Hi again.
Sorry I missed last week's episode, I was too busy drawing stuff for deviantART. Yes, that's right, I'm now on DeviantART, my username is GJVIRGO.
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Okay, onwards, to Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Poison and Snakes
I stifled a yelp, as I was dragged backwards slowly. I had needn't be so scared, for it was only Crackers, as I noticed, to my delight when I dared myself to look back.
The figure coming out of the door had disappeared into one of the side corridors, so I got up.
I looked towards the door. Crackers shook his head vigorously, circling me round and round, pleading with me not to go.
I didn't see much point in going, but something drew me in, something more powerful than friendship. I trudged slowly forwards absent minded, Crackers more eager than ever to hold me back. I wasn't listening.
That blue light was so intense, beautiful and terrible, it was irresistible, I needed to see what it was. I needed to.
Now I was closer, I could see that it was some sort of a blue beacon, encased in a cube of glass.
It rotated slowly, and I walked doggedly onwards.
When I came to the Iron door, I pulled out my pickaxe and smashed the door open. It clattered noisily, but it wasn't heard by any because of the buzzing sound that the blue thing emitted. It seemed to be alive with power and light. I grabbed at it, but pulled my hand away as soon as it got near. The beacon was sizzling hot.
Crackers was no longer trying to stop me, he too was entranced by the blue light of power.
I took my shoes off and wore them like gloves on my hands.
I clasped it and prayed that it wouldn't burn through the leather soles, yet as soon as I lifted it off of its stand, the blue light faded to a pale red.
The buzzing stopped and the air cooled.
Finally I came back to my senses. What was this jewel, so powerful that it could entrance the human brain?
Surely it would be perilous to leave it with Herobrine and his minions, but what gamble was I taking, prizing it from his very hands?
Could this change the future of Minecraftia? Surely it could not be wise to steal, but I couldn't bring myself to leave it. No, i'd steal it from Herobrine. Such technology should probably not be in his possession, and it might be some terrible power to use on his foes, so powerful and so terrible.
...
Tilly went about showing Jakob round the medium sized hut that we'd made... Or the others had made. I feasted on a pork chop, which rapidly healed my wounds and filled me up nicely, then I decided to start getting to know the two boys.
The tall one, Alastair was shy, and kept himself to himself a lot. He claimed that he was ok at alchemy and wizardry, but preferred fighting, and above all, archery. He'd had to lose his bow because it was heavy to carry, and he didn't have any arrows. I promised him a new one in time.
Kyle was slightly cocky. He was a tough boy with bulging muscles. He mostly wore his black vest, and slipped on a leather hoodie that was a bit like a biker jacket. He was the type of friend that you would value in a fight, especially with a sword. He was intimidating at times, though he was slightly shorter than most of us. He was ruthless in combat, and kept all of the unusual mob drops in his pack.
He wore a silverfish skull on his chain necklace. He liked to hold all of his mob orbs in it. It would glow bright yellow and green at times like a sort of disco light. In his previous life, he was an amateur blacksmith. He had loved working on special weapons and blades. In his previous village, he would trade weapons and armour for more materials and mob orbs. He had made himself an enchanted golden sword for which he had made an unbreaking enchantment, and he carried a portable anvil for extra upgrades, yet he was looking for something more. He often experimented with the idea of a miniature TNT cannon, a gun, using iron, flint and steel and gunpowder. Nonetheless, since his searching mission for the Stone of Arcana, he hadn't had a chance.
After my 'interviews' I grew bored, and decided to go and chop some wood. It helped me to think. Herobrine was my father, like Jakob, so I was his... Brother, right? That's really weird.
...
Once I'd finished with my potion project, I decided to go down into our mine. I was surprised to see the entrance blocked with cobwebs.
Dammit.
Interficientis turned into a machete, and I murdered all of the annoying spider webs. I never had liked spiders, and this was kind of weird.
Then, I heard a spidery whisper. I looked round and shrieked as a spider leapt onto my back, I shook it off and tried to stab it. Unfortunately, it was too quick, and it sunk it's fangs into my right calf muscle.
I roared in pain as the poison forced me to double over. I took a deep breath, stood up, and mercilessly stabbed the spider until I could no longer.
At that moment Kat came in, screaming at me to stay awake. Two other spiders appeared out of a hole in the roof of the mine and blocked her path. She charged through them, and hauled me up with one hand. Then she took on the spiders.
I, quickly as I could in my drowsy state, unbuttoned my leather satchel slung across my shoulder and took out a potion of healing. I chucked it at the spiders in a last desperate effort, and fell to the ground, exhausted.
...
The red light was glowing ever fainter as I lead the way through the maze of corridors. I hoped that I wasn't going become zombie enemy number one now because I'd got their jewel thing. Ah well.
Crackers seemed to have given up pestering me and was slithering along beside me sulkily. I wondered where I was leading us. Probably deeper into the maze like a doofus. I had to cut the occasional vine out of my way, but apart from that it was just walking, walking past endless skulls and cobble wallpaper, not to mention those eerie red torches either side of me.
I soon became aware of the fact that I hadn't seen or heard any zombies for ages.
"Weird," I muttered to myself.
"Yesssss, it rather issss."
I stopped in my tracks.
"Who's there?" I said shakily, drawing my sword.
Ssssssssss
"Show yourself!" I cried.
"Here misssusss."
I yelped as two red eyes, followed by a green and white dotted snake body appeared out of the shadows in front of me.
I started to walk backwards slowly, my sword, ready to strike at the snake if it came closer, but it didn't bother, it just hissed, expanded and blew up in my face.
