Hello my faithful viewers! I finally got off my butt and started working on In the Nether! I don;t have this one all typed out yet, so updates may be a bit sporadic. I'll shoot for once a week, so I think it'll work out.
When we left off, out young hero had been taken to the Nether, a trap set by the evil Herobrine. Lost with no tools or weapons, watch as our protagonist makes his way, dodging Pigmen and Ghasts, and even meets the deadly Wither!
ADVENTURE AWAITS!
As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!
My body goes cold. Fresh tears form in the corners of my eyes. This is not home. The rock is still there, red and rotten. The landscape has changed. I am no longer in the room, but still I am surrounded by this disgusting rock. I struggle to my feet, my body shrieking with pain. I sense movement around me, but I can see very little, the only light coming from the portal behind me.
I have nothing, no tools, no torches, not even my bone sword.
I am even farther from home, with even less chance of returning.
I hear something move.
I am not alone, and I am afraid.
I skid to a stop, my legs shaking. I've been running for what seems like days. How long it's actually been, I don't know. I can't know. There is no sun here, so I have no way of telling the time. My watch died when I came out of the portal, and I haven't had time to look for redstone to charge it.
They won't let me stop.
When I had finally collected my wits and taken stock of my surroundings, I saw that the things around me were a grotesque mixture of man and pig. They shambled around, clutching rusty golden swords, ignoring me completely. I ran immediately, but they did not give chase. Until I bumped into one of them.
As one, they turned and came at me, shrieking this horrible noise and swinging their swords. I screamed and ran, scrambling up mountains of filthy rock, diving into tunnels and scraping my arms and legs. Anything to get away from those things. They never stopped, so neither did I.
And here I find myself, on the edge of a cliff, nothing but molten rock below me, and the ravening hordes of pigmen closing in behond me. I have no weapons, no was to defend myself. I consign myself to the end, and prepare to jump.
Somewhere in the world, something groans. It groans long, and deep, so deep it made my bones shake. The pigmen stop instantly, completely silent, then turn and jump into the lava. I watch them fall, submerge completely, only to surface again, unharmed, and swim away.
Alone at last, I collape in an exhausted heap.
When I wake up, everything looks the same. The bubbling lava, the faint squeals of the pigmen, the crackling of flame on rock. Nothing has changed. I feel refreshed, so I imagine I had slept for quite a while. I look out over the lava lake, hoping to see something.
In the dim light, I can faintly see glowing coming from something at the bottom of the cliff I'm standing on. Steeling my resolve, I begin my decent, clinging tightly to the rock. I slip here and there, but by and large I make good speed to the bottom. With a sigh of thanks, I jump the last few feet ot the ground.
With an almighty squelch, I find myself up to my knees in some kind of dark, soupy liquid. It pulls at my clothes, sucks at my legs, making my frantic scramble to safety take minutes rather than seconds. The suction is so strong I feel my very soul leaking away. Finally I pull myself free of the muck, losing my shoes in the process. I lay there, gasping for breath, and again the despair comes upon me. Tears stream down my cheeks as I scream and curse and rail against this Hell I find myself in.
But like all things, the sadness and rage pass, and I am left with steely determination. I will get out of here.
Bet on it.
Ah, seems out hero won't be deterred by a few Pigmen. What was that groaning I wonder? Well, hopefully we'll find out! Stay tuned!
P.S.-I'll work on making longer chapters.