Author's Note: Okay, this is the new story I was talking about. I'm so glad you gave me a chance to redeem myself after dropping the last story. I don't want to bored you out with an appreciation speech, so let's move onto the story.
"Thank you for the trade, sir," I told the heavily geared up player with the player ID BigLegitMLGSlayer. He, like all players, just simply ignored me and left the building.
Well, I suppose I shouldn't blame them considering everything we say is heavily muffled by our nose. Why did Notch have to give us all huge ass noses. I sighed yet again as I waited for new customers to enter my library.
I gave up after 20 seconds and decided to go outside to talk to my fellow villagers, the only people that will understand my "language". I currently reside in a fairly large village with two blacksmiths, George and John, some residents, and Shawn, me, the librarian. Days go by fairly well considering that I have lived for a quite a long time for a villager, a total of 2 hours. Considering how no same villagers respawn unlike the structures that we live in, being alive for 2 hours is an accomplishment in our minds. Of course, I have always dreamt of becoming a player, so I won't have to fear death, but of course that will never happen.
Just as I closed the door behind me, I heard a voice and turned. It's Jeff, the owner of a small house near the library. We get along quite well, but we all think he's pretty messed up in the head because he talked about having seen a dragon like figure in the game and three headed monsters, but we all know that those don't exist. Anyways, we talked for about 3 minutes before he pointed out that the sun is starting to set. I hurrily ran back to my home. On my way home, I noticed John outside his workshop fixing his house. Most of the wooden planks there are missing. I slowed down and approached him.
"What's wrong?" I inquired and he scowled.
"Players. That's what's wrong," he said angrily. "Not only did they steal from my chest yet again, but they broke parts of my house to craft shit." I shrugged because this happens to all the important members of the village. George also gets robbed by players as well, and I usually have my bookshelves broken and the books taken from me as well, so usually I just wait for the servers to refresh. I wish we could respawn as well, but when a villager dies, he/she dies for good. That's another reason why I wished that I was a player.
The day went by in 10 minutes and already mobs are starting to spawn. I quickly locked my door, and prayed to Notch that player will show up. Usually, we shouldn't worry since this world is part of a server made by creator BobBaDob, but some players are very much dickheads to the point where they will purposely blow up our homes with us trapped in it. Therefore, praying for players to show up is also a major risk.
Intermission: Ok, before we move on, let me explain a few things. Currently, the main character is Shawn, the villager, and he is part of a server made by a player named BobBaDob. Basically, the server is a sandbox faction server, where land outside spawn is mineable and factions can claim territory. Every faction can only claim 500 cubic blocks worth of land. However, for every player that's in the faction, the faction can claim an additional 50 cubic blocks. Land outside of spawn that are not claimed can be accessible to all players, but the land refreshes every 5 hours, returning everything to its default state; including mobs that were originally there. Shawn is currently a villager in a village located at an unclaimed area about 300 blocks from spawn.
Once again for like the twentieth time in my life, I wished I could be a player and fight the mobs, but my arms are always glued together, so I can't do anything to fight against the mobs. However, before I could daydream any further, a see a zombie slam right to my door, causing the entire structure to shake. I uttered a pitiful whimper and scrambled back to the corner of my house just to find a zombie staring at me hungrily from the windows with its cold, dead eyes.
I closed my eyes and took a shakened breath.
"Well, this is the end of my life," I muttered to myself miserably. I watched as the door slowly gave away to the zombie's inhumane strength, and prayed to Notch for one last time.
The door finally collapse under the immense strength and the hungry zombie charged at me with an uneven gait. Suddenly, I have an overwhelming sense of will to not die and that will urged me to run straight towards the door, even though I did sustain a scratch from the zombie while running out.
I finally got out and headed to meet up with the other townsman. I frantically scanned around to look for any signs of life. I heard a scream and ran towards it. I arrived at the village central clearing of the village. To my horror, what I saw before me can be described as much more sadistic than anything that I have ever witnessed.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for giving me a chance to redeem myself. I have a question. What did you think about this fanfictions over my previous one? Please feel free to write me a review. I'll try to update about once per week every Thursday if I could. So right now, I'm going to play some Left 4 Dead 2 :D. Don't judge me, I love that game.