It was flying above the surface of the water, and then it noticed me. It grabbed a bow and an arrow of poison from right out of nowhere and flew towards me. Luckily, I also had a bow on me, in case things got hairy. I scored a headshot, but for some reason, it didn't do any damage. It was like they were completely impenetrable. I set up a cobblestone wall, but the thing insta-mined it all, without a pickaxe! Then, it ran a weird script. /kill SuperPogo2000
After the script was finished, I fell to the ground and woke up in bed. "Whew, it was all a dream!" But then I realized it wasn't a dream. Every time a player died, they would either appear at world spawn, or their bed. I knew what I had to do. I suited up in my armor and grabbed my sword, mace, and shield, and charged out into the lake. The entity didn't see me, because I also had an invisibility potion on my person. Then, it saw a particle, indicating that someone was using a potion. It grabbed its bow again and shot with perfect accuracy. I was poisoned. I coughed and gasped as I drew my last breath and woke up again in bed. Try after try, I couldn't beat it. "That's it." Instead of fighting it head-on, I set a trap. The classic pressure-plate-TNT trap. I placed signs from the lake to up in the stone mountains that all said, "SuperPogo2000 over here! ->" The thing fell for it. I watched from a safe distance with my spyglass. Once it stepped on the pressure plate, a single block of TNT flashed. It exploded. And then another. And then another. The everlasting booms destroyed the entire calcite trail... but the thing was still there, unscathed. It started building a complex contraption. I didn't recognize it at first, but then I saw. It was the infamous Dragon Killer, an arrow cannon so strong, it can kill the Ender Dragon in one hit. And it was aimed at me. I tried to sprint as fast as I could, but it was useless. I was sniped. Bested again. I was so infuriated, that I realized I needed help. So, I enlisted a metalhead, a loremaster, a geek who freaks out whenever he hears the word, "Transformers." I enlisted IGEBM.











TO BE CONTINUED.