Journal Entry Number One
From what the textbooks describe, we were a race of thieves and barbarians. Unlike the many other races of Mincraftia, we did not settle in tribes, create villages, or even really speak to any creature outside of our race. Some called us the army with no nation, or the dark ones. However, we are most well known by the common name given to us by the humans.
Hey called us the shadows.
It is not known how the shadows where killed off, or why their culture does not seem to exist in the form of artifacts; but one thing is certain. We were intentionally wiped out, and whatever it was that tried to eradicate us, it erased all that it could of our existence. Ancient texts describe us as creatures of pure concentrated evil, but they have never given points as to why. The thing that had intended to force us to extinction was swift, because all documentation of our existence upon this world ends abruptly no shorter than 5 centuries ago.
However, it did not succeed in erasing us all…
My name is Slutliga Shadow, but I would much rather that you call me Kug. I do not know the particular origins of my name, but I speak the universal language of this world, and am fully aware of what the word slut means. I would rather not be called a whoremonger if at all possible, and the alias liga does not exactly roll of the tongue either. So I think that I will continue to be known as Shadow. I do not know why, but I feel as if it fits. I believe that I am straying from my original topic, so I will get back on track.
I am, from what I have gathered, the last of my people; the shadows. I live alone, and this is my journal. It is not unnatural for beings in seclusion such as me. I will not lie, and admit that I am very lonely. The nearby village is filled with what I believe to be a primitive race of humans. Their noses are unnaturally large, and they seem to survive on crops alone, and do not socialize much beyond grunting and nodding their heads. Although primitive, they seem to have a large store of literature and folklore hidden within their 'vault', which mainly consists of a hole dug into the soil.
I managed to initiate trade with these village people, and made a fair trade of fish and wheat for their store of books, before returning to my cave. One of these books gives instructions in a language known as English that I quickly learned and am currently writing in. I do not know how I have the ability to learn such things in such a short period of time, but I choose not to question my abilities. I attempted to return the literature to the villagers after I had read through them all, only to find a large stone wall had been built around their village. I could have progressed over the wall, but my instinct told me not to. I have survived as long as I have because I am a cautious creature, and although my meaning upon this world is unclear, I do not wish to die. I awoke upon the soil of this world with no purpose, but I yearn for one more than any other thing I have ever yearned for. My mind cannot comprehend what lead me to awake upon this world, centuries after the rest of my kind have been wiped out, but it now aches, worrying that my candle of life will be extinguished before my purpose can find me.
I do hope that something happens, for I am growing tired of this musky cave, and even more so of its gelatinous occupants.
~Shadow