Create & customize items, including those not available even in creative mode. Save and load entire inventories. Switch game modes and control time, weather, and more.
Download TMI for Minecraft 1.8 (Forge mod) (2/14 bugfix update)
Download TMI for Minecraft 1.8 (jar mod)
Installing: Put the Forge version of TMI into your Forge mods folder. The non-Forge version may be used with a custom launcher or by installing as a jar mod.
TMI for 1.8 new features:
- The new 1.8 items
- Enhanced enchantment, potion, and firework panels
- All-new custom items: colored leather, player heads, signs with text, filled flower pots, preselected note blocks
- New fuzzy search! You don't have to type all the letters (e.g. rcmp for redstone comparator)
- Press enter in the search box to spawn the top item! Get items quicker than ever
- Everything now fits in a sidebar; no more overlap with potion effects etc.
- Easier My Items (favorites) editing with helpful tooltips
- Rename save states
- Unlimited stacks is now a global setting, along with keep items on death, prevent rain and more
- Unlimited stacks refresh without ModLoader/Forge as long as you've opened the inventory
- Switch to spectator mode
- Improved multiplayer custom item spawning (still only if within chat length limit)
- Fixed some bugs, possibly added new ones
- Removed Herobrine spawner
More download versions
Download links have ads on them to provide some support for modding Minecraft. You are not required to click on the ads to download TMI; there is a skip button in the top right corner. You do not need to download any installers or download managers.
For 1.7.10 non-Forge version
For 1.7.10 Forge version
For 1.7.9 non-Forge version
For 1.7.2 Forge version
(Note: 1.6.4 version has a problem with the newest Forge that did not exist with the original 1.6.4 Forge release. Unless I have time to go back and fix this, only use 1.6.4F with an older Forge release.)
Older: 1.7.6, 1.7.5, 1.7.4, 1.7.2, 1.6.4, 1.6.4F, 13w48b, 13w47e, 13w42b, 13w41b, 13w39b, 13w38c, 1.6.3 NF, 1.6.2NF, 1.6.2F, 13w38a, 13w37b, 1.6.1 NF, 1.6.1 F
Pre-1.6 release: 1.5.2, 1.5.1, 1.5, 1.4.7, 1.4.6, 1.4.5 or 1.4.4, 1.4.2, 1.3.2, 1.3.1, 1.2.5, 1.2.4, 1.2.2/1.2.3, 1.1, 1.0.0
Minecraft Beta: RC2, 1.8.1 / 1.8, 1.9pre6, 1.9pre5, 1.9pre4, 1.9pre3, 1.9pre2,1.9pre1, 1.7.3/1.7.2/1.7_01, 1.6.6 and 1.6.5, 1.6.4, 1.5_01
Documentation for old (pre-1.8) TMI
Better documentation for 1.8+ will be up shortly.
Turn On/Off: Press the "o" key while in the inventory screen. You can change this key by editing the configuration file.
Add items: Left-click on items in the right sidebar to add full stacks, or right-click to add one at a time.
Configuration file: Find the directory in which your minecraft saves folder and options.txt are, and once you have used TMI at least once you will also find TooManyItems.txt there. This contains options that you can change, not all of which are documented yet.
Spawners: In some previous versions, to create different kinds of spawners, edit the "spawner" line in the configuration file. Use at your own risk; in some (older) versions of Minecraft, spawners of non-mob entities such as boats can crash the game and wreck your save.
Unlimited stacks/tools (single-player only): Shift-left-click on items in the right sidebar to add unlimited stacks OR unlimited-use tools or flint and steel. ModLoader is required for "true" unlimited stacks. Without ModLoader the quantity of >64 stacks will refresh when you open your inventory.
Tabs: Use the chest, star, and book icons to change between the item, favorites, and enchant tabs.
Favorites: This allows you to save commonly used items. ADD to the favorites panel by: (1) clicking an item on the favorites panel, (2) alt-clicking an item in the items panel, or (3) clicking the Favorite button in the enchant panel. REMOVE an item from the favorites panel by alt-clicking it.
Enchanting: (in SP, or may work on some Bukkit servers) Click an item on the enchanting panel to switch to that type of item. Use the + and - buttons to change the levels of individual enchantments. Click the Create button to make the enchanted item once, or the Favorite button to add it to the favorites panel.
Trash (single-player only): Drop an item stack on the item sidebar or the trash icon to delete it. Click the trash icon to turn "delete mode" on and off (in "delete mode" you will delete any item you click on -- useful for selectively deleting a lot of items). Shift-click thee trash icon to wipe out your inventory.
Game mode: Click the "S", "C", and "A" icons on the toolbar for survival, creative, and adventure mode, respectively.
Time: Click the sun and moon icons to set the time to sunrise, noon, sunset, or midnight.
Difficulty: Click the creeper icon to toggle the difficulty without having to go into game preferences.
Health/hunger: Click the heart icon to set health and hunger to max.
Save states (single-player only): Several slots are available for you to save your entire inventory and restore it later. (The "x" button next to a saved state will remove it.) This can be used to save your "real" inventory before editing, save a blank inventory to clear out everything you're holding, save a full inventory of materials, share inventories between characters, etc.
Multiplayer: You need to be a server op. Also, every non-vanilla server works a little differently. The command issued to the server to give you items is configured in TooManyItems.txt as "give-command". In this command, you should put {0} for the player's username, {1} for the item ID, {2} for the quantity, and {3} for the damage value. If {3} isn't in the command, items with damage values other than 0 won't show up.
Vanilla server command: /give {0} {1} {2} {3}
* Since the vanilla server used to not support item damage with the give command, TMI may still have /give {0} {1} {2} by default. You can now add {3} to the end. The default will be updated in a future TMI version.
Bukkit with the Essentials mod command: /item {1}:{3} {2}
Fast crafting: Right-click on the output square when crafting to craft the maximum possible amount. (Works while the inventory overlay is disabled).
Troubleshooting
Crashes show an error report on a purple and white screen, and you can copy and paste the report into a post. With the latest version of TMI, most errors that would have crashed should instead show a chat message that says a report has been saved to a file in your minecraft folder, and you can copy and paste from that file into a post.
Black screens are caused primarily by: not deleting META-INF from your minecraft.jar, mod conflicts, wrong versions of mods, and improperly installing mods. Please check these things and, if necessary, start fresh from a new minecraft.jar as an old installation problem may still be causing errors.
"TMI doesn't show up": Press the "o" key in your inventory screen to turn TMI on and off. (Unless you have already changed this in your config file.) Your preference about whether TMI should be displayed is separate in single- and multi-player. If this still doesn't work, you probably did not install TMI correctly.
Notes: TMI's code does not run until you open your inventory. Problems creating games are something else. TMI does not change any crafting recipes. You are not forced to use fast crafting: just left click like normal instead of right clicking. Yes, TMI does work in multiplayer, but read the instructions. No, it is not a server mod. Finally, the number of pages of items depends on your Minecraft window size, so, you are not missing items because it doesn't have the same pages as in the screenshot.
Uninstalling: If you manually installed a mod, the only way to uninstall is to either restore your backup copy of minecraft.jar (you did make a backup, right?) or delete minecraft.jar and run the game launcher so it downloads a new minecraft.jar. If you used a mod manager, refer to its instructions.
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The Tales of a Miner
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My purpose…
My reason…
My life…
I wake up, lying face down on a sandy shore.
Disoriented.
I stumble to my feet checking my joints for damage.
Where am I?
What happened to me?
And then it hits me. Like a giant brick wall it hits me. I left there after the raid. Drifting endlessly on a small raft. Going for weeks on end without food. I wanted to start fresh. To rebuild my civilization. The way I had always wanted. Dizziness takes over my body. I fall back into the sand, staring up at the sky. The sun was at its peak. Fear coursed through my veins. I needed shelter. Hoisting myself back up once again, I turn, finding a large hill with a small wooden shack built atop. Curiosity got the better of me I guess. I snuck up to the cottage, checking in the windows. Darkness. I find that it lacks a door. This is relieving. As any person taking refuge in this dwelling either knows there are no threats, or is already dead. Breathing a sigh of relief, I take a look inside. I see a small table with some tools and a grid. On the wall there is a lone torch. In the far corner, ****. The memories of my youth and my grandfather begin flooding my mind. In the corner lies a corpse. An arrow shot through its chest. Why didn’t I notice it earlier? I asked myself. The corpse smelled of rot and decay. If he weren’t so lucky as to stumble upon this without finding its killer, He could have been next. But- something was off. The corpse looked… how should I say, Green? The corpse had a green tinge to it. And come to think of it, this house looked far beyond its technology. So what did this mean? Lying next to the man he found a Stick with a long-pointed rock in a crescent shape fixated on the end. A pickaxe. Surely this meant that the person who lived here was digging for something. But what? Why waste your energy digging around in the dirt? Wouldn’t you be busy foraging for food to stay alive? Anyway. This shack looked old and abandoned. So I took some spare wood, made a make-shift door, and threw the body into the sea. Once dusk hit however, **** got real.
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Day2: When in Rome….
Night fell on my new home. I thought things were creepy before, but now this was just ridiculous. I was quietly working on some contraption to help me gather resources. Sort of an axe, but I suppose I wasn’t creative enough to make anything incredibly useful. My “axe” looked like a block of wood wedged in a split in the end of a stick, tied with rope, because well… It was. But I tested it on some of the spare wood in the house, and with a bit of effort, I was able work it into a spear. But once I started on my next project, building a digging utensil to help me find some bugs or maybe some potatoes or something, I heard some loud grunting coming from beyond the door. I quickly grabbed the long pointed stick I had made while testing the axe. It wasn’t much, but it made me feel better. I sank into the corner of the room. Some scratching sounds followed by *SMASH* *SMASH* was all I heard. What happened next, baffles me to this day. The door, now smashed to pieces and lying on the floor, revealed the creature. All I could do was pray. It was the same corpse as before. The arrow, the clothes, all matched. And what’s more, it had the raft in its hand. The raft is what was used to break the door. As the vile creature drew nearer, all I could do was wish I had never left my home. Thankfully, while I tried to look away, I found an escape. The creature was about halfway across the room now. I scrambled to the small ladder in the far corner of the next room. Descending into darkness, what I could only consider a Zombie came rushing after. Only to fall down the shaft the ladder had been sitting in. It hit the hard ground with a loud *THWACK*. Now completely frightened, I fled to the surface, burning the ladder with some spark rocks I found by the workbench. I took the remainder of the materials, and stuck some rocks up against the doorway to the outside world. Apparently, this creature had invaded before, only to be struck down. But why? Why did it only now come back to life? There were many questions running through my head, none of which I had answers to. Nothing here made any sense. Empty shacks with zombies hidden in the corner, workbenches left behind, none of it made sense! I needed to start working on security if I was going to live here. I had the sinking feeling this was just the tip of the iceberg.
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Day 3- Time to rebuild.
Last night’s sleep was uneasy. Waking up not more than 20 minutes after I fell asleep due to some disturbing noise. The security of this house was minimal at best. Once sun rose, I took a look outside. The badness yesterday didn’t start until Dusk hit my little shack. Even looking outside filled me with fear. It seemed peaceful though, as if the night before never happened. I’m not sure what worried me more, Having to deal with disturbing creatures, or waiting for them. The one good thing about this shack was the view. I saw miles of rolling terrain, I saw the sheep grazing in the meadow, the cows tending to their young, and the pigs were rolling in a small mud pit near the water. I thought I should Stay up high when I fix his place up, keeping my view. Also, this would give me a good Vantage point. I guess long-ranged weapons are a must as well. I quickly crafted a few spears using the spare wood from the broken door. I grabbed my shovel, and started digging a pit around my house. Six feet deep I thought would be good for keeping things from entering. I also used the left over material to build up “My House” I use that term loosely. I also decided that If I could make some system so I could get in, but then close off my entrance, I would be ten times safer. I used some more of the scrap wood to make a make-shift bridge over the trench. I hooked it up to a system using a Pressure sensitive pad inside, and a button outside. Finally, taking the rest of the daylight, Sealed off entirely the room with the pit inside. I would not be using that. I now, spear in hand climb my ladder, up to the top floor, which was open on the top and sides, and Stood guard.
Night was sure to bring nothing good.
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Night 3- Fight for your life.
I was right… unfortunately. The night brought droves of zombies. It dragged on for hours. In the distance I could see huge spiders feasting on a cows carcass. There were also these strange, strange bushes. They… Moved… I wasn’t going to be looking at them any time soon, so I didn’t worry too much about it. But between the rustling, and the groans of the undead, I couldn’t keep my eyes closed more than a blink. Only once did something attack me. I nearly died. The spider jumped and climbed up my wall and hissed at me something fierce. With a few quick thrusts from my spear I swiftly ended its life. I kicked it off my roof so it bothered me less. But the sickening thud it made when it connected with the ground made my stomach turn. I’d probably have to eat that at some point. Grotesque or not, it held vital nutrients that I didn’t have to fight for. After that encounter was done with, I started to whittle myself a large knife to clean and butcher meat with. Crude as it was, it was sharp enough to take a large chunk of skin out of my hand. The scar eventually faded to a pale seam. The sun, now rising in the east, giving me some small point of direction in my abysmal life here, torched and burned the menacing undead to the ground. The spiders then seemed to retreat to the shade of the trees, and the lonely clanking of the bones from the skeletons faded with shrieks and loud popping noises from their bones exploding. The sun seemed to make everything that wanted to hurt me fade. Once again, the shrubs still as they should be, and nothing grunting or trying to kill me, I was able to start working on a better form of shelter. One with a closed roof.
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Day 4- Gathering.
I got an hour or two of sleep last night. I’m lucky I survived. I immediately began work on my closed shelter. I gathered some mud, and some sand and started to melt the sand into crude glass blocks. I figured they offered some protection while letting me see out of my tower. I created a monster of a base. Nothing I didn’t want getting in, and nothing can kill me in here. Since I had time, I figured that it was just about an hour or so before noon. So I grabbed a few torches, and my spears, and unblocked that room with the pit. I had more than enough spears, so I let one fly down there on its own accord. With a sickening -SPLURCH- it hit the corpse of the zombie that fell before. Not another sound came from the ominous hole. I made some rope from the silk the I rendered from the spider when I killed it, and I repelled down to the bottom. Checking constantly for sounds and something I could see. I found chests filled to the brim with iron and ore. I also found crude stoves for smithing the iron into bars and shapes. I took some time to churn iron and wood together into new tools and a sharp sword. I grabbed the chests, and hauled them to the opening. I’d have to find a way to lift them up, but that would be for another day. I made my way back up to the surface, and this time I left the doorway unblocked. I had nothing to fear, any more. I became superior to the foul creatures that lurked about at night. Be this as it may, I still cowered in my tower. But this time, I was ready.
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Night 4- Safety.
The night brought nothing new. I saw the same sneaking bushes that I have dubbed ‘Creepers’, the same skeletons staggering about, same old decaying zombies, and the same old spiders. About three hours into the night, I found a spider scaling my wall. I knew it had no way of entering my fortress, so I let it be. I could always deal with it in the morning. I sat in my corner, and I slowly let myself drift to sleep.
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Day 5- A dangerous experience.
I woke to the warm sun shining on my face. Dawn. I stood, hunched over my stove, cooking up the rest of my spoils before they went bad. I had a relaxing morning. I didn’t let anything disturb me. Once I had eaten, and gotten refreshed, I took my sword and satchel, and went out to forage. I decided that a bed would be easy to make, so I sheared the wool from a few grazing sheep for a nice bedroll. I gathered some food, killed off the spiders, which haunted my house, and gathered the leftovers from the exploded evil that faltered in the sunlight. All in all, I managed to gather arrows, a bow, and meat. On my way back, a 'Creeper' saw me from the shade of a tree, and started rushing me. I panicked. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could, and as soon as it caught up to me enough... I heard this horrid sound. it was a screeching hiss that came from the creature. Within seconds, the sound stopped. and it had managed to explode, sending me flying on my face. I knew nothing good could come of these things, but I never imagined anything this bad. Once I had recovered, I returned to my house, and repelled back down the rope to the pit underneath. I took my iron pick, and began to tunnel around, searching for new cave systems, and some more iron. I managed to tunnel my way down so far, that I found three deposits of gold, and several diamonds. On my way back, I made sure to leave a trail of torches placed specifically so I wouldn’t get lost. I didn’t manage to find a cave system today, so I decided to go back up to my house and start working on some basic-needs items. I stitched the wool I gathered together into a nice bedroll, and then took some of my wood to build a bed frame. I filled the bedroll with feathers that I’ve been gathering on my foraging trips, sewed it up, and tried it out. I fell asleep within seconds.
(With the creation of the bed, I am now going to skip over night time if I return to the house.)
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Day 6- Moving on.
A loud ‘BOOM’ startled me out of my sleep. A creeper had exploded outside my house. I lept to my feet and flew up my ladder to see where it was. Just outside the northeastern part of my house, I saw a large crater. I had never known Creepers to be triggered by anything other than myself, so I assumed it had something to do with me being human. This however made me question a few things. Was I alone? Is there someone else here? Is there something else that threatened that creepers life? I was puzzled beyond coherence. I decided that my house was no longer a sanctuary, but an accident waiting to happen. I took some wood, and melted some iron into wheels, and made a large wagon. I used this wagon to make my way to the edge of the island, where I set a boat, large enough for all of my belongings afloat in the water. With a shove, and a few good strides, I managed to make my way out into the ocean. Leaving behind this new land in search of something safer. I drifted for hours, using a paddle to keep me moving. Night, as it always does, began to fall on me.
The water was mostly calm as I let the subtle rocking of the waves caress me to sleep. I was nowhere near land, and I didn’t care.
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Day 7- A new home.
I woke up slowly. The warm sun soothed me. It was a much better way to awaken than being bombarded with sounds. The only sounds around me were the splashing of fish, and the cool breeze whistling past my ears. That horrid land I left behind was nothing but a hazy memory now. Once I had become more attune to my surroundings, I started looking for land. I eventually drifted near a small island, only about a square mile in size total, a large hill amidst the trees that hung over the scurrying critters underneath. The closer I got to the island, the larger and more peaceful it semed. I unloaded my equipment and set up a tent out of some hide to keep it dry in case of rain. I grabbed my sword and pick and set out to find new land to claim. The first area that I found to be suitable was up on a small plateau. The land was flat, and large enough to place a decent sized house capable of supporting my needs, and I could build high enough to oversee my surroundings. I set to gathering building materials such as stones to lie out a foundation, and wood for the frame. I also decided to indulge and make a rug, causing a few dozen bald sheep. I decided to try to soak it in the green cactus juice, and managed to get it to be a lovely calm green tinge. It was close enough to grass to be soothing without being grass itsself, and also seemed to be prone to repelling insects. My house all in all was comprised of two stories, and a spire. The first floor was my supply quarters, and the second my living area. I built myself everything I needed. I’d built a bed with a proper frame, a table, some chairs, a stove to cook on. The sun was slowly setting on my new abode, and I was ready for anything this new place could throw at me.
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Night 7- A new foe?
I decided to not sleep tonight, but rather to stay up and watch the wildlife from my spire. The hill off in the distance seemed teeming with life. I saw pigs and their piglets, cows and sheep huddled as families sleeping the night off. I also saw something I wasn’t so familiar with. It was a tall, slender limbed figure that seemed to stalk around the area at an awe-inspiring speed. It never seemed to take notice of me, but instead flew by carrying in its arms tons of dirt and wood. It seemed to have no method to its madness, and instead just placed them about hap hazardly. For hours, I watched this strange being. I knew it wasn’t human… but then again I didn’t know what it was, or if it was hostile or indifferent to my existance. After some time, I retired to my fortress and slept the darkness away.
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Day 8- Surprising encounter.
I had awoken to the sounds of tiny birds chirping outside my door, I was slow to rise, thinking about my plans for the day. I decided that it would be best to spend the day setting up a small farm. I had seen some plants I was confident in my ability to grow, so I set out to cultivate them. I tied sets of sticks together to make a fence to keep the animals from trampling them. I had small reservoirs and rows of wheat stretching far across the fair plot of land. I continued to build pens, with makeshift troughs for pigs. I herded a small group of four pigs one by one into the pen, and sealed the gate off. I now had a steady supply of meat and greens. I took to the lands, slicing the wool off of the sheep so I could later work on making new things to keep myself warm and protected during the cold nights. While walking back to my fortress, I saw something unusual. In the side of my building, there was a yawning hole. About three meters tall and a meter wide or so, it led right into my storage room. I suppose curiosity got the better of me, so I snuck a peek in the room. To my surprise, when I looked around, it was empty. I checked all of my storage, and everything was there. Then I heard it. All It was was a low bellowy grunt from overhead. I jumped to my belt, and ripped my sword out of its sheath so fast that it flew out of my hand. The creature staring back at me was the same I had seen last night. Glued to my ceiling, stretched across the corners, the same dark figure, with the piercing white eyes and slender limbs. It froze when I looked at it, almost as if it were just as afraid of me as I was of it. Paralyzed in fear, I couldn’t take my eyes off this shadow stalking me from the ceiling. I leaned back, remembering the shears in my pocket, and hurled them at this ‘slender man’ sending him dropping from the ceiling and skittering in pain through to the next room. A trail of speckled black followed. My heart pounding in my chest, I heard a few loud smacks, and then nothing. I slowly rose to my feet, grasping my sword as I followed the sickening trail. There was another hole in my front wall, about two meters high and a meter or so wide. This new space barely large enough for myself to move through. The trail dissappeared into the water down the hill and ceased. I decided to name this creature the ‘slenderman’* its figure, from the torso to the limbs were all very slender in nature. I patched the new holes in my walls with some fresh planks of wood and decided that my house wasn’t as secure as I had once thought. I decided that the hilltop would be a perfect area to create a new fortress. One that was stronger and capable to withstand the creepers and the slenderman. But, as for now, with dusk decending on my now humbled abode, I decided to lay my head down and rest.
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Day 9- A strong world.
Continuing on my journey, I tended to my simple farm, as per my daily ritual. The pigs seemed rather disgruntled at the previous night’s antics, but nevertheless unharmed. Two new additions seemed to be made to their family, two happy tiny piglets. It’s a shame that they’ll soon become a meal, but what is necessary is what is necessary, I suppose. I ventured out, planting new flora to my world from the trees I’ve taken down for past expansions. As I walk to the far hill to spot a good plot of land. The top of the hill was filled with lush waving grass and a strong willow tree at the peak. I began laying down foundation for a stronghold of sorts, something that far outshines my dainty little shack. The tree, being a good five stories tall at the top, I decided to leave be and use as part of a courtyard. My new building would be built from strong stone on the outside, and inside it was filled with a rather lavish and quaint décor. I decided to use wood siding for the walls of the inside, insulating myself from the cold. I had the entire foundation for the house laid out, and had built the first room of the area. I considered it an armory of sorts, a passage between the path to the world and my courtyard, attached to the rest of the mansion. The walls were lined with wood, ornate chests of my own design littered the area with intent to hold anything I might need on my journeys. The floor, where not a cobbled path, was lined with a red rug, trimmed with wood. I was sparing no cost in this new world. It had everything I needed to live lavishly.
I was no longer just going to get by.
This was going to be my empire.
As I scurried back to my stone cottage, chimney still billowing smoke, I noticed a shadow sprawled out in front of my door. It was the slenderman that had invaded my home before. It was back, but it didn’t feel like it did the last time we encountered. I felt at ease this time. The creature’s spoils littered the area surrounding my house. I noticed as I walked closer that the creature was clutching its chest, sitting in a pool of black.
The wound.
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Night 9- A new friend?
It saw me, and its maw opened wide, it’s eyes seemed frightened. I felt bad for this poor creature.
I decided that I would do what I could to help it. In my empire, no creature deserves to die for nothing. I leaned down to the figure, placing a hand on it’s head gently. ‘His’ (I’m now assuming it is a male) eyes widened and expression softened. It seems it was more human than I thought. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up with a surprising amount of ease. Once inside my house I laid him down on my bed and began to prepare to tend to its injury. I gathered up a needle I had made for clothing, silk I had collected from spiders, a rod of metal I was planning on using for an experiment, and I boiled some water. Now prepared, I set everything up next to him, his eyes fixated on me. I took a cloth soaked in water and tried to clean the area where I had stabbed him. The ‘blood’ for lack of a better word came forth. I had seen enough old war movies to know how to crudely tend to a wound. I heated up the iron rod to a cherry red, and used it to cauterize the hole. If this creature WAS human, I would have stabbed him clean into his heart. Thankfully that isn’t the case. As the rod sizzled on his skin, the slender figure flailed and screamed like a banshee out of agony. The creature might be fast, but he isn’t a very strong fighter. His wound, agitated and red now, stopped bleeding. I took this opportunity, as he had passed out, to sew the wound shut and properly bandage him. After this ordeal, I couldn’t sleep. Not tonight. I sat by the bed and gnawed on some pig-jerky I had been stashing away for a rainy day. It’s always been a weakness of mine. Half way through the pouch, I began to feel tired and run down, so I decided to try to finally rest.
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Day 10- A new child.
I woke up to something prodding at my lap. My eyes opened quickly, startled and unaware of what was going on, and to my surprise, the first thing I saw was the dark figure chewing with my pouch of jerky in his hand. That ******* stole my jerky, dammit. I sighed to myself, figuring I could always cook more, and that he deserved it after what I’ve put him through. He was still lying in the bed, legs dangling far off the edge, and arms even when folded hanging off almost to the ground. He looked at me, chowing down on another piece of jerky. I noticed something surprising this time. In the light, I could now see he wasn’t as alien looking as I had once thought. His eyes were a brilliant blue, reminding me of my grandfather’s. His teeth were jagged like his too. If you put a moustache on him and gave him a thick Italian accent, he could be my grandfather’s long lost twin. I decided to give him a name, my grandfather’s name, Amelio. He was named after his great grandmother. I stroked his peculiar head and repeated the name.
Amelio.
Amelio.
Amelio.
It seemed suiting. In the short time I’ve been caring for him, Amelio has become almost like a child to me. The way he looked at me and laid in the bed seemed like he wasn’t about to jump up and fly out the door any time soon, so I figured I might as well enjoy the company. Amelio seemed to enjoy himself right where he was at, so I decided to go and continue working on my new mansion. Now, come to think of it, I should give him a space in my new home as well. I thought it silly, and call it intuition but I don’t think he’s going to mind it one bit. As I left the room to head out and back to work, I turned and waved goodbye to the creature, who returned the gesture. It struck me as odd to say this at the time, but I told him that I was going to work on a new house, and that I would be back by dusk. Not expecting an answer, I started to turn around. No sooner had the words escaped my lips that I saw him nod and curl up tighter under the quilt, bright blue eyes soft and calm. …did he understand me? I slowly turned again, and left the building. I must have been crazy. There’s no way Amelio understood what I said.
I continued droning on my work, questioning my sanity, and finished a large dining hall. From the walls hung tapestries I dyed using the various flora from my surroundings. I had shreds of green, blue, yellow and red cloth. The walls were made of the same wood, and the rugs in the same manner as the passageway. I finished well before dusk, and decided that instead of working on another area of the building, that I should instead head home early. On my way back, inspiration struck me. I hurried home, and as I sprang through the door, I saw Amelio sitting up in his bed, curled over the quilt, looking at the little squares of imagery I had sewn into it. He almost fell over when I rushed through the doorway and into sight, his crystal blue eyes as big as baseballs. When he saw it was me he settled down, and curled back up over the quilt, inspecting every inch of it. I headed over to my bench, and laid out long sheets of cloth I had been putting together and had little use for. I made a pair of long trousers, and a rough tunic with a large neck hole. I decided on my way back home that Amelio should have proper attire. While I toiled away on my craft, he slid himself out of the bed, and loomed over my shoulder, leaning on the chair. Once I was finished, I spun around, nearly knocking Amelio over, and tossed the tunic over his head. The fit was almost perfect, albeit a tad short. He sat on the floor, confused and mesmerized as I tied a piece of rope around his midsection to secure the sheet. I handed him the long pair of trousers I had made, and started to help him put them on. When he was finished, he stood up and stared down at himself. The lurch of a figure looked odd, yet fitting in that old world attire. He tugged at the tunic and stared at me, a quizzical expression spreading across his face. I said to him “they’re yours!” and smiled to him. Amelio looked down at his clothes once again, and showed a large, toothy grin. Perhaps, he can understand me after all. I decided that sleeping in a chair was unfitting for me, and made myself another quilt through the night. Amelio smiled at me soon after the sun set on our world, and he drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t help but smile toiling over my project. I had made a friend in a dangerous strange world. He may not be able to talk to me, but he seems to understand what I’m saying. At least, basic things. After my quilt was finished, I decided to retire, and finally catch some much needed rest.
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Day 11- Into the night.
This morning, I was woken up by the warm sun beating on my face. As I slowly sat up and checked my surroundings, I noticed Amelio was nowhere to be found. Curious, I grabbed my gear and looked around the house, checking each room for him as I passed through, only to find he was completely absent. I paid little attention to it, as I assumed he went off to do what ever it is slender men do. As I proceeded to continue on with my daily routine, I noticed things were missing from my storage. Tons of building supplies were gone, along with tools and utensils needed for construction. Had he taken them? I decided it’d be best not to question it. It was only some supplies. I can recuperate them in a matter of hours. I decided to go take stock of my castle up the hill, and see what else needed to be worked on from there. Upon reaching my castle, I noticed that a third and fourth spire had been completed, but I don’t remember ever building them. Completely perplexed, and mildly disturbed, I decided to explore them. I wondered if I had been building in my sleep perhaps, or even if Amelio used what I had built as reference to complete more work? Anything was possible at this point. I climbed the southwest most spire, and to my amazement, found Amelio sleeping in a living quarters on the top floor. A small trap door to an unlit room with a single window overlooking a nearby stream with a high ceiling and a lengthy bed harboring one tall slender black figure was all positioned in the room, aside from rather dark and beautiful night sky scape paintings hanging on the walls. Had he been working on this all night? I decided to leave him to the sleep he earned and continue working on the courtyard like I had planned. I discovered most of the utensils he had taken for the building were stored in one of the chests I placed in the foyer. I grabbed a hoe, some seeds, stone and beautiful flowers I had pulled for just such an occasion and started building the stone foundation around my large beautiful tree, still positioned perfectly in my courtyard. The branches stretched just past my building in a couple areas, giving it the illusion of an overflowing forest, darkening the courtyard and turning it into a mystical place, perfect for deep thought. I arranged four gardens each with different flowers in the cardinal directions. North was red, south yellow, east harbored blue flowers, and west orange. Between the beds I had sprawling cobbled paths stretching to the courtyard doors and only furthering the beauty and whimsicality of the courtyard. I hung green stained glass bulbs with candles inside for some more ambient light during the night without ruining the emotion in the air, and to top the area off, a water pool circling the tree and following the edges of my paths. With dusk descending on my monumental castle, I decided to make my way up to my own spire, adjacent from Amelio’s and call it a night. My room was already situated with wooden paneling and flower field paintings from my childhood memories. I fetched my quilt from my cottage, Paid Amelio a visit, saying goodnight and snuggled under the covers in my own little room, in my own little world. This was the beginning of my new life.
(Authors note: from this day on I’ll attempt to make day-encompassing titles to put with the
“Day xxx-“)
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Day 12- Golden Grove
I woke up this morning to a warm spring breeze rolling in through my windows, and the smell of the giant willow tree centering the courtyard. I’ve decided to name this new world of mine the Golden grove estate. The name comes from the beautiful rolling terrain littered with yellow and orange flowers like stars in the night sky. Upon entering the common room, with the fireplace and red fabric chairs I’ve fashioned to make it a bit more soothing with the wooden and stone paneling and the red rug. Sitting on the chair, clad in unusually stunning shimmering armor, was Amelio. He looked over to me and with a smile on his face behind the helmet, croaked a “Hello” Dumbfounded, I nearly fell over in shock, stuttering out a “H-hello there, Amelio.” As I had remembered, I had used all of the iron I had collected in utensils I asked “W-where did you get that armor, Amelio?” He stared at the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts and responded in an incredibly rasp voice “Amelio dug a hole.”. Had he really dug all the way to iron in a few hours? He stood up and flew to me saying “Come, Amelio shows.” And practically dragged me to the far stretch of our mansion, the only spire not occupied by living space. I had no particular designs for this area, possibly a kitchen or storage, but instead, Amelio dug a hole that seemed to stretch on for ages, in spiraling patterns with goat paths for steps. “Well, we knew you weren’t human, Amelio.” I chuckled and he stood there grinning at me. I spent the day being rather trivial, talking to Amelio about simple subjects, and discovering he’s surprisingly more intelligent than I had ever thought him to be. He showed me a powder he discovered while mining that possesses conductive properties that can be used to do literally ANYTHING you need it to, from opening doors to moving objects and interacting with anything that would usually use an electrical current. On my own I would have never figured any of that out, and probably discarded the powder as useless. Even with Amelio’s help I still don’t fully grasp the concept behind this amazing material. We spent our day coming up with new and inventive ways to use the substance, including a new drawbridge system, and other effectively useless implications of it, used for nothing more than being flashy and cool. By the end of the day, our castle was outfitted with hundreds of automatic cannons and artillery arrow launchers and looking thoroughly badass. Not only shall we be fair, but protective as any civilization worth it’s merit should be. Especially with the dangers I’ve encountered thus far, this is a must. Tomorrow, I plan on going on an expedition with Amelio, to find any other interesting life and gather more livestock. But for now, I shall rest.
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He posted a video. READ BEFORE YOU POST. This is why I hate the new generation of MC users. They're all oblivious users that don't even read before trying to 'contribute'. Don't even post 'no pics no clicks' until you've actually read the OP through. This one wasn't even that long.
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that is on a cow you blind twit.
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