Hey GUYS! It's time for a rewrite...
And yeah, it's because I felt disturbed re-reading my story.
It felt empty and... unorganized in my eyes.
(Sorry for not updating... Was too busy redoing stuff and playing video games)
But... I hope you guys will still...
Enjoy?
"Gather 'round boyos and girly girls... I, Jake Isaac Daniels have one hell of a story for you. This is the story of how I got stuck in this realm you call the Aether... Because 'twas one hell of a hot summer day back on Earth..."
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Le Past
Waking up, I realized I was still trapped in my room. The same old musty smell of unwashed clothes and 'Used Socks' filled the air as the slow hum of a sleeping PC greeted me. The usual feeling of dread loomed over me as I prepared myself to drag my feet like usual.
Fuck off.
Today was the last day of summer vacation, and I sure was hell mad about it. I should've been outta there, but sadly, I needed to attend senior year due to my birthday. But a little note you should check is that I WAS ONE AND A HALF FUCKING MONTHS before the cutoff date for attending kindergarten. I was already 18, and was ready to stop attending school. Despite trying to barter/beg my principal, she wouldn't grant me the chance to graduate 'Early'.
GOOD FUCKING MEME Mrs. Wilson...
To force such a dumb technicality on me is like rushing into the enemy, it made no fucking sense... Especially in strategy games, which I pride myself for being good at and spent most my time on. But that's beside the point... I hated this world, which I know is an edgy concept, but I just hated humanity as they have lost my faith in them. For us to be granted a high amount of intelligence just for us to degrade ourselves to this point with bullshit like politics and 'social justice' was just blasphemy.
Let's take a look at my ugly ass self before I stress myself out anymore.
I got up and walked up to the half mirror hanging on my wall, a tall lanky figure staring back at me. Even though I wouldn't call myself narcissistic, I was pretty buff for my lifestyle. My six-pack and slightly toned muscles rippled throughout my nude body as I couldn't help but laugh at myself. My shaggy hair, which was dyed red, made me look like the weeb I was, with there sadly being no tattoos on my body to counteract that. My grey eyes stared blankly into the mirror as my mind ran back to shit I was thinking about.
Man, the world is still pretty fucking stupid.
The shit I saw on the news usually were about political tensions, global warming, pollution, and stuff like that. I mean... Even if I didn't tune in, it was all my family (that still remained) talked about. And for that reason, at the young edgy Tumblr boy of 11, I delved into the internet. Even at that age, I knew that by GOD I was madly in love with the internet. It was sort of like the crush you had on a pornstar or a hentai. All I ever did after work was watch anime, peruse memes, and grind video games. Everything that I did in my free time pulled me further and further from the world I continuously graced my self with...
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3:15 PM
The day was now passing as usual, which usually contained me ignoring the dumb trends and the news (CNN), and in it's place, spending my time with friends online. This was all interrupted when all the electronics that were plugged into an outlet shorted out. Looking at my watch, it read 3:15 despite the fact that it looked to be midnight outside. That was some eerie ass shit, as it was something you'd find in a horror movie about a demon or something... I had to open my eyes wide as to let them adjust to the dark as I slowly scanned my room for a light source.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.
Sooner than later, I found myself face to face with a masked figure, a strange mist seeping out from it's robes. Then as my vision finally returned, I found the only article he actually donned was the mask, and the mist supposedly kept the specter afloat. The mask seemed to distort into a smile as it finally spoke.
"Do you want to make a deal?"
I liked to pride myself in staying calm, and I was dead sure I wasn't scared. Nobody would ever catch me dead shaking, proving the theory to myself as I locked eyes with him, resisting the urge to run. As my head finally came back on straight, I couldn't help but be confused as to why he would ask to make a deal before proposing what we trading. He continued on, with me allowing it to do so as I had nothing better to do in the 'Haunted Room'.
"We the entities have noticed your blatant dislike of this world. So... We are asking if you would like to assist us with something. And in return... We'll grant you the ability to escape this universe."
I know I was just being edgy and spoiled, but it all seemed like a good trade had finally caught my ear. The thoughts that ran through my mind consisted of many things. The usual FanFiction/epic of going to another world, with the world being anything I wanted. It could be in an anime, cartoon, video game, or faraway land you found in a middle school fantasy book. But, being the cautious person I was, I couldn't help but start to weigh out the pros and cons of going through with this.
Something seems off about him... What if I'm thrown into a murder fest? Or if I fight a demon king and die? I seriously have my doubts...
"What's the catch?" The mask once again distorted, this time now losing any trace of surprise and amusement it once had. In reaction to my question, it seemed to slouch before starting to kickback onto an invisible barrier.
"There's no catch, all you need to do, however, is complete the goal we have set for you." Going against my my gut, I decided to pry into his intentions as I started to 'interrogate' him.
"What's the goal?" It leaned in slowly, now aggravated as it spoke with a sharp tone in it's voice, seemingly in a rush.
"You'll know in good time, but just know that you'll be awarded with the ability to go to any world you want." At that point, I was just going with my sense of instant gratification as my adrenaline started to rush alongside the thoughts in my head.
HOLY SHIT THAT'S SWEET.
Thoughts of all the things I could do after my quest wouldn't stop multiplying as he gave me time to process it all. I started to picture the large amounts of girls I can slam, the EPIC FUCKING FIGHTS I could engage in, the possibilities being virtually endless. I would be the envy of all my friends as I brought a girlfriend home at the end of it all.
Or even better, a HAREM.
The ghost spoke again, posing the same question when I had first found him.
"Do we have a deal?"
I hesitated for a moment, asking myself what I had to lose... Nothing crossed my mind as I realized that I was an edgy fucking 18-year-old with no parents. All I had was my grandpa who gave two shits about what I did, his only rule was that I kept my bill under one thousand dollars every month. This would've been a moment where someone shows emotion because of their bonds... I'm not that cliche. I had my own niche.
Fuck it.
"It's not like I have much to lose... It's a deal!" The figure rubbed his hands together before he stretched out his hand. After I shook it, he gestured for me to get ready, not knowing that I had a pack already set up for camping. It consisted of instant food, a solar-powered generator, chargers, manga, and my laptop. Some people would call me stupid for making my backpack full of entertainment while the necessities were in a satchel... And they were most likely right. So to make them happy, I put my satchel into a duffel bag with my other sets of clothing.
There. Now nobody can criticize me, for I now have more clothes.
I liked having alter egos because... It was fun. I mean, would you like to hang out with an edgy looking kid, or a cool guy and a fun dude? My boy... I think the answer is pretty obvious, as the favorite among strangers was the mysterious one, which I dubbed Shadow. The other one was weird but was easiest to naturally act out, which was just my middle name. Even when I was by myself, I kept acting as Isaac, as the feeling that someone was always watching me refused to go...
"READY!" I exhaled and bounced about as the masked creature somehow dissipated, a creepy smile remaining in it's place. The room seemed to spin as my body suddenly grew heavy, my heart now beating a million miles per hour. I grit my teeth as each heart beat brought a wave of pain, a black fluid replacing my blood. Laughing was heard as I started to cough up the blood that once ran through my veins, with me now unable to breathe. My mind went blank as I laid on my back, feeling like I was free falling. This continued on for what seemed like a century until I finally hit something and blacked out...
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Who the fuck drugged me?
I took in a deep breath as I was finally granted the ability to breathe once more. With my eyes still closed, I shed a few tears of joy as I was still alive in my room. I took in a deep breath to take a memento of my room before going to school, expecting to smell the crusty clothes that laid at the foot of my bed. To my surprise, I could smell the SALTINESS of the ocean.
What the fuck?
I shifted around as to sit up, the sound of grinding grains confirming my suspicions. Before even daring to open my eyes where I was possibly being held captive, I tapped my head, the heat rivaling that of fresh bacon grease. I opened my eyes and looked at the blocky terrain that surrounded me, a sudden realization coming onto me like a truck at 75 MPH.
Wow... It turns out I didn't blast cocaine or LSD up my asshole. I'm in FUCKING Minecraft, and that spooky thing has fucked me over harder than one of those beastiality videos.
"Really dude? Out of all the worlds I could engage my quest in Minecraft?" I couldn't help but lash out on the sky, the sun somehow failing to blind me. I was fuming, feeling as if I was trolled. Until I realized that survival was easy in Minecraft, the memory of reward suddenly coming back to me.
That's kewl... Despite the fact this is one hell of a shitpost. Fucking FanFiction writers... What's next? Mob Talker?
I looked around, to see a treeline separating the beach and a vanilla forest, which consisted only of your usual oak tree. I walked up to it and decided to punch that shit, and to my surprise, it didn't hurt when I slammed my fist against it. And at that moment, I couldn't help but feel like MOTHERFUCKING BRUCE LEE. My BOYO! That's a feeling you wouldn't accomplish if you were back on Earth actually fighting on par with the man.
What should I do after I harvest some wood?
After finally punching the SHIT out of the block, it condensed itself as the upper half of the tree floated there. I was actually glad that it was staying true to my memory so far, as I let my hopes get picked up.
What if there were mods and shit in this world? THAT WOULD BE FUCKING SICK! And what if there was something like that dubstep gun, I WOULD BE STOKED. I could build a fucking badass house that floats in the water and shit... Then I could craft some swords and slay some pussy boi mobs. OH! And I could use my alter egos! Nobody would never know the wiser...
All that ran through my head as I soon realized I demolished the former treeline, the new one was pushed 4-6 blocks back. I rummaged through my bag, finding my jacket and jeans, putting them on. I liked to pride myself in being edgy sometimes as my black jeans and black jacket complimented my black bandanna. I liked to wrap the bandanna around the lower half of my face, making me feel like a rogue from an MMO.
Where did I put my wood? I swear I saw it earlier... Man it's so hard looking for something that small.
(I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING. STOP IT.)
It was just floating in my palms, the little indicator reading 83. I felt stupid as it was in my hands the whole time... To forget it, I decided to get myself hyped up, unpacking my solar-powered generator and plugged my laptop into it. I signed into it and started blasting typical inspirational songs like Eye of the tiger by Survivor. This helped me get through the boredom of setting up the framework of my base. With a few touches of terraforming, I would manage to hide the majority of the T-shaped house under the canopy. The entrance would be at the edge of the sand, the bottom of the T serving as the doorway.
I could make a tower, but that's way too fucking obvious...
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6 Hours later...
I now had access to cobblestone stuff and coal, using the coal to light up the house and to fuel the furnace I crafted. By nightfall, outside, I had my laid down my frame of oak, which gave my house some dimension and contrast. Why did I do this you may ask? Because I'm not a fucking noob builder. The only materials I had was cobblestone and oak, so I wouldn't be able to do fancier stuff... Despite that, I did a decent job decorating the exterior with windows and detailing before nightfall.
Finally...
I walked through the door, yawning as I made my way to the back. The only thing I needed to do was complete the roof. Soon, I heard the sound of zombies, and started to rush even though the roof was mostly covered by the leaves. As I finished filling in the holes with the dirt in my inventory, I looked around to see the shuffling zombies and skeletons deep in the forest seemingly ignoring my house. I laid down, onto my blanket and my body pillow, fantasies and dreams of a madman swirling in my head.
I'm fucking PUMPED for tomorrow! It would be so lit if my quest was to slay the fucking ENDER DRAGON! Or... Or... I could unite all the villagers and revolt against the forces of darkness as a general! Wait... I could form a kingdom of my own and bring peace, foretelling a prophecy of a hero. So when I came back, I can save the kingdom I made!
The winds coming from the cooling sea chilled me to the bone, causing me to bury myself into my blanket. I wrapped myself around my loli body pillow as thoughts continued to run through my head until I fell asleep...
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The same phantom from yesterday appeared before me again, still wearing the same mask. Silence was the only way I could greet him as he broke the silence before I could, suddenly more soft spoken than before.
"Well... Seems like you've settled yourself quite well... I'm surprised you could build such complex architecture at your age. We can't wait to see your potential in this quest." I couldn't help but take the compliment, as it was the first I had received in ages.
"Thank you, I may not be the best, but I don't think that's all you wanted to say..." He stood there waiting for me to finish my sentence, and out of all the times to not answer me, now wasn't the best time to stay silent.
"Well... I'm WAITING for you to tell me... WHAT'S THE FUCKING QUEST?"
"All in good time... For now, rest... You're going to be in for a shock soon... 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." I was unready as a searing pain started pulsate in my head, words now temporarily imprinted into my vision.
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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
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All these mods may not be compatible, they run on different versions... The mods themselves may not overlap but... If I had an axe, I could've chopped down those trees fas- WAIT... MOB TALKER? CALLED IT! I KNEW THERE WAS GOING TO BE SOME PUSSY BOI SHIT HERE. GET THAT OUTTA HERE, I DON'T WANNA CRAFT THE FUCKING MICROPHONE. Plus... why would I bone a monster?
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, whatever you were rambling about doesn't exist in this world. For the 'Mob Talker', some of the mobs will already come to you in 'Human Form'. Also, there are special kinds of mobs and items that exist in this world that you may not be familiar with, so please take note of that."
"And I'm guessing that those are the only things you're going to reveal to me for now." The shadow nodded as he looked around the emptiness of my mind. He finally turned back to me, letting out a hearty chuckle before addressing me.
"Looks like you have company."
"Wait, wha-"
? POV
Man look at those zombies...
The two stumbling corpses inched towards the back where the boy was. As they set foot into area where he slept, he woke up in a cold sweat, looking severely disoriented. When a zombie tripped and landed at his side, he shook it off and stood up. It looked to be a 2v1 with the boy unarmed and unprepared.
"FUCK OFF!" The boy shouted as he elbowed the zombie behind him before he kneed the zombie getting up. The now stunned zombie on the ground was being hauled up as the aggravated zombie tried to bite him. With lightning reflexes, he shoved his elbow into the zombie's throat, his forearm preventing the zombie from biting off his face.
Woah...
He finally got the other zombie up as he swept the zombie off his feet, giving him time to stand the zombie up. Heaving could be heard as he started to readjust his stance with the body in his arms, the zombie now standing to face him again. He charged with the stunned zombie, pinning the other zombie in a charge through the thin hallway.
*Zip*
An arrow planted itself in the window before striking my face. I wanted to scream, but the gal beside me covering my mouth in an instant. She shook her head, gesturing me to be quiet. She spoke quietly, still fixated on the boy.
"Just watch him for now..."
Jake/Shadow POV
A skeleton had fired a volley of five shots at me, one scraping by my cheek, the other four planting themselves deep in the back of the zombies. The two sublimated, leaving a stack of three rotten fleshes and a shovel on the ground.
Where the fuck did the shovel come from?
Suddenly, an arrow planted itself into my shoulder, the feeling of blood running down my back kicked me up into high gear. I instantly equipped the shovel, and blocked supposedly another 'pot shot' aimed for my head. The spade now dug itself firmly into the drawback arm of the skeleton, with it now going for my throat with the bladed tips of the re-curve bow.
FUCK OFF PLEASE!
I ducked down, doing a double-legged horse kick to the chest. The weapon skittered across the floor, with the skeleton trying to reassemble itself together. Getting up, I strode to the shovel and once again held it in my hands. With a firm 'DEMACIAN STRIKE' to the head with the blade of the shovel, the skeleton disappeared.
"Oh fuck." I dislodged the arrow from my shoulder, with it turning into a compressed version of itself as soon as it left my body. I took deep breaths as I ran back into the house, grabbing my first aid kit in my duffel bag. Once I stood at the water edge, I stripped my shirt and jacket off, washing the blood off of my body and the clothes.
This is stupid...
After cleaning the wound with rubbing alcohol, a gauze and bandage was applied to the entry wound, preventing any blood from spilling out again. The fact that it was a pot shot towards my back made me rethink some things. First of all, the mobs were fucking OVERPOWERED. Second of all, THOSE THINGS were just the tip of the iceberg. I cursed myself as hung my clothes over the front door, closing the door as I returned back inside.
All because I forgot to close the door...
A soft growling of the stomach put me back into the realm of reality. The sun was coming up, and I didn't feel like eating right there and then. So I threw out two granola bars out the window to lie to myself that I had eaten that day.
Third Person POV
The two figures watched the man through the window after he gave them these mysterious bars of food. They ate it, as the one with the grey vest shot up after tasting it. Pointing to it repetitively, it was obvious that she was impressed with the taste of it.
"I'm going to share this with everyone else..." The other girl turned on her, shooting them a look that could murder anybody. Not a second off-beat, the other girl spoke in the same matter as before.
"Don't you tell anyone of what we found, okay?" The one with the vest nodded quickly not before instantly running off, the bar still in her hand. A giggling could be heard off in the distance as the footsteps waned.
Honestly...
She couldn't help but sigh as she thought of the simple-mindedness her friend had at times. Turning back to 'the creature' that had re-entered the room, she noticed that it had no clothes on above the waist. It revealed the blood red hair it had, which complimented the mysterious markings running down the left side of their chest. On it's back, a green a glow pulsed where the bandages covered.
"Let's get to it..." The creature hauled up a bag and left once again, almost spotting them as she ducked under the line of sight. At any point, she could say that they both were pretty impressed by the shack he had built in one day. It would usually take the mobs a couple days to build it, and that was saying something.
"Guess I'll have to report back." She finished the bar, swallowing the rest whole as she turned and ran off in the opposite direction of where her friend had gone. After a couple of strides, she was now moving on all fours as silently as they could. Shadow on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the noise they were making outside as he was spacing out...
Shadow POV
Fuck... If there are all these mods and unknown kinds of mobs that are 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 the training my grandpa gave me. I was hyped as fuck, but jeez dude... I could've died.
I stood up and started to wrap my hands in the linen wrap like usual. I was preparing to sharpen all the fighting styles I had, despite the fact that I was just going through the motions for years now. Now, I had to wrack my memory as to remember everything my grandpa had 'told' and 'taught' me.
Nightfall
Throughout the day, I practiced my kickboxing and boxing before moving onto judo and grappling. Most of my training was done on a dummy based off those pegged logs you saw in a dojo. Sword training was just me blindly swinging and blocking strikes from a swinging ball of wooden swords. My favorite, however, was my bo staff training. I always felt like the Avatar when I did it, the sound of the staff going through the air was satisfying.
Even though I continued well into the night, I continued to train, focusing on my transitions. As midnight rolled around, I had killed a couple of zombies and skeletons, the burn from lack of sleep and constant exercise catching up to me. I wanted to do some cool trick I learned from my friend who does parkour in the city, and integrated my staff into it.
LET'S FUCKING GET IT.
I did a heavy diagonal strike from the top left, afterwards, instantly planting my staff into the sand. I used my upper body to launch myself into the air, giving me time to twist my body around to turn 180 degrees. My feet hit the floor first, allowing me to follow through with the renewed torque in my hips as the tip of the crashed down towards the ground at almost mach speed. Suddenly, a small squeak from a woman in front of me caught me off guard as I shifted the blow to the right.
OH GOD IT'S GOING TO HURT.
I put my shoulder into moving it, all the meanwhile shifting my feet into the southpaw position. The thundering thud of the staff slamming the sand stunned the girl, as the recoil climbed up the pole before striking my chest. Now me and the girl were both stunned, hers was from shock and I was winded badly. The sand that had flown around was now starting to settle as she ran over to me. Soon, she had laid my back against the wall of my house, deciding that introducing herself, despite me being in extreme pain, was the best idea.
"Umm... Hi? Are you okay?"
Welp...
Hope I can do some bug fixes going through this thing .-.
And as always,
Ciao!