Hey, guys. So, in the last chap, they went to a server called Epsilon.
If you want to play on the server (which I do not own), then here's the IP:
epsilon,oc,tc (change commas into dots)
Oh, yeah! I almost forgot:
*reads from a very official-looking podium* I give this shout out to The Onyx Dragon for reviewing getting this question right:
"(Hey! Who knows what 'omniscient' means? Tell me in reviews! If you get it right you get a shout out in another story of mine, and virtual cookies
(::) (::) (::) (::).)" And those were my exact words.
Also, he got the cookies.
[In this chap, you will be reading from a character's POV, and this character's thoughts will probably (and hopefully) answer some questions, and
I'llbe doing the POVs a bit differently now.]
Extra side-note: In the last chap who knows where I got the idea of "with a flick of your finger, a screen will
appear before you"? Tell in reviews.
(If you're a Sapling, you'll probably know!)
Gah, wall of text!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, and the plot. Gosh, I feel so poor. . . NOTCH, PLEASE SHARE (or Jeb, whatever)!
~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness.
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MARTYN (IRL)
IN THE PAST DAY, MARTYN LEARNED ONE THING ABOUT MINECRAFTIA: TELEPORTATION HURTS.
Martyn "woke up" half sunken in the waves, wearing a crude leather chestplate. He tried to look around, but his line of vision was all blurry, like ripples in water.
Also, things looked a bit diffrent for some reason.
"Ow." he groaned, "'The heck, Duncan. You spawned me in water." Martyn managed to sit up.
The nausea was wearing off him, and he could see prickly cacti, sand dunes, and just barely in his line of vision (render-distance) he could see sandstone ruins.
"It's nothing new, really." Lewis said from halfway across the map through Skype. "We all spawn in water, with a bottle, a sword, a bandage, and an ender pearl.
And a bit of armour. Like everyone."
"Oh, are we on a public server?" Toby asked.
"Yes." Duncan answered.
"What does that mean?" Kyle grumbled.
"We're with other Minecraftians." Honeydew said, "Some people are friendly, some just want to see the world burn." he looked around at the dark wood forest he was
in, "Ohh, it'd be a lot better I 'ad some Jaffas."
"You can make alliances with other MCs , if they agree to team up." Saphire suggested, for some reason her voice seemed different, as if she were trying not to
laugh, "Press the F3 button on your monitor for coordinates." They all followed suit.
After a pause, Purpl announced: "My X coordinate is -202, and Z is -10."
Luna had once told them that she had experience with coordinates many times, and knew the best, effective, way to get where you're going. "Hey, we're close." she
said, "My X is -109 and Z is -8."
"Wanna team up?"
"Why not?"
" . . . How in Notch's name do I get to you . . ? "
"Follow the -200 line, then head . . . North, and I'll go South . . ., yeah . . ."
Martyn listened to the two girls ramble on while he stared uncomprehendingly at his coordinates. He was sure no one was that far out, so he turned to his friend for
help: "Kyle, is there any way you can get to X: -1096 and Z: 23 ?"
"Hey! I can see you! I'm coming!"
"Really?" Martyn turned around to see Kyle running towards him, waving a wood sword.
"Yeah, I'm running to you!"
The Skype fell silent for a second, and then was filled with cries from the MCs that said: "No! Don't sprint! DON'T SPRINT!"
Kyle stopped dead in front of Martyn. "Why?"
MC Martyn broke the wall of noise by yelling, "If you sprint, it's easier for zombies to find you! Stop!"
"Zombies?" Martyn IRL asked, horrified.
"Yes." said Duncan grimly, "I'm betting that if you look around right, now, they're closing in."
He was right. Before Kyle or Martyn had time to even move, the loud groaning of a horde of zombies (approximately 7) reached their ears.
Both boys, unsurprisingly, screamed. They waved their swords ineffectively at the grotesque-looking un-dead. The zombies were horrific, with torn shirts, swamp-
green skin, open, horrible mouths, and brains showing, [not in the good way]. For some reason, they also had walrus tusks.
They looked so horrible that the two demigods nearly forgot their training. Nearly.
Martyn shook his head, as if to shake away the moment, and hefted his sword, then sliced off the head of a zombie.
The others didn't like that. They swirled around like a whirlpool, obviously trying to disorient the boys, and were getting faster. After a few seconds, the walrus-
zombies charged as one.
Kyle and Martyn were now forced to stand back-to-back, hacking at the ugly horde.
Soon, the last zombie had been slain. The demigods both sighed in exhaustion. Kyle had lost four hearts and three hunger, Martyn had only five hearts left, and four
hunger.
There was a loud roaring in their ears, for some reason. Then Martyn realised it was laughing. From the headphones. The others were laughing. For an angry second,
Martyn wondered why, then he remembered he'd screamed like a little girl.
Apparently, Kyle had come to the some realization, "Hey! You try and go get eaten by a horde of zombies, and try not to scream!"
The laughing continued, but two laughs stood out above the others. Amy and Saphire. Their laughs were hysterical, like they'd been holding it in.
"Oh! Saph, if you were here right now, I'd high-five you!" Amy laughed.
"Ha! Same here!" Saphire replied.
"What?" Martyn asked.
Amy sounded like she was trying to control herself from laughing again, "Best prank ever! Throughly epic!"
"How was that a prank?! We nearly got eaten!" Kyle exclaimed.
The other laughs died down as Saphire explained: "We changed your texture packs, so zombies look like horrible walruses! Good, huh?" Everyone agreed.
"The first shot in the war! The Prank War has begun!" Amy proclaimed.
All MCs groaned. "A Prank War? Really? This isn't the best time." Lewis said.
"Amy and I have decided that some good pranks can be morale boosters." Saphire retaliated, "And we made rules:
1.) No inappropriate pranks
2.) If you are pranked, you get to clean it up
3.) No nukes
4.) Do not poison
5.) Do not prank someone who is uninformed of the prank war
6.) Do not use pranks that can kill
7.) Use your best pranks, and have fun"
"Why is killing prohibited?" Simon asked, "We can respawn."
"Haven't you heard?" Toby sounded shocked, "The Steves took over the Respawn Centers."
"The Respawn Center?" Nathan asked.
"It's where we go when we need to respawn, kind like your ghost going to a place to be put back into your body. Everyone's been there at some point. Of course, sim
training servers don't need one, seeing as the program respawns us immediately." Amy explained worriedly.
"Also, there are rumors that the Steves are planning to shut the Centers down completely."
There was silence. Then, Purpl whispered: "The Respawn Centers were taken over? How . . ?"
"Yes. I thought everyone knew this. Now, if we die, here is a chance we can't come back."
/~*~\
Martyn and Kyle trudged along the gravel path they had found, apparently going to a town called Portsmouth. Kyle had found a pair of leather boots, and had given
Martyn leather cap. Every zombie they saw still looked horrible because the prank hadn't been taken off. They needed food, and their weapons were quite broken.
"How's everyone doing?" Purpl asked. She and Luna had found each other, and were traveling North.
"Lewis and I need water." Simon answered immediately.
"I'm alone and at a town." Duncan said dully.
"I'm good." That was MC Martyn
"I found a NPC zombie! It has full chain!" said Nyla, it was the first time she had talked in a long time.
"Luck, lucky." said Toby.
"Kyle and I need food, and new swords." Martyn said.
"Are you near Romero?" Duncan asked, "If you are, then I can give you stuff."
"We're going West." Kyle said tiredly.
"Keep going, until you find a bridge."
"Fine, fine." Martyn sighed, straightened his cap, and trudged on.
Martyn couldn't believe he was back in Minecraftia. Yes, he'd been here before, and it didn't go so well. He pretended not to know things when the MCs explained stuff
that happened normally in their life, but the memories just kept coming back . . .
Martyn ran. To be honest, he flew through the intermixed oak and birchwood trunks. He was tempted to look back, but then what would he see? Creepers and
skeletons? Very likely. His full iron armor weighed him down considerably, but it protected him, too. The skeleton's arrows just stuck like stick pins in the chestplate's
white-gray surface.
He ran until the trees thinned out, so he could see the night ahead. He didn't even know where he was going. He had nowhere to go, seeing as his base was overrun
by endermen. His hunger bar was going down, painstakingly fast, and all he had been: a few apples, and a fish . In front of him, a creeper spawned, right in his face.
Before it could even turn to face him, he sliced its pixellated head off with his iron sword.
Suddenly, behind him, a voice cried out. Behind him? He turned his head, but just saw the wave of skeletons that had followed him for over two-hundred blocks.
But, whoever that was, it had to be a person. What else could make such a desperate sound?
Martyn made a split second decision, then decided to be the hero for once. On his hotbar, he switched from a sword to wooden planks, ran to a tree and then built
upwards by jumping and placing a block. He jumped on top if the green leaves, hung onto a loose branch, leaned out, and looked around as the hostile mobs raged
below him, "Hello?!" he called in the general direction he first heard the voice.
"Help!" the voice called back. The voice was high-pitched, like a little girl.
He faced the direction he heard the cry and ran across the tops of the trees to reach the approximate area of the voice. He switched to a bow, and notched an arrow
to be on the safe side, and straightened his baseball cap for old-times'-sake.
When he reached a clearing he looked down, and truth be told, he saw a little girl in leather armor and a wood shovel, fending off a pack of zombies by herself.
"Kyeaah!" she swung her shovel at a zombies and they all flashed red in one big wave. She fought like an expert, but Martyn could tell she was weakening with every
swing. He had to intervene fast, because if he didn't, the girl was zombie feed.
Her shovel flashed again, then for one merciless second, hung unbalanced in the air, then broke. The undead took the chance, and charged in. "Help! Someone!" she
screamed before she went down.
There was really nothing to be afraid of in this world, because a quick ghostly pop-in to a Respawn Center would fix you right up, but this girl probably didn't know
that. Martyn was tempted to just sit there, she was too close to death anyway, but he couldn't just sit and watch while a helpless little girl died, so he decided to back
to the edge of his tree's leaves, sprint, cross his sword to minimize fall damage, then jump into the horde of zombies.
He landed right next to the fallen girl. Martyn looked down at her to see that she had a shoulder wound that was oozing blood fast. The pallor of her skin was
probably naturally pale, but now it was chalk-white. He had to hurry.
He thrust his iron sword at the nearest zombie. They were already weakened by attack-by-shovel, so killing them all was easy, and the rising sun was helping plenty
by setting them ablaze.
In a few minutes, all that was left of the zombies were a few rotten fleshes on the ground. Martyn picked them up, if he needed them. Then he remembered the little
girl below him. He keeled down so that he could asses the damage.
She was plenty pretty, but probably just seven years old. She had no floating name tag so that meant she wasn't a regular MC, and was a real human being, and had
somehow gotten into Minecraftia - like Martyn. Her hair was a mix of red, brown, and blonde, and very long. The wind was blowing, so it looked like flames were
dancing around her face. She had a splash of freckles across her nose, and had mulch-colored eyes, kind've like Martyn's, but instead of solid rainbow-colored, every
time you blinked, her eyes changed like a lava lamp.
He looked into his inventory for a bandage. Drat it. He'd used his last one back at his base. Martyn was no medical whiz, but he knew he had to stop the bleeding.
"Okay . . ." he said while he used a soft piece of leather for a crude bandage, "what's your name?" he thought if he could keep her talking, she might not go into
shock.
"N-nyla Ark." she sat up, shivering.
"Martyn Wood. Uh . . . how did you even get out here?"
"Followed y-you."
Followed me?, he thought. This girl must be crazy. "Why?"
"Lonely." Nyla answered sadly.
His walls crumbled. He couldn't leave Nyla here alone. But he had a few questions first. "When I left my base . . . you followed me?"
Nod.
"How'd you get in Minecraftia?"
Shrug. Then wince, because the wound still hurt.
"Why don't you come with me." he helped her stand.
No one finds Minecraftia by chance. Minecraftia chooses you. It plays with faith. That's why he knew Nyla had to stay. She was great help, and wasn't too much of a
burden. She prefered leather armour and stone tools, because it was easier, and lighter. They set up a new base on an island in a swamp, and made little farms and
buildings around the area. After a while, Nyla became a little sister to him. He learned that Nyla looked innocent, but was an experienced and feisty fighter.
He also learned one of her greatest secrets: she was a demigod daughter of Hecate. When he found out, he was thoroughly shocked. But since she was she one
person Martyn trusted in this world, he decided to admit he was a son of the rainbow goddess, Iris. Nyla laughed because of the rainbow part.
Whenever he asked how she'd gotten into this world, she just shrugged hopelessly. Martyn had a fuzzy memory of being chased by a dracaena in the real world,
collapsing of fatigue, and then waking up on a tree in Minecraftia. He wanted to find a way to get back to the real world, with Nyla, but Martyn wasn't exactly General
Eisenhower. So he decided to ask his mom, and all those other gods up there, to help him. And one morning, his wishes were answered.
"Wake up . . ." a gentle voice trilled in Martyn's dreams. "Wake up, dear, you must get up . . ."
And then, just because he was a restless sleeper, Martyn bolted up and yelled, "Twenty-four!"
"Ahh! You're awake! I've just been dying to see you for the first time!" said a gentle female voice. Martyn rubbed his eyes to adjust to the bright light filtering through
the glass panes. He saw a middle-aged woman with warm brown eyes, a tie-dyed t-shirt that read: MY OTHER CAR IS A PEGASUS, and worn jeans, and olive skin.
She had kinda-long black hair tied back into a ponytail. A beige tote bag was slung over her shoulder. Her warm smile was faintly familiar.
In Martyn's brain -for the first time- something clicked. "Mom?" he asked Iris incredulously.
She spread her arms like she wanted a hug, "You recognize me!" she swept him out of his bed with a flourish and into her embrace. "C-can't breathe, mom." he
choked out.
"Whoops." she let go of him, eyes sparkling, "Oh my Buddha! You look just like your father!"
Martyn was very self-conscious of his pajamas. The first time he met his mom, and he was advertizing Transformers. ". . .Really?"
Iris nodded. "You've got his eyes. That's why I fell for him." Martyn wanted to say something, but his mom cut him off, "Well, Hecate is getting your friend in the
other room. She said to meet in the living room. Oh, and by the way, I love the way you decorated the front room, it's very modern . . . " she really sounded like
any regular mom being overly proud at her son. Regular. By Martyn's standards, that was unachievable.
In the wood-furnished living room, Nyla stood solemnly in Nyan-Cat pajamas next to a woman in a black-purple cloak that Martyn suspected was the goddess of
magic, Hecate.
They walked to the center of the living room, were Nyla had added wool couches for comfort's sake, and sat.
"I understand you and my daughter are trapped in this game-like world with no escape route." Hecate got right to the point.
Martyn nodded.
"It's so plain out here." Iris looked out the big window wistfully into the light blue sky, "If I could add a few rainbows to this world . . ."
"We found a possible way to get you back to the mortal world." the magic goddess said. "A portal of sorts. Made by magic and rainbow energy. Simple concept of
constructing a portal and powering it with a strong source."
"And it will get us back?!" Nyla jumped up and down in her seat, tangled red hair flying, "Yes!"
"Calm, daughter." hushed Hecate, "If we hurry, we can gather the materials by sundown."
"We need materials? What do we need?"
"Er . . .," Iris took a note pad out of her tote bag, and flipped through it, "Convenience shop plans, rainbow renovation on Olympus with Athena, . . . hmm . . . . Here
it is!" Iris ripped a page out of the pad and showed it to Martyn and Nyla, "The plan is to split up, gather materials, then meet up here by mid-afternoon ,or earlier,
preferred." Iris announced, "We'll use the buddy system, because Hecate and I don't want you getting injured out in this dangerous world."
"Mom." Martyn complained, who knew having a parent could be this tough. "I've fought a lot of monst-"
"Uh, uh, uh." Iris interrupted, "Better safe than sorry."
Flashback to be continued some other random time . . .
Longest flashback I ever wrote, and there's more coming. Gosh, that's a bit much.
Anyway, I forgot to say this in the last chap, so:
TELL IDEAS FOR EPIC PRANKS IN REVEIWS! FOLLOW THE RULES, AND SEND YOUR BEST IDEAS! Also,
(optional) tell the reaction of the person pranked, and I might add that in too.
Welp, that's all!
Cya!