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Who is He?
Steve's diary, Day 1
”I'm not quite sure why, but something tells me that this community is in need of a new leader… No, who am I trying to fool? Everything is in ruin!
The crops are a mess, all the doors have been left opened, there are shards of smashed windows on the ground, and some yolkhead thought it’d be a good idea to raise a monument of a giant… well, you get my point. Maybe this place ain’t as new as I expected it to be. I read somewhere that the world was generated in the ancient Beta-stages of Minecraft.
According to my father, he still hadn’t taught me how to sprint or pull back the string of the bow back then. I need to find myself a bed aswell as some food.
The almost-full moon is already rising above the distant oak trees, whose shadows are almost reaching the village I ran into.”
Day 2
”I remember waking up somewhere in the middle of the night. Drenched in sweat and my heart beating like a thousand drums. For a short moment, I could not even tell the difference between my violent pulse and the knocks coming from outside the dark hut I decided to make my shelter. As the beating in my chest slowly faded back to normal, I held my breath and listened for a further knock on the wall. I did hear soft footsteps, which’s source is still to be discovered. Although, it did sound like those of a human.
He or she must’ve had a bad ankle, considering the uneven rhythm between the steps. When morning came, I quickly went outside to check for any signs of what had been going on through the night. To my relief, it had just been some pranksters running around the village, placing signs with short messages like: ”notch is dead.” and other controversial phrases.
I do have to give them credit for actually finding this hermit village!”
Day 3
”People back in the Beta-stages clearly had no idea what they were doing! I’m not gonna claim that I was a professional back then, but this is something new.
I discovered strange structures like pyramids made of sand in the middle of the small lake near the village. Whoever decided to live here during its glory days should’ve tried a better mining technique, I don’t think it’s useful to dig a straight 2x1 tunnel into the hill like that. There are no diamonds at this altitude, and who in the world uses redstone torches for lighting? I have been through a lot in my long life, I’ve seen strange things. But there’s something eerie about this place, something that makes me wanna run away as fast as possible.
But at the same time there are a lot of things that’s yet to be explored around here, I can’t let this go just yet!”
Day 6
”Everything was more or less calm for the last 3 days. I did see more footsteps at places I’d checked before and I found even more signs with exponentially creepier writing.
Someone or something clearly wants me to leave, never to return. Last night, I woke up again, just as frightened as the night before. In my dream, I was roaming a seemingly endless forest. A forest where all the leaves had been torn off. All that was left was tall, naked trunks. Some even had fierce clawmarks, deeply scratched into the wood.
The sun was blocked out by a thick mist, which limited my view distance to the minimum. As I continued wandering in this vast emptiness, I heard whispers. Whispers from a shattered, distorted voice. I could not make out any words, but the whispers slowly grew in strength. I started running through the wicked forest, which almost seemed to ensnare me, close in on me until I couldn’t run anymore. The whispers stayed at the same tone, but grew in volume until it was like an unbearable scream. I could finally hear bone-chilling phrases like ”notch is dead”, ”where is your god now?” and ”I am watching”. The moment I finally pulled myself together enough to force my mind to awake from this horrific nightmare, I was frightened by a fierce scream, similar to the one of a ghast! I shot out of bed, only to find myself bleeding around -and out of my ears. A moment later, I was shocked to realize that my hands where stained with blood, as if I had tried to rip off my ears like a desperate attempt to get rid of the terrible whispers in my dream. It was still a few hours until sunrise, but I really needed some fresh air, aswell as some water to wash away the blood from my nails. I quickly crafted a wooden sword with some planks from the floor as a temporary protection from any evil beings in the dark.”
Day 7
”I don’t want to be here! I can’t stay here! Everything feels like a nightmare. It’s almost like The Nether, but a hundred times more frightening! When morning came and the sun cast its seemingly weaker rays of light over the landscape, I couldn’t believe my eyes. All the trees in the nearby forest had gotten all their leaves removed. I felt sick, I knew I was being watched. Unguarded, demoralized and worn out I could fall prey to this twisted force at any minute. When I’m awake I see his clothing in the far corners of my eyes.
When I close my eyes, I can see him staring at me with those emotionless holes of glowing evil. I don’t want to be here, but I can’t leave. It’s like the nightmares. He knows I’m afraid.”
Day 10
”I can’t move anymore. I’m laying here almost paralyzed, bleeding out of my eyes. A thick, dark liquid, slowly dripping down my cheeks and soaking the yellow, dead grass in this godforsaken valley. He is taking my life away, my spirit and my will to fight. I had a dream last night, a view of what’s to come. I saw my father, Notch. But I knew it wasn’t him, as his eyes where glowing like the monstrosity following me in this hell. He leaned towards me, whispering like always. He handed me a rusty diamond pickaxe, which had been sharpened and made into a lethal weapon. He smirked and gave me a disturbing look that said ”You know what to do, Steve…” As I woke up, the pickaxe was still in my hand, and in the blade I saw my reflection. But I knew that the thing looking back at me was someone else. How did I know? I saw his glowing white eyes as I forcefully pushed the razor-sharp edge of the tool into my throat.”
Day 11
”.laer ma I. .gnihctaw ma I”
Grammatical mistakes are inevitable.
I'm just pointing that out...
May be disturbing to some readers...
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Who is He?
Steve's diary, Day 1
”I'm not quite sure why, but something tells me that this community is in need of a new leader… No, who am I trying to fool? Everything is in ruin!
The crops are a mess, all the doors have been left opened, there are shards of smashed windows on the ground, and some yolkhead thought it’d be a good idea to raise a monument of a giant… well, you get my point. Maybe this place ain’t as new as I expected it to be. I read somewhere that the world was generated in the ancient Beta-stages of Minecraft.
According to my father, he still hadn’t taught me how to sprint or pull back the string of the bow back then. I need to find myself a bed aswell as some food.
The almost-full moon is already rising above the distant oak trees, whose shadows are almost reaching the village I ran into.”
Day 2
”I remember waking up somewhere in the middle of the night. Drenched in sweat and my heart beating like a thousand drums. For a short moment, I could not even tell the difference between my violent pulse and the knocks coming from outside the dark hut I decided to make my shelter. As the beating in my chest slowly faded back to normal, I held my breath and listened for a further knock on the wall. I did hear soft footsteps, which’s source is still to be discovered. Although, it did sound like those of a human.
He or she must’ve had a bad ankle, considering the uneven rhythm between the steps. When morning came, I quickly went outside to check for any signs of what had been going on through the night. To my relief, it had just been some pranksters running around the village, placing signs with short messages like: ”notch is dead.” and other controversial phrases.
I do have to give them credit for actually finding this hermit village!”
Day 3
”People back in the Beta-stages clearly had no idea what they were doing! I’m not gonna claim that I was a professional back then, but this is something new.
I discovered strange structures like pyramids made of sand in the middle of the small lake near the village. Whoever decided to live here during its glory days should’ve tried a better mining technique, I don’t think it’s useful to dig a straight 2x1 tunnel into the hill like that. There are no diamonds at this altitude, and who in the world uses redstone torches for lighting? I have been through a lot in my long life, I’ve seen strange things. But there’s something eerie about this place, something that makes me wanna run away as fast as possible.
But at the same time there are a lot of things that’s yet to be explored around here, I can’t let this go just yet!”
Day 6
”Everything was more or less calm for the last 3 days. I did see more footsteps at places I’d checked before and I found even more signs with exponentially creepier writing.
Someone or something clearly wants me to leave, never to return. Last night, I woke up again, just as frightened as the night before. In my dream, I was roaming a seemingly endless forest. A forest where all the leaves had been torn off. All that was left was tall, naked trunks. Some even had fierce clawmarks, deeply scratched into the wood.
The sun was blocked out by a thick mist, which limited my view distance to the minimum. As I continued wandering in this vast emptiness, I heard whispers. Whispers from a shattered, distorted voice. I could not make out any words, but the whispers slowly grew in strength. I started running through the wicked forest, which almost seemed to ensnare me, close in on me until I couldn’t run anymore. The whispers stayed at the same tone, but grew in volume until it was like an unbearable scream. I could finally hear bone-chilling phrases like ”notch is dead”, ”where is your god now?” and ”I am watching”. The moment I finally pulled myself together enough to force my mind to awake from this horrific nightmare, I was frightened by a fierce scream, similar to the one of a ghast! I shot out of bed, only to find myself bleeding around -and out of my ears. A moment later, I was shocked to realize that my hands where stained with blood, as if I had tried to rip off my ears like a desperate attempt to get rid of the terrible whispers in my dream. It was still a few hours until sunrise, but I really needed some fresh air, aswell as some water to wash away the blood from my nails. I quickly crafted a wooden sword with some planks from the floor as a temporary protection from any evil beings in the dark.”
Day 7
”I don’t want to be here! I can’t stay here! Everything feels like a nightmare. It’s almost like The Nether, but a hundred times more frightening! When morning came and the sun cast its seemingly weaker rays of light over the landscape, I couldn’t believe my eyes. All the trees in the nearby forest had gotten all their leaves removed. I felt sick, I knew I was being watched. Unguarded, demoralized and worn out I could fall prey to this twisted force at any minute. When I’m awake I see his clothing in the far corners of my eyes.
When I close my eyes, I can see him staring at me with those emotionless holes of glowing evil. I don’t want to be here, but I can’t leave. It’s like the nightmares. He knows I’m afraid.”
Day 10
”I can’t move anymore. I’m laying here almost paralyzed, bleeding out of my eyes. A thick, dark liquid, slowly dripping down my cheeks and soaking the yellow, dead grass in this godforsaken valley. He is taking my life away, my spirit and my will to fight. I had a dream last night, a view of what’s to come. I saw my father, Notch. But I knew it wasn’t him, as his eyes where glowing like the monstrosity following me in this hell. He leaned towards me, whispering like always. He handed me a rusty diamond pickaxe, which had been sharpened and made into a lethal weapon. He smirked and gave me a disturbing look that said ”You know what to do, Steve…” As I woke up, the pickaxe was still in my hand, and in the blade I saw my reflection. But I knew that the thing looking back at me was someone else. How did I know? I saw his glowing white eyes as I forcefully pushed the razor-sharp edge of the tool into my throat.”
Day 11
”.laer ma I. .gnihctaw ma I”
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