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Awesome, another challenge! Man, these are epic. To the guest who leaves these, please make an account so I can properly thank you. Anyways, so on the list for this challenge is... a hacker, a corrupted file of a pig, a massive chunk error, and a gravel block.
Anyone can leave a challenge, btw. No need to be shy, and almost assuredly your request will be fulfilled. Now let's get started.
Lucifer, as he so called himself for the destruction he vowed to soon bring to the residents of the area once he finished his training, was gifted with a powerful set of abilities. Telekinesis, metamorphosis of organic matter other than himself, and other amazing powers were in his skill set.
Nonetheless, he was still mortal. It'd be incredibly difficult to kill such a man, but if a lucky shot hit fatally, he'd die. So Lucifer trained, making sure he'd be all but invincible once he decided he was ready to begin the End of Times for the residents of this world.
Lucifer had already slaughtered any warrior foolish enough to fight him while he was still training. Usually he'd send their own arrows back at them, or launch lava orbs in their direction. Occasionally he'd mutate some creature into a monstrosity, letting it kill the intruder before Lucifer killed it.
The hacker was a bit bored, however. He'd mastered telekinesis completely, being able to launch any size of any material with perfect accuracy at any speed. Mutation was a tricky game, but he managed to make them with weaknesses only he'd know about. Otherwise, they were as hardy as he was.
Lately, he noticed all this training was corrupting the area. It made sense; with so much dark power, the land and its creatures would morph and adapt. He didn't think that, as he was literally rewriting the code of the small area he trained in, eventually a fatal error would occur.
That fatal error hadn't happened quite yet, but if Lucifer continued much more, it would.
He turned to a sheep, snapped his fingers, and transformed it into a massive behemoth, the wool having become armor. Normally placid eyes became red and black, and it towered over him. He sighed, launched a chunk of wood into the sky, and pierced it through its brain. The beast fell, dead.
Lucifer smirked, but his joy and pride was hollow. It had been far too easy, but he didn't want to destroy the world quite yet. He was still worried that his innate mortality would catch up with him.
Suddenly, a shift happened, only felt in the area. He felt... drained. Lucifer shook his head; he was powerful, a god. Nothing could drain him, and he'd prove it. He snapped his fingers at a pig.
Nothing happened. The pig looked at him, and walked forward. Lucifer tried again, but still no effect.
One more try, and the pig froze, flickering green. It oinked in confusion and the ground shook, as the area had one too many errors in its dimensional coding.
Lucifer walked backwards, falling into a shallow divot, with gravel hanging overhead. He quickly placed a torch down, so if any chunks fell he couldn't suffocate.
The pig kept shifting, yet it wasn't frozen anymore. It walked towards Lucifer, and the corruption led it to transform into one of the deadliest canon mobs.
A creeper.
It turned towards him with now completely black eyes, and Lucifer paled. He tried to launch a clod of dirt at supersonic speeds into the creeper, but the dirt didn't even more.
The creeper walked closer, and closer, until they were face to face. It seemed to actually smile, evilly. Or perhaps righteously, as Lucifer could hardly be considered "good."
It exploded, causing Lucifer to slam against the ground, dazed. The gravel shook overhead, and fell. He snapped out of it, trying to stop it with telekinesis. No luck.
Nonetheless, he held faith in the torch he'd placed down. Suddenly another major shift ravaged the area, and the torch disappeared.
The gravel did not.
A band of warriors, consisting of a medic, two swordsmen, three archers, and one leader with a scythe, entered the area. Yet the region seemed... cleansed. No malevolent or moderately powerful energy was in the air. Silence rang in their ears.
They carefully walked forward, until a swordsman pointed to a hand poking out of a gravel pile, and the group came over to check it out. The medic came forward, and held the corpse's wrist. No pulse. After the group unearthed the body, it was the fallen Lucifer.
The leader looked at the medic. "What do you say occurred? This man was nigh invincible."
"Perhaps," pondered the medic, "but he was still a man. The gravel appears to have crushed him, his lungs being pierced by his broken ribs. Several broken bones, internal bleeding, massive hemorrhaging, and fatal brain damage. Not to mention he couldn't breathe. So in the end, suffocation and sheer trauma killed him."
A swordsman sheathed his sword. "Does... does that mean there will be no End of Times?"
The leader smiled at his young comrade. "Only Notch can tell. But as Lucifer is dead, let us celebrate the loss of a threat! To the town, men!"
The band of warriors left the area. A pig hopped on the nearby gravel pile, and returned to feast on natural carrots of the area. It deserved it.
So, I hope I covered all the stops. Happy New Year, to all!