Diary of a
An Unofficial Minecraft Series
“Diary of a Zombie Hunter Player Team – The Skull Kids – Book 1”
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Now I’m going to try something a little different. Tell me what you guys think! This ‘Players Series’ is going to be a continuing series of books following my new characters, the players Renzor51, Molly, and quantum_steve.
Make sure to let me know if you like it or not! Would you still like to see more books about mobs? More books about Cth’ka the Creeper King? I’m planning on continuing that one. ;)
Don’t forget to review, and please say hi and tell me your ideas! Thanks, Ryan Gallagher, for the ideas to continue the wolf pack book!
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Of course, I was already dead to begin with. Undead, actually. But if you are holding this book in your hands, then you must have found my library of adventures—my collection of writings by myself and my friends, all put together over years of exploring the worlds of Diamodia and others.
This particular book is the continuing story of some Minecraft players—a trio of friends who leap from world to world, searching for the elusive Herobrine. They’re zombie hunters and planeswalkers.
Every time these Skull Kids hop into a new world, they start with nothing more than the clothes they’re wearing, and they end up dominating the realm where they decide to live.
What you are about to read is the first collection of diary entries from Renzor51, the player and member of the Skull Kids who documents their adventures, from the day they landed on Diamodia and carved out their own little empire, and beyond.
Renzor51 is the warrior-scribe of the group, and always documents the party’s adventures and excursions into game worlds. He’s a sneaky fighter, and often takes the role of a sniper, but can go head to head with the Skull Kids’ enemies when needed. A natural artist, Renzor51 tends to design and build many of the group’s fortresses and structures, and keeps things organized. He also focuses a lot on weapon-smithing and enchanting, always seeking out ways to improve his gear.
Molly is the group’s fiery and independent free spirit, and is a natural-born miner at heart. She loves to go for the diamonds, and will happily create vast, safe, and highly-organized mining networks. The most efficient of the group at resource gathering, Molly always has the most stuff. Stone, wood, iron, diamonds—she can get her hands on any of it faster than the others. She also loves to fish, farm, manage large ranches of animals, and is an expert Minecraft chef.
As the group’s techno-wizard, quantum_steve is the developer of the group’s technology, acquires and adapts the excursion’s mod tech, and controls the Destiny Net—the unique equipment that allows the group to hop between worlds. He’s a brave fighter and a fearless explorer, and will often charge into battle head-on. With his interest in the technical aspects of the game, quantum_steve is a master of Redstone and Nether portals.
There was grass under my feet, but not far away, the grass gave way to sand, and the sand continued forever. Behind and around me was a forest of oak trees, gradually changing to tall, thick, dark oak.
“Okay,” I said into the comm. “I’ve appeared on the edge of a desert … and a forest.”
I heard the chatter of quantum_steve and Molly in my earpiece, but couldn’t make them out. They must have still been in the Destinal Net.
The Destinal Net was the teleportation technology quantum_steve built for us to travel from world to world.
I was first feet on the ground.
“Oh, there’s a village!” I said.
“Nice!” said quantum_steve’s voice over the comm.
“It’s not letting me …” Molly’s voice garbled and faded out in my ear. What if they couldn’t get through? Would I be stuck here all alone? I took several steps out into the sand toward the village, but hung back at the landing zone.
“Oh, there you are,” I said.
Most of the time, we were able to hop from world to world without a problem. But sometimes the worlds changed. And whenever the worlds changed, quantum_steve’s Destinal Net technology—as well as our mods—had to be adapted.
Once, back in our earlier days of planeswalking (as quantum_steve calls it), we were stuck on a world without technology for quite a long time!
When we learned, long ago, about the myth of Herobrine, the ghost in the machine, we decided to travel from world to world to see if we could get a glimpse of the elusive creature amidst our adventures. I suspect that quantum_steve wanted to study him, to learn about the code he had inside that allowed the ghost to bend the laws of the game.
I don’t know … quantum_steve talks about the ‘multiverse’. I guess it’s not like traveling from world to world—not really. It’s more like ‘universe hopping’ according to my more technical friend. Each Minecraft universe has a world, a Nether, and an End. So going from Minecraft world to Minecraft world is actually shifting back and forth between totally different universes!
Or … a Multiverse.
Looking down at my own arm console, I could see that the directionals and coordinates were working, as they always did, but my JourneyMap mod did not. My mapping software was gone.
While quantum_steve talked with Molly over the comm, I made a mental note of where we spawned on this world, and decided to explore just a bit into the desert. My feet hissed through the sand, as I sprinted across the distance to get a closer look at the far-off village.
Approaching the large, bright-green cacti that grew here and there, I broke up a few cactus blocks to carry with me. Ever since my first exploration into these Minecraft worlds, I learned that cacti can be valuable as an obstacle for the mobs.
Maybe it would be a good idea to make a cactus fence around the front of whatever home we built.
I was a little hungry, so I approached with a piece of cactus in my hand and hit it with the spikey, green block. It mooed in protest and tried to run, so I chased it through the sand swinging my piece of cactus whenever I was close enough. Man, that cow was fast on open ground!
“Moo!” it cried. “Moo! Moo!”
“I’m killing a cow,” I said over the comm, and my friend joined me in chasing the animal, hitting it with his fists. Eventually, we cornered it, and obtained our first pieces of food on this new world.
“Yay!” I laughed.
“Okay, let’s go to that village!” I said. “I now have three steaks to start us off with.”
“Cool,” quantum_steve said, and we began running through the desert to the cluster of sand-stone huts in the distance.
I hadn’t heard from Molly yet since she arrived on the world, and couldn’t see her on my map since my map mod wasn’t working, but before I said anything, I saw her in the distance, running ahead of us to the village.
She knew exactly where to go first.
“Hurrr…” a villager said, as I ran past, catching up to Molly.
Multiple villagers bustled around us, talking in their weird, squawking villager language.
“Where did you guys go?” quantum_steve asked over the comm.
“Village,” I said. I ran through a bunch of villagers and bunnies, rapidly exploring the different buildings to see what this small desert town had for us. “There are rabbits!”
“Okay,” quantum_steve said. “Are the buildings built with sand? Can we build with sand?”
“It’s like ‘sand-block’ and stuff,” I said. “Sand stone … and bricks.”
“I’m just wondering,” quantum_steve said. “It’s going to get dark. We’re going to die…”
“No, not necessarily,” I said. “We can easily just hole up in a building here.” I descended the ladder after taking a quick look over the town from the roof, then ran through the rest of town.
“Oh man,” I said, “I’m super hungry all of a sudden!”
“Maybe not,” quantum_steve said. “The world is different now. They might be able to get away better?”
Nothing useful in here, I thought. I left, closed the door, and went into the smaller house across the street. Also nothing. Closed the door behind me as I left.
Back out in the street, I saw a mushroom growing in the sand under the edge of a house. Yes! I slowly approached to pick up and eat the mushroom, and when I reached down to grab the little snack, I accidentally placed a cactus block in front of it instead.
“Oops,” I said, and broke the block with my fist.
“I killed a rabbit,” quantum_steve said over the comm, “but I didn’t get any meat! What’s up with that?”
Climbing back down the ladder and exiting the church, I saw quantum_steve standing in the sand just outside of the village, doing something with sand blocks. I bet we were all getting very hungry.
We would need wood. This whole place was made of sand.
“Let’s see,” I said to myself, “where’s the nearest … forest?”
“I don’t see a blacksmith,” I said. “Has anybody seen a blacksmith?” I walked through the town some more. The villager cleric was standing in a farm plot. The librarian stood talking with a farmer, both watching me, speaking in the language I didn’t understand. A tan rabbit hopped past them.
“Hmm? Hurr… Hurr…” they said to each other.
“There’s a library…” I said over the comm, walking through the town, looking for any other helpful buildings I haven’t already found.
“Oh yeah!” quantum_steve said. “Harvest!”
“Yeah, I guess we could eat a bunch of carrots and stuff,” I said.
I ran-walked back to the farm where I previously saw Molly pulling up crops, and found quantum_steve pulling up wheat with his fists. Approaching a separate line of tilled earth, I started pulling out potatoes. They’d be best cooked, but raw potatoes and raw beef were better than nothing. We wouldn’t be able to cook anything until we had enough stone to make a furnace, and we wouldn’t be able to gather any stone until we cut down some trees.
“And we can bake cakes from the wheat!” quantum_steve said. “I don’t remember how to do that, but I bet Molly knows.” He was on another farm plot up a dune a little ways away from me now. I gathered the rest of the potatoes.
“Yep,” I said, “It’s been a while.”
“I have sticks,” he said, suddenly.
“What are these nasty—?” I punched a thorn bush, and it broke up into kindling. “Yep,” I said. “They make sticks. I gathered a couple of sticks. Rearranging my inventory, I now saw that I had blocks of cacti, three raw steaks, a mushroom, twenty-two potatoes, two sticks, and some wheat and seeds that quantum_steve had left behind.
“And I have cactus,” quantum_steve said, “which I don’t think I can eat.”
“I wonder if I can eat a potato,” I said, and started munching on a raw one.
“You can try,” Molly’s voice suddenly said. We all laughed.
“It hardly did anything,” I said.
“Where are you, Molly?” I said.
“By the spawn,” she said.
“Ooooh,” Molly said. “Sugar cane!”
“I’m so hungry!” I whined.
“Oh yeah,” quantum_steve said. “I’m dying too. Well, not dying yet, but going to.”
“I can’t run,” I said.
“Oh, I got one potato!” quantum_steve said. We laughed.
“I ate a potato,” I said. “It didn’t really do anything.”
Pulling on the nearest crops, I was surprised to see … carrots! That had to be better for my hunger than raw potatoes. I actually like raw carrots. I picked them all, and started cutting down all of the wheat.
“Yeah, it didn’t really help,” quantum_steve said. “Can we make something out of this wheat? I have, like, ten wheat. Can we make anything out of that? I don’t remember.”
I felt like such a noob.
“Me either,” I said. “Well we need a forge to … how do you cook? You cook in a forge? Yeah…”
Quantum_steve laughed. “Uh … yeah,” he said. “You make like an oven-like thing. ”
The Skull Kids, quantum_steve, Molly, and I, used to explore worlds like this all the time, but we had taken a break from adventuring for a little while, and the Minecraft universe had changed. And now, we were talking about how in the heck we were supposed to cook food!
“Huh?” he said, and showed me his wares. He was a leatherworker, and was asking for twelve pieces of leather in exchange for an emerald. I wondered if he’d take cactus?
“You make it out of stone,” Molly said, as I punched another cactus in the middle of town.
“Oh yeah, we need stone,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah,” quantum_steve said.
“And to get stone,” I said, “we need wood, but we’re in a desert.”
“Okay, where are you, Molly?” quantum_steve asked.
“I’m in the forest,” Molly said.
“Have you found anything you can break in the forest?” quantum_steve said.
“Uh, yeah, I found some wood,” Molly said, “but I’m looking for a place that will be a little safer to cut down trees, ‘cause that’s a really thick and scary forest…”
“There’s the forest,” I said. “I’m heading back to the forest.”
So hungry. I trekked out into the desert, walking across the large expanse of sand as quickly as I could with my stomach grumbling. We wouldn’t be able to do anything without wood and stone, and I figured I could catch up to Molly and probably make a safe place to sleep … if I could reach the forest before dark.
“I’m starving,” quantum_steve said. “I ran too much.”
“Yeah, that’s what’s happening to me,” I said.
“A zombie!” quantum_steve said over the comm. “I can eat your meat!”
Oh yeah! I thought. The carrots!
The carrot was delicious.
Ahhhh, I thought, that hit the spot. It wasn’t much, but it helped. I had twelve carrots, and was now down to eleven.
“Oh, hey,” I said, over the comm. “Carrots help a little. Did you get any carrots?”
“Ummmm,” quantum_steve said, probably rummaging through his inventory. “I didn’t get any carrots. Got seeds and cactus and wheat.”
I ate another carrot. That should be enough to tide me over until we could cook some real food. Some meat.
“I killed the zombie, but he didn’t drop any meat,” quantum_steve lamented.
“Well let’s see,” I said, counting the bunch of them in my inventory. “I have ten carrots. You can have some—”
Quantum_steve interrupted me over the comm. “I can’t … I don’t think I can die from hunger, can I?”
“There you are!” I said, running across the sand. “I’m going to the same place so I can cut wood.”
“I need to make a wooden sword. How do I—?”
“You need to make a crafting table first,” I said, approaching my friend. “You make planks out of tree wood.” Running past him, I made a bee-line for the nearest tree. Through the thick growth of oak trees, shadows, and blocks of leaves blotting out the sky, I saw patches of red and white … red with white polka dots. “Oh, there’s giant mushrooms over there.”
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump plop.
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump plop.
“Uh oh, the sun’s going down,” I said.
At the same time, quantum_steve joked, “Oh no, we’re all going to die!”
Where was Molly? I wondered. She was being so quiet. Probably already had a little hut made of dirt to hide in for the night.
“How do I use a crafting table?” quantum_steve asked over the comm.
“You have to place it on the ground,” I replied. “Been a while, huh?”
“Yeah,” quantum_steve said. “I’m here.”
Darn, I thought. I didn’t have enough wood to make a pickaxe for quantum_steve. Making a single pickaxe for myself, I pulled the rest of the sticks off of the crafting table in a hurry.
“Jeez,” I said to myself quietly. “This is going to be nuts!”
I grabbed my wooden sword in one hand, and the pickaxe in the other. I broke down my crafting table and picked it up just when night fell.
“I’m gonna die,” quantum_steve said. I didn’t think he was joking anymore. “Where are you, man?”
“I’m just past where I passed you before,” I replied. I turned after picking up the crafting table, and ran back through the sand to where I saw my buddy last. “Are you dying of hunger?”
“No,” quantum_steve said. I could see him moving out into the open sand away from the forest in the dim light. “But I’m going to die from zombies before too long, probably if—” He trailed off, his comm a little garbled.
“I need some stone so that I could…” I ran to the forest’s edge. It was so dark in there. I heard quantum_steve’s footsteps and turned back to him. “Here, come to me so that I can give you a sword.”
“Oh, I already have a sword,” quantum_steve said.
“I need to get some wood,” quantum_steve said.
“Man, it’s very dark,” I said, running between the trees. I approached a rise in the ground, then turned back, looking between the trees some more. What was I doing?
“You must be laughing your butt off because you remember how to play this, Molly,” quantum_steve said.
“What?” Molly said. Her voice was a welcome sound. She’d been very quiet. We were in a tough spot, but I bet she was just fine…
“I said you must be laughing your butt off listening, because we’re so bad at this game now,” quantum_steve responded, laughing. I cut deeper and deeper into the hill into raw dirt. We were going to make it.
“Nah…” she said. “It’s not like hilarious or anything.” The two of them kept chatting about it. It’s amazing that we weren’t being swarmed with bad guys yet.
“I’m digging into a hill,” I said, swinging over and over. “Okay … I found some stone. Are you next to me, quantum_steve? Cause if you are, can you just … protect my back?”
“I’m at the edge of the trees,” he said.
“I can get enough stone to make a forge and we can go back to the village…”
“Wait,” he said, alarm in his voice, “There’s a skeleton!”
“That’s not good,” I said. Keeping my head down and not looking behind me, I just kept tunneling and tunneling, collecting blocks of stone. “You could also come in here with me until morning.”
“Where are you?”
“I went into the hill a little bit,” I replied, and turned around, running through my short tunnel back to the surface. I wasn’t as far into the hill as I thought I was, I realized with dismay. Popping out among the tall grass, I saw that the world outside was dark and full of bad guys.
“Oh, I see you,” quantum_steve said, and ran to me. An arrow hit him just as he jumped into my hole.
“Ow,” I said, feeling his pain.
“You didn’t bring more wood, did you?” I asked, as I blocked up the entrance to the tunnel.
We were cast into darkness, but we were safe.
“I brought wood,” quantum_steve said. “Here, you can have it.”
“So let’s see,” I said, “now I can make … I’ll put my crafting table down again—wow it’s really dark in here—I can make a pickaxe.”
Using some of the stone I just gathered, along with the sticks I still had left from the bushes, I made a couple of stone pickaxes. Definitely an upgrade from the lousy wooden one!
“We were too busy checking out the village,” quantum_steve said from the darkness, “and not busy getting prepared.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Molly, are you in the village?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Cool, baby doll.” I quietly rearranged my inventory for a short time. “Okay, quantum_steve, here is a pick. A stone pickaxe.” I threw it on the ground at his feet.
“Cool,” he replied.
“And let’s see …. I also need to make an axe.” I turned back to the crafting table and arranged stone and wood to make something I could use to chop down trees in the morning. “So we can bring some wood back to town.”
We were now in a large, and dark, carved-stone room.
“If we go too far out from here, we might have zombies spawning, because it’s so dark,” I said.
“Oh yeah, good point,” quantum_steve said. “We don’t need tons of stone.”
“We just have to keep in sight,” I said, as I started harvesting stone too.
It was so dark! I approached a stone wall that looked a little different.
“What is this?” I asked myself. “Is this dirt?”
“Nope,” I said. “It’s granite.”
“Nice rock,” quantum_steve, “but don’t take it for granite.”
“What we need is some coal,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
I cut on into the stone, then said, “You know what I’m really going to miss about not having my shader though?” I was referring to another Destinal Net mod on my personal arm unit that wasn’t adapted to this new world. “Being able to see by just holding a torch…”
It wouldn’t have made any difference right now, of course, because we didn’t have any torches or any way to make them. But I imagined that if I did have a torch, we’d be just fine. In our previous worlds, I had a mod that allowed me to cast light from just holding the torch in my hand, instead of having to place it on the ground or on a wall.
“Oh yeah,” quantum_steve. “Well that’s cool—maybe we can figure out how to get that working again…”
In this new world, we were stripped of most of our old technology. A lot of it didn’t work and had to be disabled. Heck, we even had trouble with the Destiny Net just teleporting onto this world. I didn’t even have my JourneyMap, my favorite mod of all.
I wondered—would we even be able to get off of this world when we tried?
“I could get lucky and find a little coal a couple levels below our feet,” quantum_steve said, cutting a new level down into the floor of what was now a decent-sized cave.
“Oh wait!” I said. “We do have a little bit of wood! We might be able to—”
Thump thump thump…
“Oh yeah, we can make charcoal,” quantum_steve said.
“Wait, how do we get out?” I asked, looking around in the dark space surrounding us. “I lost track of where our exit was.” I approached an area of wall where the dirt above the stone was big enough for us to pass through.
“Here?” I cut into a block of dirt, revealing more dirt behind it. “Nope.”
“Oh, it’s over here,” quantum_steve said. “Next to this block of granite.”
“Yeah…” I thought out loud, placing down my crafting table. “I can make a forge, and we can cook these three steaks I have, and get enough energy to run back to town!”
“There’s a weird sound out there,” I said. “You hear it? Weird footsteps…” I crafted a furnace and prepared to place it. “What do you suppose that is? That sounds new.”
Opening the furnace, I looked over the food I had to cook. We didn’t have any raw wood, so I couldn’t make charcoal for torches, but I could definitely cook some food with these oak planks!
“There’s zombies too,” quantum_steve said.
Just then, I almost jumped out of my skin when a zombie made a wet, gargling snarl, much louder and closer than I was expecting.
“Or maybe that sound is a spider,” I said, when my heart slowed down again. I put the steak on the grill, and wood in the furnace, and the meat started cooking. Those steaks were going to be so tasty! I smiled in the darkness.
“Zombies growl,” quantum_steve said.
“Yeah, but that sound is some kind of footsteps that sounds kind of … I dunno … spiderish…”
“Well, yeah,” quantum_steve said, “things have changed a little. Oh hey, that makes light too!”
“That’s definitely a zombie nearby,” I said.
The zombie—or zombies—outside continued groaning, moaning, and make wet gurgling sounds. The undead knew that we were in here, but I suppose they couldn’t figure out a way in.
“Here’s two steaks,” I said. “I’m a little ahead of you because I’ve been eating some carrots.”
“Thanks,” he said.
I debated holding off on eating the meat for a moment, but it smelled so good and I was hungry enough, so I just wolfed it down. Yum. Finally, I was sated! Quantum_steve ate both of his steaks.
“That hit the spot,” he said, as I was breaking down the furnace to take with me.
“Now,” I said, licking my lips, “we can conceivably go out there, and make a run for the village. You wanna do that?”
“Remember, we’ll use up our energy running there,” quantum_steve said.
“We’ll use some, but now we can run into town and kill things and … oh yeah!” I said. “I suppose I should make us some stone swords first.”
“Yeah, that’s good thinking,” my friend said.
“Okay, here’s one for you,” I said, handing quantum_steve an improved weapon. Now, with a stone sword in one hand, and a stone axe in the other, I chopped down my crafting table again.
Eventually, after trying to find a way out a few times, I broke open a dirt block, and saw stars, along with a tree trunk. It wasn’t the same way we came in, but I guess it would work. We would be turned around when we emerged, so we’d have to think fast!
“Okay, here we go. It’s not the same way we came in, but … you ready?”
“Yep,” quantum_steve said.
“The desert is to the right,” I said, hoping quantum_steve was right behind me. I was sure that there were enemies all around us, so I didn’t look back. As I sprinted out of the forest for the desert, I saw a creeper in my path, looking away, so I veered around him. His green body was silvery in the light of the setting moon.
“There’s a creeper!” I called out.
“Minecraft’s Grim reaper!” quantum_steve sang as he ran behind me.
“That’s probably what those weird footsteps were,” I said, thinking of the creeper. I slowed down, still heading out into the desert, but keeping my eye on the approaching zombies and waiting for quantum_steve.
No, that can’t be right, I thought, thinking back to the strange, spidery footsteps. Creepers don’t make any sound at all, right?
“A couple of zombies,” I warned.
“Where’s the town?” I asked. “There’s a skeleton on the right!”
“All’s well over here,” Molly said suddenly.
“Very good, my dear!” I said.
There! I saw the hazy shadows of the village buildings in the twilight sky.
“There’s the village!” I exclaimed.
Quantum_steve and I continued running across the desert, turning this way and that, pausing to watch out for bad guys. In between two large cacti, I saw a cave opening in the sand extend deep into darkness underground.
“Oh, there’s a cave right here!” I said, looking back at quantum_steve.
“You trying to kill rabbits?” I paused, waited, looked around for bad guys, and saw a rabbit hiding in the shadow of a block of sand. When it saw me, it bolted! Curious, I ran after it, holding up my sword.
I closed the distance to the large, tan bunny, and swung. Missed. Swung and missed again! It hopped all over the place! I tried to stay focused, and aimed carefully, running after it as it hopped away in a crazy pattern. My sword hit the rabbit once, and it let out a squeak! Wow—they were fast!
Turning to stay on the bunny’s tail, I swung again and again. Hit it once more, and it was still going! Quantum_steve ran up from the side to help, and he hit the rabbit, himself. The critter was still alive, hopping around wildly, trying to get away!
“Darn!” I said, swinging after it. I finally killed it with another blow, and picked up the meat. “That’s a tough rabbit!” We turned and continued running to the village.
“Yeah,” quantum_steve said. “Yes, it was.”
“Hold on, actually,” I said, “If you want to get some more meat, there are cows over here.” I remembered the cow in our landing zone, and ran back to our original spawn point. There, I saw a brown and white cow immediately, and charged. The lumbering beast plodded along to the side, completely unaware that I was about to attack.
Between the two of us, we killed several animals hanging around the area as the morning turned the sky blue and the grass green, and it was daytime again!
The Skull Kids would be eating well today!
As quantum_steve broke sand blocks to climb back up to the surface, we both laughed in surprise when he released a waterfall from the pool’s sandy shore, and the deep blue water pushed us back down into the cave. We laughed and swam up the waterslide, climbing back up onto firm ground under the sun.
“Hello, little cow…” I said, swapping my pickaxe for my sword.
“Alright,” quantum_steve said as we ran. “Now, we’ve got meat!”
“Let’s see, I’ve got one raw rabbit, two chickens, four steaks, some feathers … lots of potatoes and junk … some hide … still have the ten carrots…”
“You have a lot of potatoes?” quantum_steve asked, laughing.
“Yeah, I have a lot of potatoes. They’re not worth anything until you cook them.”
“Gotta cook ‘em … gotta cook ‘em,” quantum_steve sang and joked as we ran back to the village.
“Man, those rabbits!” I said, between jumping and dashing and swinging my sword, “They’re tough to catch!”
I hit the critter once, then chased the little rabbit away from the village, determined to kill it. It would not get away!
“I shouldn’t have been running,” quantum_steve said. “I wasted so much of my food…”
“Oh yeah,” I said. I was a little hungry myself! I jumped, spun around trying to stay on the rabbit, kept swinging my sword, but kept missing. “I totally forgot about that!” My stomach was rumbling already.
Quantum_steve appeared from the left suddenly, also swinging at the little rabbit, who was making us both look like noobs. We laughed. He managed to hit it once.
“It’s a baby rabbit,” I said. Maybe it was harder to catch because it was smaller and jumped higher.
“We will kill you, baby rabbit!” I yelled, swinging and chasing. I had a new idea and tried to chase it without swinging my sword until the bunny paused to rest, then I hit it again!
“That’s why I didn’t get meat from the other one I killed,” quantum_steve said. “Because it was a baby.”
“Huh,” I replied, picking up some rabbit meat and a rabbit hide. “I got meat and hide from it…”
“It must have been a regular rabbit then,” he said.
“At least I think I got meat from it,” I said, checking my inventory.
“Ah … nevermind. I got a rabbit’s foot.”
Done with killing rabbits for now, I ran back into the village. The buildings were all so bright and sunny, being built from sandstone. Running into town with a sword in one hand, and a pickaxe in the other, I hoped that the villagers wouldn’t freak out or anything!
“Okay, so let’s see now,” I said, looking around the town. “Molly? Are you here?”
“Yep, I’m here,” she said. “I’m back at the forest getting wood.”
Ugh. We crossed paths again!
“Okay,” I said. “I’m setting up a forge in the library.”
“Huh? Hurr…. Hurr?” they said.
Then, I broke down the sandstone benches with my pickaxe to make more floor space, clearing out the whole library to make room for our stuff.
“… after clearing out some of these useless seats, anyway,” I said to myself.
“Get out of here, villager!” I said, and thwacked him with a carrot. He squawked and jumped back a bit, furrowing his brow.
He showed me that he was a farmer, and would trade me twenty wheat for an emerald.
“Get out, you farmer.” I said.
“Huh. Hurr … Hurr…”
“Alright,” quantum_steve said. “I see which way Molly’s going…”
Quantum_steve continued. “You’re in the village, Renzor51, and I think Molly is going kinda toward the forest…”
“Yes, I’m getting a lot of wood,” Molly said.
Villagers sure were weird.
“So,” I said over the comm, “now I’m facing east. So the village is directly west of our spawning spot. Molly went north to get wood.”
“Getting wood…” quantum_steve said, dramatically.
Molly spoke up. “Does somebody want to come with me so I’m not scared?” She paused, then, “Ah! A zombie!”
“Sure,” I said, running back to the library. “Let me make a chest here first real quick to dump some stuff.”
“I’ve gotta eat so I can keep up,” quantum_steve said.
“Oh yeah,” I said, picking up the chest. “We’ve got to cook some stuff!”
“I have no ability to run,” quantum_steve said in a silly way, “because I am really hungry.”
“Bummer,” I said, placing the double-chest down in a corner.
“There was a zombie in there,” Molly said suddenly, her voice wavering. She was joking, right? It couldn’t have been that scary…
“No,” she said, as I started dumping my non-essential items. “It’s still in the forest!”
“Well just go out into the open sky,” quantum_steve said, “until we get there, while we get some food so we can run.”
“Okay, so I have three planks of wood left,” I said, putting the four raw steaks on the furnace. Two oak planks, one dark oak. I put the dark oak in the fire first. The steaks started cooking.
“You have food?” quantum_steve asked. “There’s no time to waste!”
“I have four raw beef, two chickens, and a rabbit … and a couple of eggs, so I will start cooking the beef.”
“Do you have any more wood, quantum_steve?”
“We need to cook something quick!” he said.
“I have tons of wood!” Molly said.
He laughed. “I will eat the steak, and I can give you some more wood.”
“Well I’m going to—” quantum_steve said, suddenly stopping. “Ah … which way did you run, Molly?”
“I’m not 100%,” she responded. “I ran toward the forest.”
“And, Renzor51, that’s to the east, right?” he said.
“Uh,” I responded, pulling out another cooked steak, “to the west. No, wait, yeah, to the east!”
“Hmm ….” I heard quantum_steve thinking over the comm as he looked out at the horizon, trying to figure out where Molly was.
“You know the farms in the village?” she said. “I passed all of the farms in the village on the way.”
“Molly ran to the north I think,” I said. “The forest is to the east and it turns into dark oak as you continue north.”
I closed the chest and turned around, surprised to see three villagers staring back at me.
“What the heck is with these villagers?” I stopped and laughed. “I turned around and there are like three of them in here with me!”
“I’m right … here,” Molly said, “I see the village!”
“I can’t run,” quantum_steve said, “but I’m moving toward you.”
“It’s like,” I said, sprinting and jumping past the farmlands and running out into the desert, “I know this is your house and all, but it’s mine now!”
I paused to eat one of the cooked steaks, then booked it across the sand, not hungry anymore.
“Wow,” I said, getting closer, “big trees over there.” I made my way back to our little impromptu cave from last night. “That’s where I was getting some wood before and quantum_steve and I spent the night underground.”
This had to be where Molly was, right? I couldn’t see either of them, but they had to be around here somewhere…
“There you guys are!” I said, continuing.
“Okay, so I need to make an axe,” quantum_steve said. I assumed they were together. Good. Would this be the first time we were all in the same place so far on this world? I thought so, yes.
“Alright!” I said. “Let’s get some wood!” I didn’t see Molly anywhere. “Where’s Molly?”
“Oh, she’s where we were,” quantum_steve said. “She’s next to me.”
“I see some lava over there,” I said, in between cuts of wood. “I wonder if there are many dungeons on this world…”
“Now I’m heading over here,” Molly said, “to this giant, stone mountain, so that I can burrow inside of it safely and mine overnight.”
“Yeah, night’s falling,” I said. I was so focused on getting every last bit of wood from this tree before night began, that I wasn’t looking around me, and I had no idea where my friends were!
“I can’t run, but I am walking toward you, Molly,” quantum_steve said in the comm.
Finding the last bit of wood, I stepped out into the sand so that I could see a little better. “We must all go together,” I said. “Where are you guys?”
The sunset was pink and orange, lighting up the clouds in front of a blackening sky. I could already see the stars. But I didn’t see my friends anywhere…
“And we’ll all … go down … together,” quantum_steve sang. “You don’t see me on the sand, over here?”
The moon was coming up, and the world was no longer bathed in the warm, fiery colors of sunset, but instead, was turning blue. I saw a single rabbit jumping in the sand far away.
“I’m at neg … negative twenty-six, negative twenty-nine, one … o’four,” quantum_steve said over the comm. His transmission was distorted.
Hearing a footstep in the darkness, I turned to the shadows in the trees, now utterly dark, holding up my sword in one hand, and my axe in the other.
“I see lava…” Molly said over the comm.
“I dunno,” I said, then turned to the left and ran along the edge of the sand. Maybe they were around these trees? I saw the bright red of giant mushrooms peeking out from the thick darkness of the forest. “There’s … there’s skeletons, and…”
“OMG, zombies!” Molly suddenly cried over the comm.
“Oh man, I can’t find you guys!” I said, peering around in the dark, turning frequently to keep an eye on the group of skeletons.
“Where did you—you ran ahead of me way far…” quantum_steve said.
“OMG, zombies!” Molly said again.
“Look at the coordinates, dude!” quantum_steve said in my earpiece. “Neg eight … I’m at negative eighty-eight, one four, one fifty-one.”
I took a second to look at my arm unit. Forty-eight, sixty-eight, twenty-nine. What?! That didn’t make any sense. They were in a completely different place? His transmission must have been garbled. They couldn’t be at fourteen! They’d be way deep underground! And the other coordinates were totally different than mine.
“Now negative one hundred, fifty-eight.”
This would take time for me to figure out, and time was something I didn’t have! I heard zombie footsteps. There was already at least one skeleton on me. It wouldn’t be long until I was surrounded. I was surprised the skeleton had missed!
“OMG,” Molly said, “There are freaking zombies everywhere!”
“I see them all,” quantum_steve said over the comm, “but I cannot run…”
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During a crazy night of being separated with no shelter, Renzor51 tries to survive in a sandy desert cave, while quantum_steve and Molly have baby zombie troubles! After a long trek through the forest, treetops, past a lava fall and lots of cave-riddled hills, Renzor51 reunites with the group just in time to help convert a tiny, mountain cave into the Skull Kids’ first real home on this new world!
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“Diary Adventures of a Creeper King” Book 1
Ever heard of the Creeper King, mighty Cth’ka?
Read the adventure diary of a young creeper who was looking for a way to protect himself without blowing up!
When Cth’ka the Creeper and Skeleton Steve leave the forest to ask the local witch for help, they are soon on a long and dangerous journey to find a secret artifact that will allow Cth’ka the power to move blocks with his mind! But will the difficulty of traveling across the Minecraft world, a village under attack, hiding from a fully-armored killer hero, and finding the way to a hidden stronghold be too much for a creeper and his skeleton companion to handle?
Let’s see … is this ‘Night 1’ or ‘Day 1’? I figure I’ll write these entries in terms of days, since I never sleep. I will try to ignore the fact that, since I don’t have hands that I can write with, I’m sitting under a tree right now dictating, saying my story out loud, to my good friend, Skeleton Steve.
My name is Cth’ka. I’m a creeper. I don’t know if that’s the real name of my race, but that’s what everyone calls us, so it works.
How did I get here? As far as I know, I’ve always lived in this forest. Skeleton Steve calls it “Darkwood Forest”. He says that there are hundreds—thousands of other forests, so he likes to give names to places.
The hills rise and fall, and the trees are thick, tall, and dark. Dark oak, Steve says. It’s a very large forest too. I’ve never felt much of an urge to leave.
Creepers are very solitary. I’ve seen many creatures in this world, living in and passing through my forest. Some creatures have moms and dads. Most of them are babies and then grow up. The zombies and skeletons don’t. I don’t know where they come from. Where Skeleton Steve came from. I think he was something else before he became who he is today.
Earlier today, I was in my favorite part of Darkwood. My clearing. Near the very middle of this forest is a large clearing, a place where the trees break, and a wide valley of grass stretches out a long way. Red and yellow flowers pepper the open expanse. I love to go there during the day and watch the flowers sway in the breeze, feel the sun on my skin, and watch the clouds roll by.
At the time, Skeleton Steve was back in the forest. He doesn’t sleep either, but he can’t explore with me during the day. If Skeleton Steve steps into the sunlight … foom! He’d catch on fire. I’ve only seen it happen once before—he’s pretty careful. But I guess that’s just part of being undead.
“Hi there,” I said.
“My name is Cth’ka. What’s yoursss?”
“I don’t sssee othersss like me very often. Where did you come from? Where are you going?”
“What doesss it matter to you?” he said in a gravelly voice. He turned, and continued walking through the valley.
“I jussst want to be friendsss,” I said to his back. “Pleassse tell me about yourssself!”
“Why do you always try to talk to the other creepers?” Skeleton Steve asked after I told him about my day. “They always act the same way.”
“I’ve got to try,” I said. “There have to be more creepersss out there like me. I want to know more about why we’re here. How we creepersss get here.”
“So many creepers are just … grumpy, it seems,” Skeleton Steve said.
“I wonder if we’re ssstuck like thisss, or if there will ever be sssomeone to bring usss together. If there are other creepersss, sssmart like me, I’m sure we can do great thingsss.”
“Why are you so interested in other creepers?” Skeleton Steve said.
“I think … it would be a good thing for usss to come together,” I said. I wasn’t quite sure what I was getting at, but I knew that I wanted creepers, as a people, to find strength together somehow. To have a real race, a real history. Something unique that we could pass down to whatever it meant to be the next generation. I didn’t even know if creepers had children, or how more creepers came to be. “We could maybe be—I don’t know—a real race. Develop ourssselvesss instead of jussst being like animalsss wandering around all alone.”
“You mean like creeper cities? A creeper nation?” Skeleton Steve said, smirking.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I jussst feel like, we could be … more.”
I stayed with Skeleton Steve in the dark during the day. We were close to the jungle, and I thought it might be fun to walk along the border when the sun went down. We might even see some areas of the jungle that were dry enough to let us walk down into it for a while without having to cross any water.
It was a little sad, how difficult it was to communicate with my people. It’s like we creepers were designed to never have anything to do with each other. And that was a pity. Creepers are natural-born explorers. We walk, all day and all night, and I’m sure there would be plenty to talk about if the others like me weren’t so grumpy about having conversations.
When the sun went down, Skeleton Steve and I walked to the next ridge over, where we could look down into the jungle. Even in the fading light, I was surprised at how green the area was.
It was hard to see through the trees, but I could see water here and there, down below. There must be rivers and pools all over.
No thanksss. Just the thought of being stuck in water gets me all … excited. I’ve always thought it would be better to avoid water altogether.
“It’s okay,” Skeleton Steve said. “I don’t see anything bad in there. It’s just part jungle. Do you want to see what it looks like inside?”
“Hey!” I shouted. “Hello there!”
“Let’sss go in!” I said.
As we continued making our way to my new friend through the heavy underbrush, I saw the creeper suddenly snap his attention to one side, then stagger back a few steps. I could hear him hiss, unsure at first, then again—intensely! The creeper fell back again, and I saw something on its chest—a blur of a creature, dim without color, but … spots?
“Ocelot!” Skeleton Steve said.
Expanding and shaking, hissing even louder, the creeper suddenly exploded with a thunderous boom!
Shocked, I stood, staring at the spot where the creeper and the ocelot were fighting, now a crater of raw dirt and shredded plants, and I felt fear wash over me again when I saw two white and yellow forms darting through the bushes … straight at me.
“Run!” Skeleton Steve yelled, and I stumbled backwards as an arrow suddenly struck one of the cats. It turned and sprinted off to Steve.
As I focused on the ocelot about to attack me, trying to force my body turn and run away back up the hill, my hearing seemed to tighten around my heartbeat, my vision darkened around the edges, and Skeleton Steve’s shouted warnings suddenly seemed very far away…
“Sssteve! Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssave me!”
“Are you okay?” Skeleton Steve said.
“Yesss,” I said. “What … ssssssssss …. What happened?”
“Those were ocelots,” he said. “Mostly harmless animals. Strange that they attacked. Usually they mind their own business. I know they don’t like creepers, but I’ve never seen them attack one before.”
“What happened to the creeper?” I asked. “It blew up!”
Skeleton Steve’s glowing red dots of eyes looked me over. “That—blowing up—that’s what creepers do. They explode. In self-defense, and also when they’re attacking a Steve.”
“When they’re attacking you?”
“No,” Skeleton Steve said. “A Steve.” He looked off at the moon. “My name is Steve, yes, but there is another creature on this world named ‘Steve’ as well. He’s different than us.”
“But why explode?” I said.
“That’s all that the creeper could do,” Skeleton Steve said. “When the ocelot attacked him, he exploded in self-defense, and killed it.”
“It doesn’t make sssenssse,” I said.
Skeleton Steve looked at me. “No one knows why creepers explode, Cth’ka. There’s no other way for them to defend themselves, really. And I’ve never seen a creeper really care. I’ve seen creepers launch themselves at Steve and happily blow up in his face!” He regarded me for a moment. “You were about to explode too, you know. When that ocelot attacked you? I’m surprised you didn’t, actually.”
So that’s what that was—when I was losing concentration, when my vision and my hearing changed. Was I preparing to blow myself up?
“Why didn’t I explode?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Skeleton Steve said. “Maybe you’re a little different? Maybe with how smart you are, compared to other creepers I’ve seen, you’re able to control yourself better? We’ll have to look into that some more—so you can survive longer. I’d hate to lose you as my friend, if you ever get attacked again and blow up, or if we run into the Steve.”
I was defenseless. If Skeleton Steve wasn’t with me, I would have been helpless, and killed by those ocelots. Or turned myself into a living bomb and ended up dead just the same.
“How can I defend myssself?” I muttered.
“I have an idea,” Skeleton Steve said. He was watching me as I sat, thinking. “You are special, Cth’ka. I’d like to see you learn to control your ‘defense mechanism’ and be able to defend yourself properly, but you can’t use weapons like me, and you can’t run very fast. We should go and talk to the witch! Maybe she’ll have an idea.”
“Witch?” I asked.
“Yes,” Steve said. “There’s a witch not too far from here, named Worla. I’ve dealt with her in the past, and she’s very clever. She might be able to figure out why you’re different. Maybe she’ll have an idea about how to make it easier for you to survive without blowing yourself up one day.”
“So, over those hills ahead,” Skeleton Steve said, “is a swamp where Worla lives.”
“A ssswamp?” I said. “Like, full of … water?”
“Yes,” he said. “Swamps are full of water. But that’s where witches live.”
Skeleton Steve looked back at me while we walked. “Cth’ka, sometimes, to get good things, you have to take risks.”
Eventually, vines started growing from the trees, then further on, thick sheets of vines cascaded down their sides, a lot like the trees we saw in the jungle. The ground flattened out, and we were suddenly standing at the edge of a huge swamp, with random dirt and mud and water alternating as far as I could see, full of weeping trees. The air was hot and wet, and large lily pads spotted the surface of the water.
“That’sss a lot of water,” I said.
“It’s okay,” Skeleton Steve said. “We’ll stay on land where we can, and you can use the lily pads when you need to.”
Lily pads? A sssaucer of plant stuff being the only thing keeping me from drowning in the murky water of this dreadful place?
“Where’sss the witch?” I said.
“Worla’s hut is a little ways past that outcropping of rock over there,” Skeleton Steve said, pointing to a spire of rock sticking out of a small hill, deep in the swamp.
Over the next few hours, we traveled across the bog. There was a lot of water, but Skeleton Steve was right! He was careful in planning where to walk, and planning ahead, and we stayed on dry ground most of the time. There were a few places where I had to cross water, but we were able to avoid swimming by finding areas where the land was close together, and joined with lily pads.
“I’ve never ssseen a witch before,” I said.
“Just be respectful, and certainly stay calm!” Skeleton Steve said with a smile.
“Who goes there?” a woman’s twisted and sharp-edged voice rang out in the quiet, dark night.
“Reveal your intentions,” she said, “or I’ll set you on fire!”
“Worla!” my bony friend said, “It is I, Skeleton Steve, and my companion, Cth’ka, come to consult your wisdom!”
“Skeleton Steve,” she said, her voice suddenly much more friendly. “You are welcome, but I cannot risk your creeper companion destroying my home! I’ll be down directly. Have a seat.” She disappeared back into her doorway.
A few minutes later, the witch descended her ladder with ease, and approached us. She sat on a log opposite Skeleton Steve so that we could all speak. A torch stuck out of the ground in the middle of our circle, which I didn’t notice before, and it flared to life, casting fiery reflections and dancing shadows all around us.
“I am Worla,” she said to me, “the witch of Lurkmire Swamp.”
“I am Cth’ka,” I said, “creeper … of Darkwood Foressst?”
“What can my wisdom do for you tonight, Skeleton Steve?” she said.
“We’ve come because of my creeper friend here, Cth’ka,” he said. “He is on a quest to learn more about his race, and to bring his people together, but is in need of a way to defend himself without blowing himself up.”
Worla cackled. “A creeper trying to avoid blowing himself up?”
“Why isss that ssso funny?” I asked, my tone a little harsher than I intended. Skeleton Steve flinched a little.
“Because,” the witch said, “creepers are quite happy to blow themselves up. It’s their destiny. It’s how they make more creepers.”
“Ssssss … More creepersss?” I said. That was absurd!
“Look into my eyes, young creeper. Let me look into your destiny.” She leaned forward toward me.
“Oh my,” she said, her black eyes unmoving but her face animating around them. “My, my. What an interesting path you have, mighty Cth’ka…”
“What isss?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Skeleton Steve said. “What’s so interesting?”
“Cth’ka the creeper,” she said. “I will help you, yes. I will tell you the location of an … artifact of sorts, something that will allow you the ability to act with hands unseen, strong hands that will let you smash your enemies and defend yourself without using your … last resort. Is this idea to your liking?”
“What do you mean?” I said. “Handsss unssseen?”
“Yes,” she replied. “A magical item that will let you manipulate the world around you with your mind. The only possible defense for someone of your kind, assuming you don’t want to destroy yourself.”
“I will give you items to assist in your journey as well. I only ask a small price in return…”
“What price?” I said.
“I am … building my interest here in Lurkmire still, and will require your assistance in the future. I ask for three favors upon your return with the artifact, and in exchange, I will give you the knowledge and ability to attain the power to fulfill your destiny and lead your people.”
He wasn’t going to help me with this decision.
“Okay, I’ll do it!” I said. “I’ll get the artifact, then help you with your three favors.”
She instantly pulled her hands out of her robe, her fingers like white spider legs in the darkness, tipped with thin claws. “Say it again,” she commanded. “Repeat—I, Cth’ka the creeper, in exchange for assistance in finding the Crown of Ender, will perform three favors for Worla the Witch when she requires in the future.”
“You are unique, creeper,” she said. “You will learn to control your last resort with your willpower. I can sense that already you can calm yourself back down. In time, you will be able to fight your enemies while keeping your mind calm, and not have to worry about exploding at all!”
Her hands disappeared back into her robes, then she produced three greenish-blue and yellow spheres. When she held out her palm to show us, the three spheres floated above her hand, throwing off purple motes of light. In the center of each sphere was a black slit of a pupil. They were eyes. Weird, magical eyeballs.
“These are eyes of Ender.” She looked to Skeleton Steve. “Use them wisely. They will show you the way to the underground stronghold where you will find the Crown of Ender. Use one at a time, and only when you need to find the way. They will burn out in time. Follow the eyes to the location of the stronghold.”
“Thank you,” he said. Skeleton Steve took the eyes and put them into his pack.
“Remember,” she said. “Only use them when you need to. Don’t squander them!” She stood, pulling her robes about her. “And take care crossing the desert, my skeleton friend!” Worla laughed, and pulled the black cowl over her face again. The torch went out. “Good luck, mighty Cth’ka. Return to me once you have obtained the crown.” She looked at the sky. “The night will soon be over…”
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