Adventures in Minecraft: Chapter 4: Revenge and repair
Stephanie cried out in frustration at what had just happened. "AAAAH! Bloody Hell!". She had worked so hard on that house and here half of it was charred and smouldering. "Next time I see one of those adorable green bastards, I'll beat it within an inch of its life!" She vowed. As if to answer her vow, she saw another one coming towards her. She sprinted towards it ready to impale it. Not even bothering to take out her sword, she had to take out aggression and felt her fist and immense strength a better outlet than a blunt sword shaped piece of rock. As she passed by she clothes lined it knocking it down on the ground. She looped around running full speed and skidded in front of it. As she saw it begin to expand, rubbery skin showing, she yelled "OH NO, YOU DON'T!" and punched it causing it to release air out of its mouth. She continued to punch it, hard using a rhythmic pattern of: Right! Left! Right! Left! Until the immense impact, putting about a half a ton of force on each punch caused the thing to burst in an explosion of sickly green liquid and grey powder. The stuff got all over Stephanie and she felt sick but it also felt good to get her revenge. She realised she technically didn't follow her vow, killing the thing, but didn't care. She took a bath in the lake, washing the awful stuff off of her and her clothes.
She went back to the charred remains of her home and realised out of all luck that her furnace was still intact with the mineral she had found, done smelting. She got the leather gloves and grabbed the hot substance she cooled it in a bowl of water and it turned a grey metallic color. It would be very heavy for her in the past but her inexplicable increase in strength made it as light as thin wood. She tested its hardness by scraping a piece of stone against it, the stone had a large scratch in it and dust came off. She took the substance to her table which was also intact (she couldn't say the same about her bed) and started using her hands to squeeze the metal into the shape she desired for the head of a pickaxe, an axe and a sword (the logic escaped her on how strong she had become). She also had enough left for a helmet, using her old leather helmet as padding to go between her head and the metal. Her guess was that this was iron but it could be something else. She suited up bringing her new tools with her, and started chopping down trees and chipping chunks of stone to rebuild her house. A nearby flock of sheep started migrating closer to her. She walked by, the sheep not acknowledging her presence, and got close to one. Tears came to her eyes. Sheep were her favourite animal and she hated killing them. She made it as quick and painless as possible and lopped off the sheep's head. She cut the wool from its body (a task she couldn't do when it was alive because it would cause the sheep pain, and make it run away and kick in protest) and cut its meat to cook in the oven later. She mad a temporary wall to hide from monsters while she was rebuilding, and over the next two weeks she had finished rebuilding her home. She was exhausted, and the fact that she didn't know a way to get out of here and back to her past life (which she barely remembered) pained her. She had to find a way to do this; somehow, she had to. Tomorrow she would take a long walk and try to find something, anything, she began to cry. She hated crying because it wasn't tough, it didn't fit her. She was frustrated, angry and missed her parents.
Author's notes: In this chapter I felt like making her a bit of a badass and a bit of a wimp. I know it's not the best writing in the world so please I urge you to give me your constructive criticism. Recently, Minecraft erased one of my best worlds where I got tons of diamonds. So, I'm a little bit pissed.
Reading: Unfinished Tales (J.R.R Tolkien), The Lost Civilisation (DashBoardGecko)
Listening: Periphery, Billy Talent, Blessthefall
Playing: Monster Hunter tri, Minecraft, Happy wheels