Chapter 10:Too Much In Too Little

A/N: Karbon here. After about two weeks. Yes things have been real busy and all, and exams are coming up once again. (Yes I have a ton of tests every year) So while I may not suspend the chapter posting outright this time, I may slow it down to a biweekly release, like this one. But don't worry, this story won't die soon. Cuz the hope will never die! *plays dubstep*

As for the reference competition for last chapter, I'm slightly disappointed that no one found the references. But then, most of them were very specific game references, primarily from Dishonored (Best game I've played in a while) and one from the overall MLG compilation thing, with 360 no scopes and all. But no problem, all the more cakes for me and Herobrine. :)

Herobrine: Yay!

Onto review replying.

Re: Laner: Thanks! It was adequate and fantastic, and the story is being continued, that's why your reply is here.

Also, considering how the Fine Brothers were trademarking and copywriting things, and suing those who did not license themselves, I found it wiser to put up a disclaimer to, you know, not get sued by Mojang.

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft or Mojang. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this in the first place.

P.S: I now have a betareader! Yay! *Fanfare* And we have over 500 views! *Double Fanfare*

Beta Read By: Should've been Dragstream, but I couldn't get it to him on time. So it's me.

'So we're headed to a village. How far off that is?'

'A few chunks. Not too far, if my calculations are right.'

'Okay. I won't question you and your calculations. Don't want more of your crazy Weird Sense logic stuff. It hurts my head. Especially when I haven't slept properly since ever.'

'Will there be free food?'

'Probably not. Even if there is, we ain't gonna take it. Don't want another killer freak on my tail.'

'But you don't-'

'It's a metaphor! Ty, do us a favor and actually go on with what we were doing before. Not worth it listening to us two fight ourselves. No matter how fun it is.'

'Alright. On it.'

I walked into the horizon as the sun rose over Minecraftia toward this village, which under the book's notes said was occupied by some Testificate people. It was boring, the last few days, even if they were almost chock-full with a metric crap ton of near death experiences, it was boring and lonely, with a almost no one else to properly talk to without getting a blade in my face within a few moments. Except a very rude brain and an overactive heart who loves ice cream. Otherwise, I felt…alone. I wanted a friend, a comrade, or, whatever there is along those lines.

"Is that another cow?" I asked myself aloud, even if there was no one to talk to. I must be going insane. A few days into the initial entry.

'Yes it is. And you're not yet going insane, yet. Otherwise I'd let you know.'

'And how will you do that?'

'Don't worry. You'll know. I should go and yell gibberish and other crap like any other madman, or madbrain, to be technically correct. So go out there and kill that cow for me laddie.'

'This is going to be fun. Maybe. If I don't a blade to the neck from some Minecraftia Wildlife Agency operative.'

'Meh, don't freak out. One, that stuff probably doesn't exist. Second, you'll probably be able to run from that too. That's the only thing you're good at.'

'And falling! Falling is fun!'

I drew my Stone Sword, drowning out the words from within my subconscious, and began striking at the ruminant, if that's a proper term for these cows.

"Mooh! Muoh!"

It mooed in pain, running around until I put it out of its misery, exploding into meat and leather.

"Great. More meat that I have no idea how to cook."

'Maybe someone in the village knows how to do something about it. Maybe Testificates are like smart Crafters who know how to do their stuff.'

'All the more reason to head over there now.'

I walked on into the forest, following the directions. And I went on, looking at the map in the book, and following it on and on until I tripped over something. A baby sheep (or do you call those things a lamb?).

"Baa."

I held my sword in a reverse grip, blade downward, aimed at the lamb.

"Sorry sheepy, but no one trips me like that, and I'm hungry, and no one is going to miss you."

'Stop! This lamb has a family! Don't hurt him!'

'We need the food. And there's no proof this thing has a family.'

"Die sheep."

I brought the blade down, and the sheep exploded into dust with another baa.

"There's no mutton, or any meat here. Brain, check your stuff. Anything about baby animals and drops?"

'Nope. But I have a feeling that we may as well be in trouble now.'

'And why is that?'

'It's written here in meats safe for Crafters include beef, chicken, fish, salmon, mutton, and others. Mutton. That means mutton does exist, and it comes from sheep. But we got nothing. That maybe means that baby animals probably drop nothing, and now I'm stretching this, but maybe we're not supposed to kill baby animals, and, yeah. We're in trouble now.'

"Hey you! Stop right there! You are under arrest for assault and murder of an animal young!" A voice came from somewhere in the forest.

"Speak of the devil." I spoke to myself.

The source of the voice ran out of the foliage, bow in hand. He seemed to be wearing some sort of panda suit (weird sense again) and pointed his readied bow at my chest. His name: FinnThePanda. Now that is a huge name.

"You! Surrender yourself! And we shall treat you with mercy!" Finn announced in my face, flecks of spit coming out.

I put my hands up, but answered, "And why would I do that? You're not my boss. This is the Minecraftian wilderness. You have no power here."

'Not bad Ty, considering there's no stuttering and stuff from you. As there normally is.'

Finn readjusted the bow at my head, grip tightening on the wood, and drawing the string further back, almost to the point of it snapping. "Yield or I will make show of force!"

I brought my raised arms lower, elbows at waist height, and palms facing him, as though pushing the air away.

"Whoa, we got a badass over here. I'm not fighting you mate. I'm sorry." My hands slowly inched backwards as I tried once again to stall a potential threat. Last time, it didn't go too well.

"I didn't know I wasn't supposed to kill baby animals, honest." I slowly stepped back.

"And if I could, I'd change things. And I may as well do that. By eliminating a potential threat!" I threw the iron knife I retrieved earlier in Finn's general direction as his eyes widened in shock.

*Thunk*

'Now that… is called an epic fail.'

'At least it's still epic!'

'That means it's a really bad failure. As in really, really bad.'

'Oh.'

Finn opened his eyes, and looked down his body, lightly sighing in relief that he had no trace of metal in him. He then looked into my eyes, bow drawn.

"My. Turn." He said through gritted teeth.

"Die."

He let go of the bowstring with a twang as the arrow flew toward me. I closed my eyes, half prepared for the worst. My whole life flashed in front of my mind's eye, like in any near – death situation for the good guys.

'Guess that means we're the good guy. And that means we don't die until we end up against some near unstoppable divine-ish being who's hell-bent on destroying the world and we sacrifice ourselves in some epic last stand. So we're off the hook for now.'

'Hopefully.'

*Thunk*

'Told ya.'

The arrow had embedded itself in the tree trunk behind me. Guess that means both of us are newbs then. Real newbs. Just he's less newb, and he's unpredictably angry. And what do I do when things seem unpredictable?

Only one thing. If you guessed stress management techniques, I guess you don't know what it feels like during fight or flight.

'I doubt it was that bad. We coulda just talked him out of it. If not, we talk to him 'till he's so confused he gives up.'

'Nah mate. The only safe thing I do, is one thing.'

'Well then tell what the hell it is!'

'Fine. *sigh* I wanted to bring up some more hype. It's run. I ran. All the way away from Finn.'

I ran, and he followed in hot pursuit, with a stone sword similar to mine. I darted through the forest, moving left and right around the oak trees, trying to throw him off. But the little punk just wouldn't give up! I looked back every time, and he's still there. No further than before. My hunger was going down fast, ticking down from eight drumsticks to seven, six, five...

'STAHP!'

I stopped dead at the yell in my head and saw what called for stopping me. A ravine. A really, really wide, deep and bloody huge ravine. I can't explain it more than that without sounding over-dramatic. I could hear the sounds of Finn's shoes crunching the grass. The sound was fast, and loud.

'What's the plan now?'

'Multiple options. One, we take this guy out.'

'I'm not so sure about that one. It'll be hard, plus morals and everything.'

'Then two, we hold our ground and apologize with all our heart.'

'He doesn't seem to keen on that.'

'Three, we bullshit our way out of this.'

'Says the brain of the worst smooth talker in the whole damn world.'

The crunching of grass became really loud and I could see Finn's name.

'Four-'

'We jump!'

'Best idea.'

"Sayonara, sucker! ...If that's how you say it." And I leapt off of the cliff, trying to reach the other side, while looking like I'm jogging in the air, cause that makes you jump farther over long distances, right? Amiright?

'I guess no.'

I hit the rock wall face-first, and slowly slided down, face still stuck to the wall. If he wasn't me, I would've laughed at the comical sight.

Problem is, it was me. And it's not funny when all you see is a ton of rocks in your face, feel every one of them, and all of them hurt.

'Ow. Ow. Oww! Stop!' I complained in my thoughts, not wanting a inconveniently sharp rock cutting my mouth. No one wants that. If they do, I don't know what to say.

A handful of painful seconds later was a moment of relief, which was followed with a painful realization.

"Goddammit."

'Free Fall The Third. Wow. You just can't seem to spend a day without falling, can you?'

'What's the problem with that?! Falling's fun!'

'I just hope I end up in water a third time. Weird sense says third time's a charm. I have a feeling it's a bad luck charm. If that's the case, then… Rip for me.'

'I call dibs for his sword. Taught him how to make it.'

*Splish!*

'Dude, seems the water makes a different sound each and every time I end up in it. Gets less dramatic each and every time.'

*Vrrp*

'And that, is how the situation compensates for the lack of epicness for the fall. With another life or death situation. Because letting us live in peace is too mainstream. Ain't I right, Minecraftia?'

*Vrrp*

I saw a… figure in the limited light, something jet black in color, yet a bit of purple in its eyes. They were menacing. And were clearly made to intimidate. To instill fear in its prey. And that prey was probably me. This… thing reminded of something from my weird sense, something that originated from something having to do with scary spaghetti. Or something like that. Just that thing didn't have eyes. This thing did. Stick thin, and scary. And the best thing I thought to do was eliminate the threat up close and fast.

It resulted in me doubting my decision making skills. My battle cry called it's attention to me, and easily it slapped me into a wall with both of its arms before teleporting somewhere else, and then slapping me from behind into another wall.

'Ow, Brain, status.'

'It deserves the Ow. We lost around, shit, seven hearts. We have to get out of here!'

'Good Idea. Beats fighting to death. I never liked Slapsticks anyway.'

And I ran. Again. For the umpteenth time in today. Running into the darkness, and drew a torch to see the path once I was a safe distance away.

'Seems we're safe. Even if the condition of my body says otherwise.'

'And it seems not a day goes without us having to stomach bad food. Cause we'll have to eat that raw beef to survive, cause spider eyes don't seem the most delectable choice, even in a survival scenario. So eat. Chomp it all down, or at least the bare minimum to bring our health above two hearts.'

'I don't like the idea of biting into a possible slab of disease, but... guess that's better than kicking the bucket, biting the dust, whatever..."

I pulled out the heaps of meat from my backpack, and then stopped.

'What's stopping you?'

'I don't have anything cool to say before eating this. Like you know, cool badass survivalists have?'

'Does it matter? You're no badass survivalist. So all that matters is you actually survive. Plus, all that crap is scripted.'

I sighed, and began eating the raw slabs of beef, as my hunger began to tick up, and soon my health followed, with one piece of beef remaining.

'We need to do something about food.'

'You don't say?'

'I'm going to find the surface. Follow if you want.'

'Do I have a choice?'

Walking on with torch in hand, and other hand on the wall, I soon felt multiple irregularities, followed with... something, plant. I looked in that direction, and found something different about the rocks themselves. They seemed to have something growing on them.

'Weirdness means treasure! Let's bust down and get in!'

'And what is the chance that it is actually something that will kill me?'

'Pretty much. But mostly the stuff that kills comes in the dark. We have a torch. A torch creates light. Light removes darkness. If darkness is removed, monsters are also removed. So we get in, torch in hand. We'll probably live through it. We always do.'

I took a deep breath. 'Okay, but this was your decision, not mine.'

I took out my Wooden Pickaxe and hit away and the plant rock, until it cracked, to give me a block called: 'Mycelium'. I broke down another block of it, and opened up myself a passage, to find myself a small room with a chest, and a cage with something spinning in it. A closer look got me an expected response.

'Ermahgahd Zambis! Break the thing! Break it! BREAKITBREAKITBREAKIT AND THEN KILL IT WID FIRE!'

'Woah, woah. A bit of light should be enough. I hope.'

I put down one of the torches, and the spinning of the zombie seemed to slow down, but the cage seemed to spit fire into the air and then a rotting walking corpse came lumbering toward me.

"Ihhh..." Which was followed up with another Zombie popping out of it.

"Ihhh..."

"Heart was right. I should've broken it and killed it with fire."

I drew my sword and began assaulting the zombies. Striking one in the arm, and crippling the other's legs with one swoop, dropping the latter and reducing it to a crawl. I then beheaded the crawler with a guillotine chop, and result was a pile of rotten flesh. The other zombie died of a sword in the neck, courtesy of yours truly.

'Fatality. Tyrone wins.' Brain quipped.

I smiled, and went to open the chest. Inside, I found two ingots of iron, another loaf of bread (heart rejoiced on that) and… some sort of rock with an insignia, or type of mark on it. Something was amiss. Then the mark seemed to expand, tendrils coming out of it, grabbing onto my hand, then forearm, elbow-

'Just throw time damn thing away!'

"I-I can't!" I cried out in gritted teeth, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Tyrone! Where are you! You still have to answer for your actions!"

I made am effort to call for him. "F-finn! O-over-"

The tendrils had covered me over.

When I woke, it was much brighter than before, and a lot less friendly.

'Where in the actual potato am I? Is this a dream? Will I find any flying pigs here? Brain?'

Silence.

'I have a bad feeling about this.' I thought, feeling even more alone than before. I don't even have eccentric organs to talk to now. I checked my bag for my sword, only to find no bag, or sword.

I gulped very audibly. Either I'm dead due to that thing, or shit is about to seriously go down badly. I walked on, extremely cautious and worried about what was to happen next. As I walked on the white stone path, things began getting eerier and creepier. The path steadily moved from being but a path to the only piece of land in a complete void. "Something is clearly not right." I talked to myself. More walking. God, how much am I going to walk!?

About half a minute of more walking led to some sort of structure; some sort of abandoned house. Creepy. The path seemed to lead there, and there was no way around. Do a 180, and there's no path behind me. Take a step forward, and you fall into the void. Which I didn't take. Leaving me with the only option of creepy house place. I knocked on the door. "Hello?" No answer. I shouldn't be surprised. It's an abandoned house, why would someone answer? I tried the door knob, and the door opened into a wide lobby.

A step forward, and a lightly colored mist formed before me. I stopped dead, and not because I was scared. My feet had stopped working entirely. So had my arms, and pretty much every muscle I could control. I was a frozen statue, but made of flesh. And then a person materialized out of the mist. One wearing a wreath of leaves on his head covered in white-gray hair. He wore some sort of black and gray tunic, and a brown cape covered his back and shoulders. Despite the age his hair told, his features were rather young, and seemed untouched by age. The man spread his arms and gave a slight bow, not talking his eyes off me.

"Hello Tyrone. I see that you are one chosen by fate. You are one who will eventually play a role in the events to come, and for that I have drawn you into the Void, my dimension. A plane in the world of Minecraftia where no one has been able to step into for the past...million years. Nether, no one has been here except me since the creation of this world. Even if they somehow stepped in here, they would just die. No one can survive in the Void."

I wrinkled my forehead in skepticism. "Then how come you aren't dead? You seem fine to me."

The thing answered back calmly, as though expecting the answer. "Yes, that was a question I was expecting from you. It would be a shame if you didn't. All this effort to bring someone here, and then it's someone who doesn't notice a thing. The answer is simple, yet no one will believe you if you tell them. Most Crafters believe that there are only two deities in Minecraftia, Notch and Herobrine. One signifying the creator of Minecraftia, and the other being the rejected, the exiled. This mistreatment by his brother led to rage and jealousy to fester in Herobrine, who rose against his brother, saying he was not granted his due in his part of making the world."

I scratched my head, confused. "I'm sorry, but what? I honestly haven't been in this world for more than a week, so could I get a crash course on this whole divine lore thing?

The person sighed, but said, "Fine. A long time ago, there was only the Void. As is in all origin stories. Then, it is believed that Notch came into the Void, and with his powers and the aid of a legendary tool created the basics of the world. Then came Herobrine, a glitch as Notch called him, but accepted him all the same. The two began laying the framework of the world, first block by block, then chunk by chunk, and Minecraftia slowly increased in size. Then I entered the scene, and I was granted great liberties by Notch to shape the world of Minecraftia for the better. I was given powers to modify the laws of the world, and this." He showed me a small block with multiple colored dots on it. "This was a Command Block, and it led to great development in the creation of the world. It allowed its wielder to do nearly anything, and I used this to a great extent, eventually toiling away till the World Of Minecraftia became what it was, and giving it a greatness not even dreamt of by Notch. In fact, there are many historians who have proven that I am one who should be called the true Master Of Minecraftia, but fear of Notch's believers they keep secret, lest the truth leads to a massacre. The truth is, the real Master Of Minecraftia, is I, Jens Bergensten, the Third Deity. Yet, like Herobrine, I am bound in exile."

This was just getting crazier. Answers led to questions, which got answers, which led to more questions. "I thought Herobrine was a person… so he's actually some sort of deity? And one more thing. Herobrine was probably a bad guy. But why did Notch kick you out?"

Jens took a deep breath, and explained, "It all began with the Crafters. Sentient beings, aimless, and looking for someone to turn to. They turned to all of us, whoever was in reach. But slowly, more and more Crafters came to me with offerings and requests, as Notch had given me, as I told you, more powers in this world than himself even. Also these powers eventually were my undoing. For Notch feared for himself, that he will lose all he worked for and that Crafters would consider me, instead of him for creating Minecraftia. Which was technically true. But nope, Notch wanted all the glory and honor to himself. And he was scared of me. As a result, he exiled me to the Void, and destroyed Herobrine's body and banished his soul to the Nether."

I was starting to understand the situation here, that what had been happening. "Seems Notch was a prettyhuge asshole. Sorry."

"You don't need to, as if you help me, he may as well be gone soon. In exchange, I will grant you forces in this world, ones which Crafters would call magic, and these forces would be under your command, through the power of my Mark. He grabbed my hand with his, and the back of my hand began to burn. I winced, but Jens stayed as he was, and in a moment, he let go. Indeed, there was a mark on the back my hand, like a branding of some sort, with the same insignia as the rune that brought me here in the first place. "Now to show you how strong these powers are, try to get over there." A platform materialized around 20 meters in front of me. I questioned Jens on this. "And how am I supposed to get over there? I can't fly, even if I jump all I can."

Jens looked up at me after he finished keying in something into his Command Block. "Just focus on the destination, and think of teleporting there with the power of the Mark."

I answered confused, "And how do I use this power of the Mark?"

Jens didn't explain, he just said, "Like this." He then half clenched his fingers into an open fist, looked at where he wanted to go, and when he opened the fist, he's already over there. My jaw dropped down at the impossibility of that. No one can move from A to B that fast. "Now you try it." I mimicked what Jens did. Change the power, focus on location, and then fly at light speed. The whole situation went fine, except that I ended up several blocks above ground, and landed with a thud. "Not bad for a start. The Blink is an easy to learn Power, but hard to master. But I would like to let you know it is time for you to leave. Your powers will stay with you, but will be heavily limited outside my realm, at least until Notch has been dealt with. There are other powers in other corners of the world, in the form of runes like the one you found. Eliminate Notch, or even just dethrone him, and you shall be rewarded greatly, as will other Crafters who knew the truth. "

"Wait, before you send me back there, you think you could tell me any thing of how to do something about Notch?"

Jens seemed to faintly smile on that. "About it, I shall give you a name, one which you are well acquaintanced with. Esme."

"Oh fuuu-" was all I could answer after this revelation as I returned to Minecraftia.

I was again at the dungeon where I was before, just without rune tendrils all over my face. I checked the back of my left hand, the Mark was still there all right.

'Hey, I heard of what happened. Apparently we got some cool-ass powers that let us teleport around like that Slapstick thing. But he told me it's overly limited, and no more than 16 blocks in any direction. Oh, and the thing will eat through our hunger faster than almost everything. Teleporting 2 blocks will use half a drumstick, so pretty much we can only teleport 40 blocks before we're starving to death. So don't go around TP-ing everywhere. It'll kill us. But it may have some use…'

"Tyrone! Show yourself!" Finn's voice went through the ravine's cave system again. And it was close. I smiled. "Brain, we might be able to pacifist our way through this one."

'Well, you better not screw it up then.'

I called back to the voice. "Hey Finn! I'm over here! One versus One me mate! Mano a mano! Let's finish this!" The familiar panda suit came up into view, with an exhausted wearer. Clearly not used to falling into stuff. He was really impatient about this. He drew his stone sword. "Alright. Finally I can be done with this. Was starting to doubt the worth of chasing you."

I grinned. "Well, prepare to be surprised." I drew my own stone sword. We both charged at each other, just that Finn only ran into nothing but air. "Huh? Where'd he go?"

The smile on my face remained constant. "Right behind you." And then Finn had a stone blade at his neck. He silently begged for mercy. After all, he was at my mercy. If I wanted, I could just pull my arm back and end it. But that just doesn't make a good story. My smile turned into an ear to ear grin, which led to erupted into laughter. The blade moved away from his neck and he looked at me confused.

"What's so funny?"

"The fact that if it were you, things wouldn't be the same. And the fact that you had no idea what was going on." I restarted laughing. From moistened his lips and said, "Thanks. For letting me go. And everything."

Now for part two. "Who said I let you go? I only spared you. You're still in debt for your life. But I could cut you some slack on that. On one condition. You come with me, we go all over the world. Have fun."

Finn seemed skeptical. "And why would I want to go with an animal killer?"

"Simple. One, we go and save animals where they are being mistreated and over hunted. And second, so I can redeem myself in your eyes. That I'm not a cold blooded animal hunter, but a misunderstanding newb Crafter."

"You fight a lot better than a newb though." Finn answered.

"That's, a secret of mine. I read it somewhere. Let's just keep it at that. So, are you coming?"

"For now. But as soon as I find my debt gone, or you assaulting any animal, I may as well leave you, and probably kill you."

"No problem. Even a temporary companion is still better to talk to than self conscious organs." I mumbled the last part. For all I know, I may be the only weirdo who's heart and brain speak. So better to stay quiet about that.

"So Finn, what do you want to do next? I'm pretty clueless."

"How about getting out of this Notch-forsaken place of a cave first?" The panda man answered back with little emotion or energy, as though he wanted to do something else.

I nodded. "Good point. I know a village up ahead. We might find a place to stay there."

"So we... backtrack our way out of here?"

"What else? We go further in, who knows what else we find in there? Backtracking is the safer idea, and it'll probably save us energy and food."

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. Which reminded me of something I needed to learn.

"So, how does one cook things here? Do you have like an Easy-Cook Stove or anything? And don't ask about the Easy-Cook thing. I have no idea where that came from."

"Sorry to say, Tyrone, but there's no such than as an Easy-Cook here. But the closest thing to that is cooking the meat in a furnace."

"Wait..." I looked at him skeptically. "I thought you were an animal lover. Why would you go for meat eating? Plus, meat should go, I dunno, burned real bad in a furnace, by logic?"

Finn's expression darkened at the first statement. "My actions are of no concern to you. And the meat turns out just fine." He then stared at me, and my blank expression. "You do know how to make a furnace, do you?"

I shook my head.

Finn facepalmed, and groaned. "Wow. I lost to someone in combat to someone who doesn't even know how to make a furnace. I really need to work on my combat once I'm over with you."

"So how do you make a furnace?"

Finn took a breath of resignation, accepting that he will have to deal with a newb for a long time. "Do you have a Crafting Table?"

"Nope. Should I make one?"

He nodded.

Placing four planks on the Crafting Matrix of my backpack, I get the familiar Crafting Table in my hand. I looked at Finn. "Done. What's next?"

"Get eight blocks of cobblestone."

Complying, I mined away at the rock face until I had 8 cobblestone, like Finn said.

"Now put them all in the crafting grid, leaving the middle space."

I did, and the result was a block with two openings called 'Furnace'.

"Now all you need to do is put it down, put the meat or whatever in the top hole, and any fuel you have in the bottom, like coal. You have some I take it."

I smiled. "You took it right."

I did as Finn told, and in a matter of time, I had a succulent piece of steak ready to eat. I wolfed it down immediately. I wiped my mouth, and chirped (or something like that) "Ready to go?"

I looked at the sign above the Village Gate.

"Welcome to Random Village. So creative." These were Finn's words, coming out after an hour of silence. Our travel was more or less silent, none of us speaking a word since our furnace discussion. We were greeted by a cheerful humanoid, with an oversized nose. Focus on oversized nose.

"Hello! I am Testificate Number 1337, but people call me Leet. How can I be of service today?"

Finn spoke up. "I need a place to stay, Leet. Anything on where I could bed down."

I added in. "You mean we right? Where we could stay?"

"No. I meant what I said."

"Okay." I slightly inched away.

Leet answered our mutual question. "Sorry, but we don't have any place to stay for Crafters, but we do let people construct their own. At a cost. An emerald a night. You can pay in the morning."

"Thanks." I answered and turned to Finn. "If you need me, I'll be working on a shelter of dreams."

"I'm not so sure on how good the shelter is." Finn questioned my skills.

It was just a 3x3x3 box with a door. But it was my box.

"Well, I'm hitting the sack. G'night Finn."

At least this time I won' t be woke up with a danger call.

Inventory (Tyrone): Wooden Sword (Fairly used), Stone Sword (Fairly Used), Wooden Axe (Fairly Used), Wooden Pickaxe (Fairly Used), Wooden Hoe, Wooden Shovel (Barely Used), 1 Steak, 1 Compass, 1 Book (Federation Map Of Lustace District), 1 Map (Bur's Mine), Book (Welcome To Mincraftia) 2 Coal, 1 Boat, 1 Leather, 1 Spider Eye, 2 String, 2 Oak Doors, 1 Pressure Plate, 1 Button, 4 Bowls, 3 Signs, 1 Chest, 6 Wooden Slabs, 1 Stick, 1 Torch, 8 Wooden Planks, 3 Rotten Flesh, 3 Iron Ingots, 2 Mycelium.

Inventory (Red) : Same as Last Chapter.

A/N: Oh. Lord. This chapter. Finally done. Finally. It was a lot longer than all the others I've done so far. At least that will be one good thing resulting from the temporary biweekly thing. Longer better chapters. Well, I have little more to say. Thank you for reading, Review, Favorite, Follow and this is AwakenedKarbon, signing off.