Hi everyone,
I have a new mod I would like to start, but need coders because I suck at it. It's called the More Tools and Armor mod, and I think you will like it
Basically what this mod will do is add more armor and tools (really!?) to the game to make it more exciting and fun to kill creepers.
ITEMS:
ICE POWDER:
This is used for making many of the items of this mod.
After you get some ice powder, you can combine it with diamond to make INFUSED ICE DIAMONDS:
This is a very important ingredient in most of the mod's recipes.
Also, by combining blaze powder and a diamond you can get INFUSED FIRE DIAMONDS:
To use these to make armor and it's almost the same as vanilla, but first you will need some of these, the REINFORCED IRON PLATE:
And the FIRE RESISTANT R.I.P.
To craft all tools you need this, the TOOL SHAFT (lol):
Or if you want to make it fire resistant/fire aspected (<----- that a word?)
TOOLS:
BLAZE PICKAXE:
When used on ores, it will drop the ingot, on cobblestone will drop smooth stone and will set things on fire when punched.
THIS IS A WIP IT WON'T BE UPDATED FOR A WHILE, but thanks for looking
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Hi, I'm making an Israphel fan fiction with my friend. I dont know his username, but he deserves some credit. I've gotten approval from the yogscast, and I would like to know how people think it's going so far, so here it is:
Entrance to Doom
Prologue
The pale skin, red eyes, dark suit… makes shivers crawl up my back just thinking about it. Israphel. The infamous Israphel, the most evil being in all of Minecraftia. My mother would tell me stories about him when I was little. I don’t think she realized the impact that the stories were having on me. He’s not real, I would tell my self. Not real. Not real. But he was real. And his return was nearing. Every second would bring me closer to my inevitable demise. Nobody believed me, why should they? I am nothing but a miner, a peasant. How did my childhood story stumble upon me in the reality? I’m going to tell you just that. I was in the mine with my fellow workers, looking to find something valuable. Alas, I have the worst of luck, dug tunnels to dungeons, with nothing in the chests, of course, caved in caverns, and never found anything. Just another boring day on the job, I thought to myself. Of course, with my luck it would be anything but. I had a stone pickaxe, nothing fancy, but it did the job. Some miners I knew would flaunt their gold pickaxes around thinking that they were special. I was intelligent enough to understand how painfully ineffective a gold pickaxe was. You couldn’t go five minutes without it shattering to pieces. The only reason those gold picks hadn’t broken was because they were wealthy enough to have it reinforced with obsidian, with it being below the surface of the gold. The reason they could afford obsidian was because they happened to be the lucky ones that would always stumble across Redstone, iron and even gold, which they inevitably used to make their pickaxes. Nobody EVER found diamonds though. Its never been recorded in my towns history that a Minecraftian has ever found diamond. Ever. Never, I thought to my self. If I could find diamond then I would be set for life.
Chapter One
A Foolish Mistake
Gerard stepped forward. Cool breeze from within the tunnel hit his face. He tensed and relaxed at the same time. Hefting his stone pickaxe, he glanced at the crude shape of his homemade tool. He took another step, mentally preparing himself for what might be the most important day of his life. His job was on the line. His boss, Jasper had gotten angry at him for not finding any valuable ore. And then when he collapsed the cave rich with Redstone, and nearly killing the best miners in the process, Jasper exploded in anger. Gerard has one day to find Gold, Redstone, or Lapis Lazuli to retain his place on the mining squad. If not, he would be kicked off, and live in shame. In his town if you had no occupation, you had no purpose. He started forward into the mine. The dark shadows instantly swallowed him, obscuring him from view. He nervously pulled out his torches. He wasn’t nervous because of the cave, or the darkness, or the fact that a creeper might be lying around a corner, it was Jasper’s threat.
“Only 64?” he muttered to himself. He checked his pack. He had enough basic tools and items to pull himself through to find maybe some of the coveted ore Jasper demanded from him. He descended farther into the cavernous mine, placing torches as he went. He stopped to make a few more, using some coal he had found on the way down. Suddenly he stopped. He noticed some cobblestone where it shouldn’t have been. It hadn’t been placed, it was too irregular. A human would have noticed that it was in the wrong spot. Gerard walked over to study the stone a little closer. It was moss stone. There was a dungeon behind this wall, and Gerard new it was his only solution to find something valuable. It was risky but he determined it was worth it, out of fear for losing his job. He placed down his portable workbench and hastily crafted a stone sword. He broke down his crafting table, readied his pickaxe, and busted down the wall. Unsheathing his sword, he jumped through the hole. But nothing was there. A spawner sat on the ground, but torches had deactivated it. The entire room was filled with them. Two chests sat lonely in a corner of the room. Gerard walked over, prayed to Notch, and opened one up. Inside, there laid three sets of iron armor, a gold ingot, some bread and a saddle. Gerard removed his patched up leather clothing, and donned the iron set. He opened his pack, and put the bread, saddle, and gold from the chest into it. He moved on to the next chest, sent a quick prayer up to the gods of Minecraftia, and opened the second chest. He had hit the motherlode. Inside was an iron sword, 17 iron bars, and some mushroom soup. He stored all of his newly found treasures in his pack, but threw away his stone sword and kept the iron one. He was about to leave, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted some Redstone wire. Curious, he began to follow it. The Redstone was vastly more complex then any of his unintelligent coworkers could conjure up. “How odd”, he thought to himself. He followed out of a childish lust, but children aren’t limited from death. The Redstone led to a tunnel, but it was filled with torches! He followed the torches to an even bigger room. Inside was a monument. It was made entirely from wool, and it appeared far to similar to the description of Israphel that he received from his mother to be a coincidence. Fearing what this might have been, Gerard wanted to look away, but he had to know. Looking up the pitch-black pants, to the void colored suit, the gold buttons, his gaze finally rested on the beings face. It was Israphel. No mistaking it. The demon’s persona stood there, holding a massive longbow while notching an arrow. Gerard remembered his mother’s stories when he was little…”NO!” A sound broke Gerards reminiscing.
“This will not do! I refuse to lose to some insignificant fool! Peculier deserves to die! Verigan nearly killed me! Now that Verigan is dead, it will be easier.”
The voices quieted down. Gerard, as much as he didn’t want to, took his sword out and stood his ground, prepared to fight what ever lurked this strange room.
Chapter Two
The Return
Gerard peeked around the corner into the cold, damp room he stood before. Inside were some furnaces, a massive table, ornate furnishings, and an obsidian throne. But what made Gerard look again was what was on the throne. Israphel. His face shot out from the deep blackness of the obsidian. Gerard knew he was unequipped to deal with him, if he could, and he was tremendously nervous. He told himself some other day, and turned around to quietly sneak back to his home, and forget this ever happened. Suddenly, a creeper emerged form a dark corner and began to hiss. Gerard failed to avoid the explosion and had his armor pierced with bits of cobblestone from the impact. Fragments were stuck in is armor; they reached so deep that it cut into his skin as well. He clenched at his breastplate with agony, while blood rushed out of his wounds. Three skeletons appeared behind him. He avoided all of there shots. He knew he was going to bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately. A skeleton was about to finish him off with a well placed arrow to the head, but he quickly slashed the leg bones off at shot away at a limping pace. He found his way to the surface, and he could smell smoke. Before investigating, he attempted to take his armor off. He couldn’t remove his armor without getting rid the fragments that impaled him though. If he did, then there would be nothing to slow the bleeding, and he would die within minutes. He hastily looked through his pack and found some wool. “What luck”, he thought to himself. He pulled the shards from his skin.
“Aghhhhhh” he yelled, while gritting his teeth. He peeked inside the cuts to assess the damage, all he could see was the blood gushing out. He immediately used the wool to cover his wounds. Breath was beginning to become difficult. He followed the pathway back to his home town. The air was covered in a smoky haze. When he reached the town, he yelled in surprise. It was burning to the ground. Burning bodies of those he once called his friends and colleagues lay on the ground. Looking deep into the smog, he though he could see two very red eyes in the smoke. He passed out. When he awoke he was in the entrance room to Israphels dungeon, the one that had the statue and the Redstone. Except it was empty, the statue, the torches, everything was gone. Surprisingly, his wounds were healed. Even the blocks that the creeper destroyed were right back where they where before the explosion! He knew he didn’t have time to ponder though, he sensed something was wrong. Gerard was nervous, but he didn’t have the time to be afraid. Trying to get p, he realized he was still weak from his close encounter with the creeper. Thinking he didn’t have the strength to continue, he thought of the saddle he had in his pack. Amazingly and extremely luckily, a pig walked up to him and stared at Gerard for a while. And sure enough the was a pig right there ready to go. He limped over to the pig, placed the saddle on it and hopped on. He felt rather silly on the pig, but he was to weak to continue on foot. The pig worked its way back up the mineshaft at a slow but consistent pace. When he reached the top, he hopped of the pig exited to the surface.
Hi, I'm making an Israphel fan fiction with my friend. I dont know his username, but he deserves some credit. I've gotten approval from the yogscast, and I would like to know how people think it's going so far, so here it is:
Entrance to Doom
Prologue
The pale skin, red eyes, dark suit… makes shivers crawl up my back just thinking about it. Israphel. The infamous Israphel, the most evil being in all of Minecraftia. My mother would tell me stories about him when I was little. I don’t think she realized the impact that the stories were having on me. He’s not real, I would tell my self. Not real. Not real. But he was real. And his return was nearing. Every second would bring me closer to my inevitable demise. Nobody believed me, why should they? I am nothing but a miner, a peasant. How did my childhood story stumble upon me in the reality? I’m going to tell you just that. I was in the mine with my fellow workers, looking to find something valuable. Alas, I have the worst of luck, dug tunnels to dungeons, with nothing in the chests, of course, caved in caverns, and never found anything. Just another boring day on the job, I thought to myself. Of course, with my luck it would be anything but. I had a stone pickaxe, nothing fancy, but it did the job. Some miners I knew would flaunt their gold pickaxes around thinking that they were special. I was intelligent enough to understand how painfully ineffective a gold pickaxe was. You couldn’t go five minutes without it shattering to pieces. The only reason those gold picks hadn’t broken was because they were wealthy enough to have it reinforced with obsidian, with it being below the surface of the gold. The reason they could afford obsidian was because they happened to be the lucky ones that would always stumble across Redstone, iron and even gold, which they inevitably used to make their pickaxes. Nobody EVER found diamonds though. Its never been recorded in my towns history that a Minecraftian has ever found diamond. Ever. Never, I thought to my self. If I could find diamond then I would be set for life.
Chapter One
A Foolish Mistake
Gerard stepped forward. Cool breeze from within the tunnel hit his face. He tensed and relaxed at the same time. Hefting his stone pickaxe, he glanced at the crude shape of his homemade tool. He took another step, mentally preparing himself for what might be the most important day of his life. His job was on the line. His boss, Jasper had gotten angry at him for not finding any valuable ore. And then when he collapsed the cave rich with Redstone, and nearly killing the best miners in the process, Jasper exploded in anger. Gerard has one day to find Gold, Redstone, or Lapis Lazuli to retain his place on the mining squad. If not, he would be kicked off, and live in shame. In his town if you had no occupation, you had no purpose. He started forward into the mine. The dark shadows instantly swallowed him, obscuring him from view. He nervously pulled out his torches. He wasn’t nervous because of the cave, or the darkness, or the fact that a creeper might be lying around a corner, it was Jasper’s threat.
“Only 64?” he muttered to himself. He checked his pack. He had enough basic tools and items to pull himself through to find maybe some of the coveted ore Jasper demanded from him. He descended farther into the cavernous mine, placing torches as he went. He stopped to make a few more, using some coal he had found on the way down. Suddenly he stopped. He noticed some cobblestone where it shouldn’t have been. It hadn’t been placed, it was too irregular. A human would have noticed that it was in the wrong spot. Gerard walked over to study the stone a little closer. It was moss stone. There was a dungeon behind this wall, and Gerard new it was his only solution to find something valuable. It was risky but he determined it was worth it, out of fear for losing his job. He placed down his portable workbench and hastily crafted a stone sword. He broke down his crafting table, readied his pickaxe, and busted down the wall. Unsheathing his sword, he jumped through the hole. But nothing was there. A spawner sat on the ground, but torches had deactivated it. The entire room was filled with them. Two chests sat lonely in a corner of the room. Gerard walked over, prayed to Notch, and opened one up. Inside, there laid three sets of iron armor, a gold ingot, some bread and a saddle. Gerard removed his patched up leather clothing, and donned the iron set. He opened his pack, and put the bread, saddle, and gold from the chest into it. He moved on to the next chest, sent a quick prayer up to the gods of Minecraftia, and opened the second chest. He had hit the motherlode. Inside was an iron sword, 17 iron bars, and some mushroom soup. He stored all of his newly found treasures in his pack, but threw away his stone sword and kept the iron one. He was about to leave, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted some Redstone wire. Curious, he began to follow it. The Redstone was vastly more complex then any of his unintelligent coworkers could conjure up. “How odd”, he thought to himself. He followed out of a childish lust, but children aren’t limited from death. The Redstone led to a tunnel, but it was filled with torches! He followed the torches to an even bigger room. Inside was a monument. It was made entirely from wool, and it appeared far to similar to the description of Israphel that he received from his mother to be a coincidence. Fearing what this might have been, Gerard wanted to look away, but he had to know. Looking up the pitch-black pants, to the void colored suit, the gold buttons, his gaze finally rested on the beings face. It was Israphel. No mistaking it. The demon’s persona stood there, holding a massive longbow while notching an arrow. Gerard remembered his mother’s stories when he was little…”NO!” A sound broke Gerards reminiscing.
“This will not do! I refuse to lose to some insignificant fool! Peculier deserves to die! Verigan nearly killed me! Now that Verigan is dead, it will be easier.”
The voices quieted down. Gerard, as much as he didn’t want to, took his sword out and stood his ground, prepared to fight what ever lurked this strange room.
Chapter Two
The Return
Gerard peeked around the corner into the cold, damp room he stood before. Inside were some furnaces, a massive table, ornate furnishings, and an obsidian throne. But what made Gerard look again was what was on the throne. Israphel. His face shot out from the deep blackness of the obsidian. Gerard knew he was unequipped to deal with him, if he could, and he was tremendously nervous. He told himself some other day, and turned around to quietly sneak back to his home, and forget this ever happened. Suddenly, a creeper emerged form a dark corner and began to hiss. Gerard failed to avoid the explosion and had his armor pierced with bits of cobblestone from the impact. Fragments were stuck in is armor; they reached so deep that it cut into his skin as well. He clenched at his breastplate with agony, while blood rushed out of his wounds. Three skeletons appeared behind him. He avoided all of there shots. He knew he was going to bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately. A skeleton was about to finish him off with a well placed arrow to the head, but he quickly slashed the leg bones off at shot away at a limping pace. He found his way to the surface, and he could smell smoke. Before investigating, he attempted to take his armor off. He couldn’t remove his armor without getting rid the fragments that impaled him though. If he did, then there would be nothing to slow the bleeding, and he would die within minutes. He hastily looked through his pack and found some wool. “What luck”, he thought to himself. He pulled the shards from his skin.
“Aghhhhhh” he yelled, while gritting his teeth. He peeked inside the cuts to assess the damage, all he could see was the blood gushing out. He immediately used the wool to cover his wounds. Breath was beginning to become difficult. He followed the pathway back to his home town. The air was covered in a smoky haze. When he reached the town, he yelled in surprise. It was burning to the ground. Burning bodies of those he once called his friends and colleagues lay on the ground. Looking deep into the smog, he though he could see two very red eyes in the smoke. He passed out. When he awoke he was in the entrance room to Israphels dungeon, the one that had the statue and the Redstone. Except it was empty, the statue, the torches, everything was gone. Surprisingly, his wounds were healed. Even the blocks that the creeper destroyed were right back where they where before the explosion! He knew he didn’t have time to ponder though, he sensed something was wrong. Gerard was nervous, but he didn’t have the time to be afraid. Trying to get p, he realized he was still weak from his close encounter with the creeper. Thinking he didn’t have the strength to continue, he thought of the saddle he had in his pack. Amazingly and extremely luckily, a pig walked up to him and stared at Gerard for a while. And sure enough the was a pig right there ready to go. He limped over to the pig, placed the saddle on it and hopped on. He felt rather silly on the pig, but he was to weak to continue on foot. The pig worked its way back up the mineshaft at a slow but consistent pace. When he reached the top, he hopped of the pig exited to the surface.
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I have a new mod I would like to start, but need coders because I suck at it. It's called the More Tools and Armor mod, and I think you will like it
Basically what this mod will do is add more armor and tools (really!?) to the game to make it more exciting and fun to kill creepers.
ITEMS:
This is used for making many of the items of this mod.
After you get some ice powder, you can combine it with diamond to make INFUSED ICE DIAMONDS:
This is a very important ingredient in most of the mod's recipes.
Also, by combining blaze powder and a diamond you can get INFUSED FIRE DIAMONDS:
To use these to make armor and it's almost the same as vanilla, but first you will need some of these, the REINFORCED IRON PLATE:
And the FIRE RESISTANT R.I.P.
To craft all tools you need this, the TOOL SHAFT (lol):
Or if you want to make it fire resistant/fire aspected (<----- that a word?)
TOOLS:
When used on ores, it will drop the ingot, on cobblestone will drop smooth stone and will set things on fire when punched.
THIS IS A WIP IT WON'T BE UPDATED FOR A WHILE, but thanks for looking
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0
YES!!!
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Entrance to Doom
Prologue
The pale skin, red eyes, dark suit… makes shivers crawl up my back just thinking about it. Israphel. The infamous Israphel, the most evil being in all of Minecraftia. My mother would tell me stories about him when I was little. I don’t think she realized the impact that the stories were having on me. He’s not real, I would tell my self. Not real. Not real. But he was real. And his return was nearing. Every second would bring me closer to my inevitable demise. Nobody believed me, why should they? I am nothing but a miner, a peasant. How did my childhood story stumble upon me in the reality? I’m going to tell you just that. I was in the mine with my fellow workers, looking to find something valuable. Alas, I have the worst of luck, dug tunnels to dungeons, with nothing in the chests, of course, caved in caverns, and never found anything. Just another boring day on the job, I thought to myself. Of course, with my luck it would be anything but. I had a stone pickaxe, nothing fancy, but it did the job. Some miners I knew would flaunt their gold pickaxes around thinking that they were special. I was intelligent enough to understand how painfully ineffective a gold pickaxe was. You couldn’t go five minutes without it shattering to pieces. The only reason those gold picks hadn’t broken was because they were wealthy enough to have it reinforced with obsidian, with it being below the surface of the gold. The reason they could afford obsidian was because they happened to be the lucky ones that would always stumble across Redstone, iron and even gold, which they inevitably used to make their pickaxes. Nobody EVER found diamonds though. Its never been recorded in my towns history that a Minecraftian has ever found diamond. Ever. Never, I thought to my self. If I could find diamond then I would be set for life.
Chapter One
A Foolish Mistake
Gerard stepped forward. Cool breeze from within the tunnel hit his face. He tensed and relaxed at the same time. Hefting his stone pickaxe, he glanced at the crude shape of his homemade tool. He took another step, mentally preparing himself for what might be the most important day of his life. His job was on the line. His boss, Jasper had gotten angry at him for not finding any valuable ore. And then when he collapsed the cave rich with Redstone, and nearly killing the best miners in the process, Jasper exploded in anger. Gerard has one day to find Gold, Redstone, or Lapis Lazuli to retain his place on the mining squad. If not, he would be kicked off, and live in shame. In his town if you had no occupation, you had no purpose. He started forward into the mine. The dark shadows instantly swallowed him, obscuring him from view. He nervously pulled out his torches. He wasn’t nervous because of the cave, or the darkness, or the fact that a creeper might be lying around a corner, it was Jasper’s threat.
“Only 64?” he muttered to himself. He checked his pack. He had enough basic tools and items to pull himself through to find maybe some of the coveted ore Jasper demanded from him. He descended farther into the cavernous mine, placing torches as he went. He stopped to make a few more, using some coal he had found on the way down. Suddenly he stopped. He noticed some cobblestone where it shouldn’t have been. It hadn’t been placed, it was too irregular. A human would have noticed that it was in the wrong spot. Gerard walked over to study the stone a little closer. It was moss stone. There was a dungeon behind this wall, and Gerard new it was his only solution to find something valuable. It was risky but he determined it was worth it, out of fear for losing his job. He placed down his portable workbench and hastily crafted a stone sword. He broke down his crafting table, readied his pickaxe, and busted down the wall. Unsheathing his sword, he jumped through the hole. But nothing was there. A spawner sat on the ground, but torches had deactivated it. The entire room was filled with them. Two chests sat lonely in a corner of the room. Gerard walked over, prayed to Notch, and opened one up. Inside, there laid three sets of iron armor, a gold ingot, some bread and a saddle. Gerard removed his patched up leather clothing, and donned the iron set. He opened his pack, and put the bread, saddle, and gold from the chest into it. He moved on to the next chest, sent a quick prayer up to the gods of Minecraftia, and opened the second chest. He had hit the motherlode. Inside was an iron sword, 17 iron bars, and some mushroom soup. He stored all of his newly found treasures in his pack, but threw away his stone sword and kept the iron one. He was about to leave, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted some Redstone wire. Curious, he began to follow it. The Redstone was vastly more complex then any of his unintelligent coworkers could conjure up. “How odd”, he thought to himself. He followed out of a childish lust, but children aren’t limited from death. The Redstone led to a tunnel, but it was filled with torches! He followed the torches to an even bigger room. Inside was a monument. It was made entirely from wool, and it appeared far to similar to the description of Israphel that he received from his mother to be a coincidence. Fearing what this might have been, Gerard wanted to look away, but he had to know. Looking up the pitch-black pants, to the void colored suit, the gold buttons, his gaze finally rested on the beings face. It was Israphel. No mistaking it. The demon’s persona stood there, holding a massive longbow while notching an arrow. Gerard remembered his mother’s stories when he was little…”NO!” A sound broke Gerards reminiscing.
“This will not do! I refuse to lose to some insignificant fool! Peculier deserves to die! Verigan nearly killed me! Now that Verigan is dead, it will be easier.”
The voices quieted down. Gerard, as much as he didn’t want to, took his sword out and stood his ground, prepared to fight what ever lurked this strange room.
Chapter Two
The Return
Gerard peeked around the corner into the cold, damp room he stood before. Inside were some furnaces, a massive table, ornate furnishings, and an obsidian throne. But what made Gerard look again was what was on the throne. Israphel. His face shot out from the deep blackness of the obsidian. Gerard knew he was unequipped to deal with him, if he could, and he was tremendously nervous. He told himself some other day, and turned around to quietly sneak back to his home, and forget this ever happened. Suddenly, a creeper emerged form a dark corner and began to hiss. Gerard failed to avoid the explosion and had his armor pierced with bits of cobblestone from the impact. Fragments were stuck in is armor; they reached so deep that it cut into his skin as well. He clenched at his breastplate with agony, while blood rushed out of his wounds. Three skeletons appeared behind him. He avoided all of there shots. He knew he was going to bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately. A skeleton was about to finish him off with a well placed arrow to the head, but he quickly slashed the leg bones off at shot away at a limping pace. He found his way to the surface, and he could smell smoke. Before investigating, he attempted to take his armor off. He couldn’t remove his armor without getting rid the fragments that impaled him though. If he did, then there would be nothing to slow the bleeding, and he would die within minutes. He hastily looked through his pack and found some wool. “What luck”, he thought to himself. He pulled the shards from his skin.
“Aghhhhhh” he yelled, while gritting his teeth. He peeked inside the cuts to assess the damage, all he could see was the blood gushing out. He immediately used the wool to cover his wounds. Breath was beginning to become difficult. He followed the pathway back to his home town. The air was covered in a smoky haze. When he reached the town, he yelled in surprise. It was burning to the ground. Burning bodies of those he once called his friends and colleagues lay on the ground. Looking deep into the smog, he though he could see two very red eyes in the smoke. He passed out. When he awoke he was in the entrance room to Israphels dungeon, the one that had the statue and the Redstone. Except it was empty, the statue, the torches, everything was gone. Surprisingly, his wounds were healed. Even the blocks that the creeper destroyed were right back where they where before the explosion! He knew he didn’t have time to ponder though, he sensed something was wrong. Gerard was nervous, but he didn’t have the time to be afraid. Trying to get p, he realized he was still weak from his close encounter with the creeper. Thinking he didn’t have the strength to continue, he thought of the saddle he had in his pack. Amazingly and extremely luckily, a pig walked up to him and stared at Gerard for a while. And sure enough the was a pig right there ready to go. He limped over to the pig, placed the saddle on it and hopped on. He felt rather silly on the pig, but he was to weak to continue on foot. The pig worked its way back up the mineshaft at a slow but consistent pace. When he reached the top, he hopped of the pig exited to the surface.
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Entrance to Doom
Prologue
The pale skin, red eyes, dark suit… makes shivers crawl up my back just thinking about it. Israphel. The infamous Israphel, the most evil being in all of Minecraftia. My mother would tell me stories about him when I was little. I don’t think she realized the impact that the stories were having on me. He’s not real, I would tell my self. Not real. Not real. But he was real. And his return was nearing. Every second would bring me closer to my inevitable demise. Nobody believed me, why should they? I am nothing but a miner, a peasant. How did my childhood story stumble upon me in the reality? I’m going to tell you just that. I was in the mine with my fellow workers, looking to find something valuable. Alas, I have the worst of luck, dug tunnels to dungeons, with nothing in the chests, of course, caved in caverns, and never found anything. Just another boring day on the job, I thought to myself. Of course, with my luck it would be anything but. I had a stone pickaxe, nothing fancy, but it did the job. Some miners I knew would flaunt their gold pickaxes around thinking that they were special. I was intelligent enough to understand how painfully ineffective a gold pickaxe was. You couldn’t go five minutes without it shattering to pieces. The only reason those gold picks hadn’t broken was because they were wealthy enough to have it reinforced with obsidian, with it being below the surface of the gold. The reason they could afford obsidian was because they happened to be the lucky ones that would always stumble across Redstone, iron and even gold, which they inevitably used to make their pickaxes. Nobody EVER found diamonds though. Its never been recorded in my towns history that a Minecraftian has ever found diamond. Ever. Never, I thought to my self. If I could find diamond then I would be set for life.
Chapter One
A Foolish Mistake
Gerard stepped forward. Cool breeze from within the tunnel hit his face. He tensed and relaxed at the same time. Hefting his stone pickaxe, he glanced at the crude shape of his homemade tool. He took another step, mentally preparing himself for what might be the most important day of his life. His job was on the line. His boss, Jasper had gotten angry at him for not finding any valuable ore. And then when he collapsed the cave rich with Redstone, and nearly killing the best miners in the process, Jasper exploded in anger. Gerard has one day to find Gold, Redstone, or Lapis Lazuli to retain his place on the mining squad. If not, he would be kicked off, and live in shame. In his town if you had no occupation, you had no purpose. He started forward into the mine. The dark shadows instantly swallowed him, obscuring him from view. He nervously pulled out his torches. He wasn’t nervous because of the cave, or the darkness, or the fact that a creeper might be lying around a corner, it was Jasper’s threat.
“Only 64?” he muttered to himself. He checked his pack. He had enough basic tools and items to pull himself through to find maybe some of the coveted ore Jasper demanded from him. He descended farther into the cavernous mine, placing torches as he went. He stopped to make a few more, using some coal he had found on the way down. Suddenly he stopped. He noticed some cobblestone where it shouldn’t have been. It hadn’t been placed, it was too irregular. A human would have noticed that it was in the wrong spot. Gerard walked over to study the stone a little closer. It was moss stone. There was a dungeon behind this wall, and Gerard new it was his only solution to find something valuable. It was risky but he determined it was worth it, out of fear for losing his job. He placed down his portable workbench and hastily crafted a stone sword. He broke down his crafting table, readied his pickaxe, and busted down the wall. Unsheathing his sword, he jumped through the hole. But nothing was there. A spawner sat on the ground, but torches had deactivated it. The entire room was filled with them. Two chests sat lonely in a corner of the room. Gerard walked over, prayed to Notch, and opened one up. Inside, there laid three sets of iron armor, a gold ingot, some bread and a saddle. Gerard removed his patched up leather clothing, and donned the iron set. He opened his pack, and put the bread, saddle, and gold from the chest into it. He moved on to the next chest, sent a quick prayer up to the gods of Minecraftia, and opened the second chest. He had hit the motherlode. Inside was an iron sword, 17 iron bars, and some mushroom soup. He stored all of his newly found treasures in his pack, but threw away his stone sword and kept the iron one. He was about to leave, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted some Redstone wire. Curious, he began to follow it. The Redstone was vastly more complex then any of his unintelligent coworkers could conjure up. “How odd”, he thought to himself. He followed out of a childish lust, but children aren’t limited from death. The Redstone led to a tunnel, but it was filled with torches! He followed the torches to an even bigger room. Inside was a monument. It was made entirely from wool, and it appeared far to similar to the description of Israphel that he received from his mother to be a coincidence. Fearing what this might have been, Gerard wanted to look away, but he had to know. Looking up the pitch-black pants, to the void colored suit, the gold buttons, his gaze finally rested on the beings face. It was Israphel. No mistaking it. The demon’s persona stood there, holding a massive longbow while notching an arrow. Gerard remembered his mother’s stories when he was little…”NO!” A sound broke Gerards reminiscing.
“This will not do! I refuse to lose to some insignificant fool! Peculier deserves to die! Verigan nearly killed me! Now that Verigan is dead, it will be easier.”
The voices quieted down. Gerard, as much as he didn’t want to, took his sword out and stood his ground, prepared to fight what ever lurked this strange room.
Chapter Two
The Return
Gerard peeked around the corner into the cold, damp room he stood before. Inside were some furnaces, a massive table, ornate furnishings, and an obsidian throne. But what made Gerard look again was what was on the throne. Israphel. His face shot out from the deep blackness of the obsidian. Gerard knew he was unequipped to deal with him, if he could, and he was tremendously nervous. He told himself some other day, and turned around to quietly sneak back to his home, and forget this ever happened. Suddenly, a creeper emerged form a dark corner and began to hiss. Gerard failed to avoid the explosion and had his armor pierced with bits of cobblestone from the impact. Fragments were stuck in is armor; they reached so deep that it cut into his skin as well. He clenched at his breastplate with agony, while blood rushed out of his wounds. Three skeletons appeared behind him. He avoided all of there shots. He knew he was going to bleed to death if he did not seek medical attention immediately. A skeleton was about to finish him off with a well placed arrow to the head, but he quickly slashed the leg bones off at shot away at a limping pace. He found his way to the surface, and he could smell smoke. Before investigating, he attempted to take his armor off. He couldn’t remove his armor without getting rid the fragments that impaled him though. If he did, then there would be nothing to slow the bleeding, and he would die within minutes. He hastily looked through his pack and found some wool. “What luck”, he thought to himself. He pulled the shards from his skin.
“Aghhhhhh” he yelled, while gritting his teeth. He peeked inside the cuts to assess the damage, all he could see was the blood gushing out. He immediately used the wool to cover his wounds. Breath was beginning to become difficult. He followed the pathway back to his home town. The air was covered in a smoky haze. When he reached the town, he yelled in surprise. It was burning to the ground. Burning bodies of those he once called his friends and colleagues lay on the ground. Looking deep into the smog, he though he could see two very red eyes in the smoke. He passed out. When he awoke he was in the entrance room to Israphels dungeon, the one that had the statue and the Redstone. Except it was empty, the statue, the torches, everything was gone. Surprisingly, his wounds were healed. Even the blocks that the creeper destroyed were right back where they where before the explosion! He knew he didn’t have time to ponder though, he sensed something was wrong. Gerard was nervous, but he didn’t have the time to be afraid. Trying to get p, he realized he was still weak from his close encounter with the creeper. Thinking he didn’t have the strength to continue, he thought of the saddle he had in his pack. Amazingly and extremely luckily, a pig walked up to him and stared at Gerard for a while. And sure enough the was a pig right there ready to go. He limped over to the pig, placed the saddle on it and hopped on. He felt rather silly on the pig, but he was to weak to continue on foot. The pig worked its way back up the mineshaft at a slow but consistent pace. When he reached the top, he hopped of the pig exited to the surface.