Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Adventures in Minecraft, Part 2 : Carl's first enderman

I woke up, hoping it was all just a bad, bad nightmare. Nope. It was real. I woke up to a delicious aroma of... Nana's Pork chops? Uh, i mean, Pork chops?! What?! I sat up, in a boring rectangular bed. It was a ugly red color. "Hello, Weird one Carl!" Steve greeted him. "No offense, but i prefer just 'Carl'" Carl said sleepily. "OK!" said Steve. "Want a pork chop? They are fresh out of the furnace!" "Furnace?" Carl said. "Do you mean 'Oven'?" "No." said Steve. "Well, OK then, i am kind of hungry. Then a tall, black, white-eyed figure appeared. "Don't... Move... A... Muscle." Steve whispered. Why? Carl wondered. A weird feeling came over him. Then he realized. It was an Enderman. Carl laughed. Then he took a water bottle out of his pocket and splashed it all over the enderman. "ARE YOU WITHERING CRAZY?!" Steve shouted.  But the enderman had dissapeared . "Uh," Carl said. "What the freak just happened?" "I have no idea what a freak is, but i think you just killed that enderman." Carl snorted. "Ha. I have no idea what a enderman even is." "Then... how did... you just.... kill it..." "No idea. Lucky streak?" Carl was still humored. "No matter. Pork chop?" "But of course!" Carl said in his best British accent. Later, when Carl's hunger was gone, he went outside. "WAIT!" Steve yelled to him. Carl swung his head in Steve's direction. "What?" "You'll need these."Steve answered. He tossed some odd flat armor like thing at him. OK.... thought Carl. As his skin touched them they popped onto  his body. Armor? OK. Why would he need these? Not like there were monsters. He took them, along with a wooden sword. He walked off. Once the house wasn't in sight Carl stopped. He was looking at a glowing creeper. -BTW, It was Sara making these Minecraft posts.
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  1. UnknownJanuary 17, 2014 at 7:19 AM

    I love that you are building on the characters and scenery of the Minecraft game. Such a neat way to invent new story lines! My son is hooked. Keep it up!

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