Hey you guys!
Im trying my hand at a Minecraft Fan-fic. I'm sorry for not dedicating...
I'm just trying to try finding my footing into something I can dedicate to.
The main character is based off of someone I know, so please excuse the laid back tone, simplistic vocabulary, and excessive cursing.
Well, I hope you ENJOY!
Gather 'round boi-os and girly girls, I, Jake Isaac Daniels, have a story for you. This is the story of how I got stuck in this realm that you call the Aether:
'Twas a hot summer day back on Earth...
Waking up I realized I was still trapped in my room.
CRAP
Today was the last day of summer vacation and I HATED IT. I should've been outta there but sadly I needed to attend senior year because my birthday was ONE AND A HALF FUCKING MONTHS before the cutoff date. For all they know, I fucking hate them for forcing such a dumb technicality on an 18-year-old like me.
I hated the world we called Earth, and all the bullshit about politics, and public morals. I wanted to escape this reality where everyone bitched and moaned about every little thing, causing more trouble in its wake. For instance, global warming, trash island, all of those political tensions. I confided myself into the internet because we could just block out all that bullshit and look at things like anime, or memes, or even better yet: video games. And by GOD was I in love with the internet, everything it contained pulled me further and further from the world I continuously graced my presence with.
The day was passing, as usual, me ignoring the fucking dumb trends, spending my time with my friends online. Then this was all interrupted when a masked figure came into my room. I didn't hear it come in, so was it like some sort of fucking teleportation? I only had noticed it when I was attempting to grab my earphones so I could chat with the boys. The entity leaned on the wall by the foot of my bed, creeping on me like some kind of stalker. I noticed that his body was of phantom origin, black, figure-less, and sort of like a dark mist. To my surprise, the only article he donned was the mask, and by GOD was he creepy.
"Do you want to make a deal?"
I looked at him in confusion, asking myself why me out of all people, it was a surprise completely out of left field, but I allowed him to continue just for him to answer that thought.
"We the entities have noticed your blatant dislike of this world. So we are asking you if you could help us, and in turn, we'll help you escape this universe."
Now, this caught my ear. My mind was now flooded of places I could go to animes, cartoons, video games, and the fantastical places you would find in books. But something seemed off however, I stared him down to see if I could get a read on him. What if he was going to put me into a fucking murder fest or whatever? What if I die while I help them, so obviously I had my doubts.
"Whats the catch?"
"There's no catch, all you need to do, however, is complete the goal."
"Whats the goal?"
"You'll know in good time, but just know that you'll be able to go to any world you want."
"Can I teleport to another world if I get bored?"
"Yes, after you complete the quest of the first, then you can teleport at will."
SWEET
I thought of all the things I could do after I completed his ridiculous quest. There were large amounts of girls I can slam, the EPIC FUCKING FIGHTS I could engage in, the possibilities were virtually endless.
"Do we have a deal?"
I hesitated for a moment, asking myself what I had to lose, then just realizing I was a fucking 18-year-old with no parents. All I had was my lame grandpa who gave two shits about what I did as long as my bill didn't rack up more than 1k each month, I was ready to go. I didn't care about my grandpa, my cousins, and my friends... Right? Did I not care for all the stuff my grandpa taught me? Did I not care for the times I shared with my friends? I let those thoughts skim my mind as I was way too excited.
"Not like I have much to lose, it's a deal!"
"We hope you have great luck in your quest. The inhabitants of the world will discuss the details of your quest."
"Ok, I'll start getting ready then."
Without a thought, I was stuffing all I could into my backpack: instant food, a solar-powered generator, chargers,= my laptop, and some manga I hadn't read yet. I put on spare clothes and spares of my two alter egos in another bag, specifically an athletic duffle bag. My favorite out of my characters was the mysterious one, but I found being the weird one the easiest to act out. I didn't want to act like my normal self EVEN when I was alone because I didn't need no anyone getting too close to me, neither did I want to face my real feelings, so I'm constantly in my weird persona, Isaac.
"READY!"
The masked figure somehow seemed flash to me a smile as he swiped the wall of the room with his hand. The room starting swirling, I felt like I would blow chunks anytime soon until everything turned black after three minutes of pure agony.
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I woke up on a beach because I could smell the SALTINESS of the ocean. My hair was surprisingly hot, apparently, I was probably soaking in the sun for a while now. I looked around the familiar terrain and realized: I was in MINECRAFT. Out of ALL THE FUCKING WORLDS,I COULD ENGAGE MY QUEST IN... IT WAS MINECRAFT?! I was fuming, I felt as if I was duped. Until I realized, survival is easy in Minecraft, and I can teleport out of here when my quest was finished.
So I stood up and asked myself a question: What should I do first?
I looked behind me to see your usual oak tree, so I just started punching that shit, and to my surprise, it didn't hurt when I slammed my fist against it. I.. I felt like BRUCE LEE at that moment BOI-O! So I continued until it broke the laws of physics, the upper half of the tree now floated there, staying true to my memory. I continued to gather wood as I let ideas run through my head.
What if there are mods and shit in this world? THAT WOULD BE SICK. And if there was like some fucking badass mod like the fucking dubstep gun, I would be STOKED. But I can build a fucking badass house that like, floats in water and shit. Then I could go and fucking craft some swords and slay those pussy boi mobs. OH! And my name should be Shadow or something badass just in case a modded creature or villager asks my name.
All these things ran through my head when I finally finished gathering two stacks of wood. Surprisingly, the items were weightless and condensed themselves when broken like in the game. I shoved them into my pockets and decided to put on my Shadow persona clothes on before I continued. After I was finished, I had decided to set up the framework for my BADASS HOUSE.
I went and grabbed my solar-powered generator and plugged my laptop into it. I turned in and started blasting my playlist of your typical inspirational songs like Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. This helped me get pumped up and keep my company as I went to build my house, which I guess would take till nightfall. I started to terraform the land so I could make my T-shaped house.
By nightfall, my wooden log frame was Oak, in which I layered 3D walls with oak because I had no way of getting those other complicated woods yet. My tertiary material being cobblestone, as they were placed directly under the windows acting as exterior window sills. The roof was just going to be dirt until I found Spruce, and the door plain Oak until I could get it's more badass counterpart: Dark Oak.
Swiftly, I finished building the wall of my house one block behind the Oak logs as to continue giving my build depth, as opposed to the noob builders with unlayered walls. Then, I just slapped all the dirt in my inventory to complete the temporary roof, the dirt from terraforming the place for my house. I put down the glass panes I had just crafted into the holes I left, and an Oak door at the front, layering it so it formed a semi-layer from the second one.
I then took to filling in the floor with more oak wood which hurt my heart that I couldn't differentiate wall from the floor, but that will come another time. I had realized that sadly, I had no bed, so I hoped to God I could just lay on the floor and sleep and still wake up in the morning without a bed. I then laid my body on my side, my hands serving as a pillow as my legs shot out straight. Fantasies and dreams of a madman swirled in my head as I explored the possibilities of my quest.
What if my quest is to slay the fucking ENDER DRAGON! Or... Or... Could I fucking unite all the villagers and shit and lead a revolt against the forces of darkness? Or EVEN BETTER! I could fucking form a kingdom of my own and bring peace and foretell of a prophecy of a hero so when I come back, I can save the kingdom I made! Holy Fucking SHIT! I'm stoked for tomorrow.
The thoughts continued running through my head until I fell asleep...
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The phantom once again appeared before me and said:
"Seems like you've settled yourself quite well. I'm surprised you could build such complex architecture at your age, I can't wait to see your potential in this quest."
"Thank you, I may not be the best, but that's not the issue at hand here..."
He stood there waiting for me to finish my sentence, and out of all the times to not answer my thoughts, now wasn't the best time to stay silent.
"Well, I'm waiting for you to tell me... WHATS THE QUEST ALREADY?"
"All in good time, for now, rest. I don't need you stressing yourself on the first day. Instead, I only have one more thing to tell you. These so called: Mods, as you call them, they do exist in this world. I can give you a list of them if you're ready."
"FUCK YES!"
The phantom flashed the list in my head, and I started reading it:
More Explosives
Magical Crops
ARS Magica
Inventory Pets
Tinkers Construct
Twilight Forest
Aether II
Balkron's Weapons
Improved Water
Weather, Storms, and Tornadoes
Vein Miner
Tree Chopping
Mutant Creatures
Mob Talker
All these mods may not be compatible, they run on different versions, and the mods may not overlap... If I had a fucking axe, I could've chopped the tr- WAIT.. MOB TALKER? THAT PUSSY BOI SHIT? GET THAT OUTTA HERE BOI! I DON"T WANNA CRAFT THAT PUSSY BOI MICROPHONE!
As if he could read my mi- wait, cut that shit... He was ALREADY in my head. Despite that, I was still shocked as he responded to my thoughts.
"Don't worry child, there are some adjustments to all the mods so your experience isn't ruined by their incompatibility. For the 'Mob Talker', some of the mobs that will come to you will be already in human form. Also, special kinds of mobs exist in this world that you may not be familiar with so please take note of that. You may also notice that there are also special items you wouldn't find in these 'mods', so keep an eye out for those. This is just a heads up on the world around you, for now, I'll leave the rest of the secrets secret until you discover them on your own."
I was left at a loss for words as he faded away into the darkness, so many questions warped around in my head.
Wait... If there are all these mods, then what those that foretell? This world doesn't seem so badass anymore, the way he said to keep my head up, somethings fishy. I can't be all hyped about this now. But its so FUCKING CONFUSING! Should I be excited or scared... I don't know anymore, I don't feel safe all of a sudden...
I felt a sudden headache possibly caused by that phantom's presence and it wasn't that bad. But that no longer was the case as I felt my body waking up so I braced myself, the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat left in me in pain, the headache stunned me as it grew more intense until I suddenly sat up off the ground.
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3rd Person View
The figure watched the man through the window to find him to jerk up off the ground breaking into a cold sweat. It started to wear a worried look on his face as the man looked around in panic. Instincts kicked in, and the figure ducked out of view, and waited until he calmed down so it could continue observing 'the creature.' She was surprised at this shack he had made in one day. It was above average, not the best, but was pretty good considering he only had one day.
The creature wore a black hoodie, with a scarf wrapping around his neck and face, only exposing his eyes to the world. His eyes were gray, and this scared her a bit as that was such a rare and spooky eye color. Underneath the hoodie, she saw a little bit of a black t-shirt with no sort of marking on it from what she could see. His legs were fully covered by black pants, the outfit finishing off with a black pair of dress shoes. Why did it wear such hot clothes on a warm beach?
She took note of how it had intelligence, she took note of the next couple of things she would need to find out. Was it capable of emotions? Could it understand our language? Could it even speak at all? Was it sentient? Did it possess any sort of power or skill? The list could go on and on, but she kept it at that. She watched as the figure stood up and starting wrapping its hands in some sort of white strip. Once finished, it started heading outside to see it warming up for something.
It had just finished warming up, so it started throwing punches into a tree, flurries of combos and jabs were thrown consecutively. It stopped and started moving around while maintaining its stance. What in the Nether was it doing?
1st Person View
Fuck... If there are all these mods and unknown kinds of mobs that are all related to warfare, I must train. I can't fuck around like I can respawn anytime I want, I only have one life. If I'm going to at least stand a chance in this world, I have to refine my training skills. I was hyped to fuck around, but that can't be the case with all these deadly as fuck mods...
I stood up and starting wrapping my hands the linen wrap like usual. I was preparing to sharpen my skills in combat. I was thankful my grandpa taught me how to fight a bit. So after I wrapped my hands, I went outside and found a decently sized tree right beside my house. I started to warm up, letting my joints and muscles loosen up right after waking up. I finished up with basic workouts like squats and pushups. Then after all that, I ran three laps back and forth the beach. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful this place is, but I had not the time to think about that fact. I met up at that same tree and put myself into the boxing stance ready to train.
I was too quick to jump in. I should've let him give me a day more so I could train with grandpa. Grandpa may not be the best, but he taught me the basics of judo, kickboxing, boxing, and usage of an assortment of weapons. I could somewhat use the sword and bo staff, but what I really want to do is master these techniques then maybe learn some wrestling? Maybe wrestling with the zombies should give me some experience in it. But all I need to know now is to be able to defend myself just in case something bad happens.
Thoughts ran through my head as I was punching the tree with simple combos and jabs:
1, 1, 2.
1, 2, 3.
1, 1, 2, 4.
This continued until I realized I haven't worked on my footwork in months, so I started to move back and forth, side to side as I retained my stance. Eventually, I started moving diagonally and in circles for almost an hour already. I stopped and wondered how I could practice my dodging and blocking, then realized I could use my mini roof-mounted sandbag and rushed inside to grab it. Soon, I had it set up on the roof of my house, and was throwing jabs at the swinging bag until I moved my head to the side to let it pass me. I came back and threw a combo ending with a hook onto it, the bag swinging back as if someone threw a hook, me ducking my head to narrowly dodge it. I stopped the bag because I can't do shit with a wildly swinging bag. For the next hour or so I would just throw jabs and block the swinging bag from hitting my head.
Soon, it had grown to night but I didn't care, I crafted a wooden sword and built a two block tall log dummy to practice my swordplay. I hung it on the same roof mount I made for the sandbag, shoving sticks into it to represent sword strikes from to side, above, and diagonally. I pushed the log to see if it could spin around and was surprised that it could, so I knew I could practice blocking. I struck the right stick and the left stick swung towards me, me twisting my sword to block the blow with the base of my blade. I then kicked the bottom as to be met with a blow coming from above, immediately I placed my blade horizontally as to block the strike. As it recoiled, another strike from the left came again, my left hand loosened on the hilt, my right hand sliding down the flat side of the blade then held firm as to block the force of the attack. This continued until morning, but I still wasn't tired. I couldn't care more or less as I continued training.
I grabbed two sticks and shoved them together to form a makeshift bo staff as I went out to the beach to practice. The bo staff rolled through my fingers as I placed strikes into the air, mixing in kicks and shoves in the process. I tried to use the technique my grandpa taught me as prepared to jump as I firmly planted the stick into the ground and leaped off the ground to extend both of my feet into the air as the staff held up my 110-pound body. I swung back around, pulling up around using my momentum to plant another up diagonal strike from the left until I lost my footing and slipped.
Damn, I need to work on my transitions but whatever...
I continued to work on the bo staff for hours until I was finally beginning to feel the burn from lack of sleep and constant exercise. I wanted to do another transitional strike before I went to bed, desiring to switch from a target in front to one behind. I did a heavy left horizontal swing I let my body turn around. As I swung around, I continued the same strike to hit the invisible target behind me, I bent my foot and bounced a little as to add more force behind my transitional strike. Then I noticed a woman in the way of my strike, in panic, I forcefully planted my right foot into the ground and pushed against it to allow my body to twist left. Thankfully the strike stopped one inch from her chin, she being too stunned to move out of the way. The bo staff then flew off onto the treetops after I successfully stopped it. She had flinched as she felt the wind push against her face from the force of the strike being suddenly stopped.
"Hi?"
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Welp...
Hopefully I don't fuck up this game like I did FNAF...
Thank you SO MUCH for reading!
I'll be posting soon!
Ciao-su!
