Written by me, while wandering a strange world and wondering what it might be like:
Through a glass case, a familiar man looks on to a familiar book, reading quietly to himself...
This journal, found and documented by famed explorer "Gabriel Thatcher" can be found in the British hall of Pixels, well preserved and untouched by time it documents the earliest recorded crafter in our history, the crafter to lay the first stone of our great civilization, the first few pages read as follows:
Day 1, I woke up in the sand, my eyes stung and my body felt weak, however upon standing up I felt empowered, the ground under my feet was new and the area as far as my eyes could see was something out of fantasy. I'm not really sure how I got here, or why, but I'm going to assume I'm not here to enjoy myself. I'll be keeping this journal close as I examine this world.
Day 2, Found a floating mountain that grazes the sky, I have an idea for how to make it my stronghold, but at present I'm keeping myself protected with a small wooden barricade I've constructed using the local trees, it seems to keep the strange beings away for now but there's no telling how persistent these things are.
Day 7, I was able to make myself a primitive stone device for carving out rock, I've been using it in conjunction with my wooden tower/barricade to carve through the bottom of the mountain, in my spare time I've entertained myself naming my attackers, the four legged green one that hisses if approached, I've smugly come to call Creepers as they make little sound while moving and can easily sneak up on you.
Day 18, Been a few days since my last entry but I'm making good progress, I've comfortably tunneled into the mountain and I'm working on my second floor, so far the creatures of this world haven't been too concerned with my presence here, which is relieving to say the least.
Day 20, I'm writing to keep myself calm, and somewhat distracted, while I was doing work on my second level the floor gave way as I heard the Creepers signature hiss, I scrambled to grab what I could but dropped my tools and hurdled towards the ground, luckily a fairly sizable tree caught me about half way down, but it seems my luck stopped there as the sun followed me in my fall, the moon now hangs over-head and I fear for my continued existence and hope this tree doesn't let me go any time soon...
Day 22, Back in my fortress, I've repaired the damage done to the floor and the walls, but my mental state remains quite shaken and I find myself cursing at shadows and hiding in doorways. I've stockpiled a good portion of the rock I've gathered while carving out these halls, and I plan on using it to re-fortify the bottom tower soon.
Day 26, In lieu of my Creeper induced trepidation I've taken some of the ore that I've found while digging out my home and smelted it down into bars, I'm currently working on crafting pieces of armor from it for my protection, hopefully this will help to calm my nerves.
Day 31, My new equipment works like a charm, and I no longer feel so helpless around these creatures, along with my armor I've crafted myself a long iron blade for added protection, I'll be gathering some torches and the like to explore a cave that lies just south of my home, hopefully there I can collect some extra materials.
Day 32, Well, the cave is much larger than I originally expected, I've set up a temporary camp inside it's walls but I can hear footsteps just down the way, the more I sit alone with my thoughts the more I presume exile, this world is dangerous and full of strange new things, I have no idea how or why I am here, the only real thing keeping me here is my will to stay alive, but I continue onward in hopes that maybe I'll prove myself worthy, or redeemable to whatever power shunned me away to this place.
Day 33, Moved my encampment further into the depths, one end of the tunnel gives off extreme waves of heat and light, I expect to be searching around there soon enough, I've slain at least seven or so of the undead patrols that seem to litter this place, I can only hope this is all worth is, because to be blunt, this place gives me the creeps.
Day 35, Resting peacefully back at home finally, found a large pool of magma at the end of one of the tunnels, accompanied by a very large vein of what I can only describe to be diamonds, if I'm right I have quite some work ahead of me making some new tools and equipment.
Day 40..?, Starting to lose track of the days it feels, found I've been talking to myself quite heavily while walking up and down my fortress, I believe soon enough I'll lose my head to loneliness.
Day 45, Laid down a gravel path from my mountain to my south mine, which I can clearly see now thanks to the stone spire I built as a landmark, however I dare not to tread this path at night thanks to the attention I've gathered, it seems monsters have taken a liking to the south cave now that I've done some 'remodeling' to it.
Day 48, Taking the next few days off from all my building, partly because I'm exhausted, but mainly thanks to a strange dust I discovered coating the walls of SM (South Mine just in case I forget.) it glimmers when exposed to light so I'm curious to see if I can't make a decent torch out of it.
Day 50, While the red stone dust (Not too clever but I have to call it something.) is extremely slow to burn, it only glows very dimly, but I've found is reacts quiet strangely with any near-by dust, I'll be recording my findings as the days continue.
Day ???, I've seen the sun rise and fall so much the days have started to blur together, today I found myself standing in front of my furnace savoring the warmth while gentle white flakes rolled past the window, I can only hope my cave-home holds up, and possibly make myself a shovel, but I digress, my studies on the strange dust have thus far been fairly rewarding, I've found I can actually remotely open and close doors using nothing but this dust and a lever, I'll be re-mapping my defenses soon.
Day ???, Today I was leaving through my mountains lower tower when I noticed the switch to the main door stopped working, I figured it was a break in the dust line, but it seems the metal of the door has frozen to the stone underneath it, I'll be working on a way to keep things warm in the mean time.
Day ???, If this isn't my last entry the next one will be, I was on my way back from SM when I was ambushed by a Creeper, I had just lost sight of the suns warm orange glow and it had begun to snow, the cold froze my swords blade in it's sheath so I was forced to run, I found a small cave and blocked the entrance with some left over stone, and I've only the dim light of my last torch to show me my freezing crypt. To whom ever finds this book, please, please take my body home, as what I'm sure is left of me is grim I can at least find peace knowing where I am for once.
The journal was found sticking out of the snow just west of what we today know as the Silvergate river, however according to Gabriel there was no body to be found, after hours of searching in hopes to fulfill this mans last wish, his group never managed to find this poor soul or the last torn out pages of his adventure, some speculate this man is still alive and joins the server every so often, while others simply assume him to be buried, with all his secrets.
Through a glass case, a familiar man looks on to a familiar book, reading quietly to himself...
This journal, found and documented by famed explorer "Gabriel Thatcher" can be found in the British hall of Pixels, well preserved and untouched by time it documents the earliest recorded crafter in our history, the crafter to lay the first stone of our great civilization, the first few pages read as follows:
Day 1, I woke up in the sand, my eyes stung and my body felt weak, however upon standing up I felt empowered, the ground under my feet was new and the area as far as my eyes could see was something out of fantasy. I'm not really sure how I got here, or why, but I'm going to assume I'm not here to enjoy myself. I'll be keeping this journal close as I examine this world.
Day 2, Found a floating mountain that grazes the sky, I have an idea for how to make it my stronghold, but at present I'm keeping myself protected with a small wooden barricade I've constructed using the local trees, it seems to keep the strange beings away for now but there's no telling how persistent these things are.
Day 7, I was able to make myself a primitive stone device for carving out rock, I've been using it in conjunction with my wooden tower/barricade to carve through the bottom of the mountain, in my spare time I've entertained myself naming my attackers, the four legged green one that hisses if approached, I've smugly come to call Creepers as they make little sound while moving and can easily sneak up on you.
Day 18, Been a few days since my last entry but I'm making good progress, I've comfortably tunneled into the mountain and I'm working on my second floor, so far the creatures of this world haven't been too concerned with my presence here, which is relieving to say the least.
Day 20, I'm writing to keep myself calm, and somewhat distracted, while I was doing work on my second level the floor gave way as I heard the Creepers signature hiss, I scrambled to grab what I could but dropped my tools and hurdled towards the ground, luckily a fairly sizable tree caught me about half way down, but it seems my luck stopped there as the sun followed me in my fall, the moon now hangs over-head and I fear for my continued existence and hope this tree doesn't let me go any time soon...
Day 22, Back in my fortress, I've repaired the damage done to the floor and the walls, but my mental state remains quite shaken and I find myself cursing at shadows and hiding in doorways. I've stockpiled a good portion of the rock I've gathered while carving out these halls, and I plan on using it to re-fortify the bottom tower soon.
Day 26, In lieu of my Creeper induced trepidation I've taken some of the ore that I've found while digging out my home and smelted it down into bars, I'm currently working on crafting pieces of armor from it for my protection, hopefully this will help to calm my nerves.
Day 31, My new equipment works like a charm, and I no longer feel so helpless around these creatures, along with my armor I've crafted myself a long iron blade for added protection, I'll be gathering some torches and the like to explore a cave that lies just south of my home, hopefully there I can collect some extra materials.
Day 32, Well, the cave is much larger than I originally expected, I've set up a temporary camp inside it's walls but I can hear footsteps just down the way, the more I sit alone with my thoughts the more I presume exile, this world is dangerous and full of strange new things, I have no idea how or why I am here, the only real thing keeping me here is my will to stay alive, but I continue onward in hopes that maybe I'll prove myself worthy, or redeemable to whatever power shunned me away to this place.
Day 33, Moved my encampment further into the depths, one end of the tunnel gives off extreme waves of heat and light, I expect to be searching around there soon enough, I've slain at least seven or so of the undead patrols that seem to litter this place, I can only hope this is all worth is, because to be blunt, this place gives me the creeps.
Day 35, Resting peacefully back at home finally, found a large pool of magma at the end of one of the tunnels, accompanied by a very large vein of what I can only describe to be diamonds, if I'm right I have quite some work ahead of me making some new tools and equipment.
Day 40..?, Starting to lose track of the days it feels, found I've been talking to myself quite heavily while walking up and down my fortress, I believe soon enough I'll lose my head to loneliness.
Day 45, Laid down a gravel path from my mountain to my south mine, which I can clearly see now thanks to the stone spire I built as a landmark, however I dare not to tread this path at night thanks to the attention I've gathered, it seems monsters have taken a liking to the south cave now that I've done some 'remodeling' to it.
Day 48, Taking the next few days off from all my building, partly because I'm exhausted, but mainly thanks to a strange dust I discovered coating the walls of SM (South Mine just in case I forget.) it glimmers when exposed to light so I'm curious to see if I can't make a decent torch out of it.
Day 50, While the red stone dust (Not too clever but I have to call it something.) is extremely slow to burn, it only glows very dimly, but I've found is reacts quiet strangely with any near-by dust, I'll be recording my findings as the days continue.
Day ???, I've seen the sun rise and fall so much the days have started to blur together, today I found myself standing in front of my furnace savoring the warmth while gentle white flakes rolled past the window, I can only hope my cave-home holds up, and possibly make myself a shovel, but I digress, my studies on the strange dust have thus far been fairly rewarding, I've found I can actually remotely open and close doors using nothing but this dust and a lever, I'll be re-mapping my defenses soon.
Day ???, Today I was leaving through my mountains lower tower when I noticed the switch to the main door stopped working, I figured it was a break in the dust line, but it seems the metal of the door has frozen to the stone underneath it, I'll be working on a way to keep things warm in the mean time.
Day ???, If this isn't my last entry the next one will be, I was on my way back from SM when I was ambushed by a Creeper, I had just lost sight of the suns warm orange glow and it had begun to snow, the cold froze my swords blade in it's sheath so I was forced to run, I found a small cave and blocked the entrance with some left over stone, and I've only the dim light of my last torch to show me my freezing crypt. To whom ever finds this book, please, please take my body home, as what I'm sure is left of me is grim I can at least find peace knowing where I am for once.
The journal was found sticking out of the snow just west of what we today know as the Silvergate river, however according to Gabriel there was no body to be found, after hours of searching in hopes to fulfill this mans last wish, his group never managed to find this poor soul or the last torn out pages of his adventure, some speculate this man is still alive and joins the server every so often, while others simply assume him to be buried, with all his secrets.
My Deviant art: http://xxdarkonexx.deviantart.com/
Currently taking Display pic and Signature requests, feel free to fire me a PM.
Creator and main host of The Grass Block: http://www.youtube.com/user/TheGrassBlock
I'm a furry, get over it.