izactheglitch-Code was infused by the gravity gun. Can control gravity.
ariah95-Code was infused by the portal gun, can create portals.
Ordo33-Code was infused by portable hole.
Ethan1hron-Code was infused by Spell of Shock.
The Blue ember glows before me before ariah95 emerges from it. Then with his hands he creates another orange portal and channels the arrows of the skeletons upon the tree through the portal and into another, propelling them into the flesh of charging zombies. We are standing back to back, surrounded like mobs on a tree at least 100,000 blocks tall, and over 90 thick. The branches we fight on are 20 blocks. Ever since the servers city fell we've been stranded in this Big Tree Biome. Our friend, Ordo33 was lost from us when he got caught in a trap set by the Ancient Players. So now it's just ariah95 and me, izactheglitch. Two more zombies coming, with a small change of gravity from me they fly off the branch and to their deaths on the ground. More arrows start flying from portals. We're surrounded, but don't worry, me and ariah always have a back up plan. I altar both of our gravity and together we gently float all the way to the bottom of the tree. When we finally reach the bottom the sun has started to rise. We aren't mob free yet though, a creeper ignites near us, but ariah creates a portal bellow it, teleporting it to the mobs above us. The distant echo of the explosion brings grins to our faces. This server is strange. We're stuck here, with no chance to log off or anything. The Minecraft Council sure hasn't done anything. We make camp about two hundred blocks away. In the flickering firelight shadows of mobs slowly walk around the circle of light, weary to attack us. The sounds of insects clicking and birds chirping never ceases in this jungle. The first rays of the sun drives the mobs away to lurk in dark shadowy caves. We eat breakfast, an apple each. Our stores are low, but we've been traveling far. I don't even know where we're going. Away from the city I guess. As I brush through ferns and leaves, floating me and ariah over the huge roots of the trees, I notice something lying on the ground. Ariah sees it to and picks it up. A diamond sword, pretty good durability, but the small cracks and scratches along the sapphire blade tell me that it has been used. We walk a little farther, and find a players body. Just then the following words blaze through my mind.
Player JvvxCOTO fell from a high place
He must have jumped from the tree. Whether or not killed by mobs, or just a suicide. In five days we've wondered through the huge tree biome and into a Wasteland. The ground is bleak and grey, the sky a murky brown. Water is here is poison, so we use up our stores quickly. It takes us two days, thanks to ariah's portals, to get across the land and into a frozen land. We create a fire and melt ice, making water. The water is icy cold, and after walking through the hard, hot desert land it's very refreshing. I turn to face the ice cube ahead.
Numbness already grips my skin. Our fires are short lived and quickly blown out. A slight drift of snow falls over us. The soft flakes only make it harder to see ahead. Since he can't see it, ariah can't teleport us. We have to walk. Slowly we trudge, shaking off coldness. Sweat runs down my back and freezes, adding inner cold. Within an hour the sun is setting, and orange glow from the east, and me and ariah settle down in a cave.
"Food, water, all low," says ariah. Our leather and fur coats are almost out of durability.
"Soon mobs will be out," I say. Normally, after the battle of the Nether, and the End, all mobs are now neutral, respected amongst players, and socially excepted. But in this part of the block galaxy...screw that, anyone that's not an ally is an enemy. This is especially enforced by the destruction of this servers city. My prediction comes true. In the soft drift of snow forms the shadow of a creeper, slowly trotting toward the cave. ariahs managed to get a fire started in the mediookar air of the cave. I levitate the creeper with gravity before throwing it up into the air where it then smashed back down to earth. ariah cleverly creates a portal right at the entrance, so that any snow or frozen air drifts in the cave it will be teleported outside. We warm out hands over the fire, and take out the last bit of our food. After gnawing on the old bits of steak and potatoes we pull back our fur coats and move on. The snow has lifted, leaving only chilled air in our path. Slowly we make it forward, crossing the baron arctic until the sun slowly sets. My hands are numb, my lips blue, and my stomach is growling. The sun slowly sets over the horizon. Could this be it. Could this be the end?