I will always remember Vivez La Vie for her wonderful review. Now I have a few more and I hope that they will keep coming. Please enjoy!
Part One
Finally, a chance to break routine and play a copy of Minecraft Premium! My world was flat. Very flat. Superflat, actually. In this particular world, my spawn point was in a village.
I made some Golems to defend it for me. While they took care of the Siege, I was wanting a true zombie experience with my villagers. So, I plopped inside a farmer's shack. Right away I knew how the villagers felt. Two of them were darting around in the small home. They were freaking out!
There was more than their natural fear of zombies at work. The doors seemed loud. Too loud for the current volume number, three. That was a bit odd. Having broken Steve's ear drums, I left via the best transportation: flying!
But then I noticed something odder than the extra loud doors. A creeper was coming my way! Good thing this was Creative mode. But at the last second, it turned right, near the closest house. A huge pile up of zombies was at the door. I was watching the creeper. What was it doing? It went towards the zombie traffic jam, then stopped at the back of the pile up. It was facing the door. Not shoving the others out the way, like a zombie would do, but sitting patiently. Waiting.
AND SO I FLUNG MY DIAMOND SWORD AT THOSE MOBS!
The creeper was the last one. I left him alone. He took one last look at the door, then went over to me. He stared at me, then his head drooped. Was this a depressed creeper, sadder than normal?
Part Two
What has EATEN DIAMOND BLADE so far during this session? I thought to my self. Lets see, slimes, spiders, skeletons, a spider jockey ( OH YAH!), zombies, and creepers! Well, not that depressed one. I let him wander away. He needed time alone. I could see it like it was written on his texture file.
I then went to browse the spawn eggs. After spawning a pack of wolves, now dogs, a group of ocelots, a Wither ( who I immediately killed), and a witch, I told my brother " No more. I need to train my wolves!". He convinced me to spawn one more thing.
I decided on a ghast. I had never seen one in the game for myself, though I had read about them. Fire shooting ghost jellyfish is a good way to describe them. When killed they dropped ghast tears and, I believe, gunpowder. Ghasts shoot fireballs at you, so they're dangerous. But nothing attacks in Creative. So I spawned about four of them.
They were so beautiful. A brief time on the ground, a soft murmur, then up and away. I remembered that the sound was from Jeb's cat. I love cats! As they gently floated away, I pondered if they had a destination, or if they were simply wandering the skies.
My earlier problem of my unaccess to neither PC Minecraft or Pocket Edition has resolved! My uncle's house is, for now, not being redone in any way. I may not make it there for a while, however. Oh well.
Lets just say that as of 9-4-13 this story is paused!