Arrival
The lag died down after a minute or so, and can I just say that my chat absolutely exploded. As I laid on the ground, I scrolled through hundreds of join alerts:
Andrew joined the game
TonightsArmy joined the game
Mark joined the game
Squirrel_Bate joined the game
bruh joined the game
Connor joined the game
Justin joined the game
Hailey joined the game
SquareRootOf-1 joined the game
arai26 joined the game
Elizabeth joined the game
Tyler joined the game
Skippy400 joined the game
Scalor joined the game
I recognized a few as my friends' usernames, and it felt so good to know nothing went wrong out of the blue and they all died. I have a tendency to get overly worried about stupid little illogical things, and the thoughts like to lurk in the back of my mind that something could always go wrong.
I lifted my head up and took a deep breath, working out exactly what I had to do. I stood and stumbled dizzily over to the spruce bridge to the other side, and I was probably about halfway over when I got shoved into the river. I swam back up instinctively and held onto the bridge to hoist myself up, only to find Herobrine looking down at me.
"That's for the arrow, human," he said as he effortlessly pulled said arrow out of his head, like it were a twig stuck in loose dirt, and proceeded to flick it aside.
He warped away, I got back up on the bridge, and I preceded to walk over the rest of the way, soaking wet, although it didn't seem that I was trailing water anywhere. Game logic.
Stupid stalker. Just keep ignoring the arrogant prick.
Actually seeing the sheer amount of people in the forest was insane; everyone had been spawned so close to each other, and it looked like one giant online server hub, but, well, in the forest. And with a bunch of chickens and stuff everywhere.
There were people knocked out on the forest floor breathing heavily, assumably a negative reaction to spawning, most were curled up in the fetal position or staring in shock, yet a select few had already started punching trees and crafting like they didn't care at all about what they had left behind.
Then there were the screamers. And cryers. Oh, and don't forget the people who stared at me like I was… uh... I really don't have a metaphor (or simile, whatever) for what they stared at me like, they just shot me weird glances that had a mix of horror and confusion in them, mostly because I think they were just a little phased at the fact I had armor on.
There were actually quite a few people who spawned on top of the trees too, likely because of the thickness of the dark oak trees' trunks and how densely they were packed together in the forest. Again, a select few were already up and about taking in the surroundings up top.
"Hey!" I jumped a little as I heard the greeting coming down from the canopy above. I looked through the fog of nametags to see a figure with the name 'Squirrel_Bate' above their head waving at me. She had light brown hair and wore a navy-blue hooded cloak over a black tank, dark blue jeans, and muddy, dark brown boots.
"Grace!"
"Ayyy!" weird greeting but whatever. She continued shouting down at me, "That's some nice-looking armor, we going to the End yet?!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, dream-girl, the ~Ennnd!~"
"You must still be loopy from spawning, friggin friendo," I joked back at her, "because this isn't a dream, I'm not a dream-me, and if I were you, I'd get down here before you start tricking your brain into not only thinking this is a dream, but that you can fly, too, and I don't want to have to clean up any crap that happens from that."
"Oh, please, this is MINECRAFT! No one bleeds or anything," she jumps down, and I notice her take about three hearts of damage via her 'arm-bars' and oh god that's a weird name for those. She put her arms up behind her head. "Now let's at least go to the Nether! Where's the portal? I wanna ride on a ghast's back!"
"That is physically impossible. Oh, and I need you to stand still real quick."
Wow, for once I'm the one trying to snap her out of a weird rant.
"Uh, sure what fo-," I interrupted her mid-sentence with a quick slap to the face.
"Feeling better?!"
"What the heck was that for, dream-D?!"
"Dream-D? Okay, seriously, if this is such a dream, why did that hurt? And why would your self-conscience, your dream, be trying to deter you from your inner-most desires?" she then proceeded to poke me on the side of my face, "What are you doing?"
"Oh piss you're real. This is some deep philosophy shit."
"Couldn't quite hear you there."
"'OH PISS YOU'RE REAL!'" she blurted in repetition.
"Pfffft. Better," I cracked.
"So, um, this is happening… apparently… and how are we even here? 'Last thing I remember is blacking out… or falling asleep in algebra? Whatever, this'll be fun at the very least."
". . ." I didn't respond right away; should I tell her about him? I guess it wouldn't hurt….
I answered quietly, "Yeah, I think I can explain it, but you should probably come back to my base so no one overhears and freaks out."
"Is it really that bad? Besides, it's not that anyone's not freaking out already — look around us, everyone's staring at your armor. And you said you have a base already? Didn't you just get here too?"
"No, admittedly, I've already been here three days, and besides, this is a world from my phone, where I already had a lot of progress done. Convenient, right?"
"I'll say," she replied. "But… three days? That seems like a lot, it feels like I wasn't out too long, so how did you get here before me?"
"I'll explain that, too, but right now I need you to help me put some food in chests around this clearing here," I gestured to the small clearing right next to us. "I don't want to be blamed if they starve to death; the last thing I need is a bunch of angry high schoolers and a bad reputation. You can come live in my guest room if you'd like and the rest of them can set up around here."
"Guest room, huh? Wait, is this that world with those huge barns and the Herobrine statue you tried to convince me was doin' weird stuff to your world back in July?"
"Heh, yeahhh I remember that. I mean, I had you there for like a good minute or so, right?"
"You wish, but not even close."
Wow, my procrastination was set to maximum overdrive for this one. Apologies! I'd make a heart emoticon, but it would appear that the Doc Manager doesn't register 'less than' signs.
Either way, this seems to be kind of on the short side. Not really what I wanted to do but at least there's anything.