23 April 2012
A Parody of the Minecraft Adventures
Part 1: Introduced to a Creeper
It was daytime in the world of blocks as me and my mentor, Tom, strolled happily through a forest of green hills and rushing rivers.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Tom said quietly over the chirping of birds in the trees. "Breathe that fresh air in, Zek. It's the best you'll ever have."
As you will have probably guessed, I'm Zek, a Minecrafter with a crave for electrical contraptions and the world in general. I guess I had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and I then met Tom.
We had been partners as soon as we caught each other's eyes, Tom being the more intelligent and more experienced Minecrafter than I but lacking in toughness, and I having a large brain full of adventure and clever contraptions. I had no name at that point. After seeing me around and realising my personality, Tom nicknamed me Zek - and the name stuck.
Anyways, it was midday, so we had already become friends within 3 hours. Now, as we searched for a suitable place to build our first shelter together, we heard a strange sound behind us - almost like hissing.
Tom froze. "Don't move," he whispered.
I felt something damp and smooth brush past my shoulder. It walked into my field of vision. And I gasped in shock.
For there was a four-legged, snake-skinned monster in front of me, with black, lidless eyes and a gaping mouth. Suddenly, it turned. It had heard my intake of breath. We had been discovered.
Tom realised something bad would happen if he didn't do something fast. So he bravely stalked up to the creature, and then said in a hamster-like voice, "Hello little fella..."
And he touched the monster with his wooden sword.
The resulting explosion sent us both reeling into the dust, dead from the blast. After we had respawned, I punched Tom for the wonderful surprise I had experienced.
That was my first meeting with a Creeper. And believe me, I never want to meet another one again.
Part 2: Punching Trees Ruins Your Life
"To start our adventure," Tom explained while we scoured the horizon for a rest on a nearby hill, "We need to build a shelter. We're looking for a hill because if we find a good cave round the area, three quarters of our home are naturally built. However, we need to harvest some blocks to build our other quarter. That's where trees come in."
I nudged Tom's shoulder and pointed to a tall mountain just round the corner. Tom nodded. "Perfect," he said. "If we just find some trees, we can start harvesting."
"And how would we do that?" I asked Tom.
"We punch them."
I let that sink in. "So... manual labour?" I enquired.
"Of course," Tom said. "We punch the trees and harvest the wood."
"So..." I continued, "We find a tree, punch it, and we get wood?"
"It's not that quick, but yes," Tom confirmed.
With that over, we hurried over to the mountain and almost immediately found a perfect cave.
"Right," Tom said, pointing towards a nearby pine tree. "Go punch the tree's trunk and harvest some wood."
"Can't we use an axe?" I asked weakly.
"We need wood to craft it, and wood to make the thing we craft it with. Now go on, don't be soft."
I meekly turned to the tree and flung a random fist at it. My arm flared with pain as the bark impacted with the force of a fist smashing into a tree.
"ARGH!" I cried out.
"Try tapping it gentler," Tom called from inside the cave. "AND NO RUGBY TACKLING!"
I hastily unwrapped my arms from around the tree and sighed, sending a puff of air out of my mouth. "Darn," I muttered.
"Don't you have a wooden sword?" I shouted. "Can't we harvest that?"
"It was lost in the creeper explosion. Now, NO EXCUSES, AND GET BACK TO WORK!!!"
I sighed melodramatically. "Darn," I said again.
I began to test Tom's theory - and to my unboundless surprise, it worked. By the end of the day, I had collected enough wood to create 8 full stacks of planks.
"Perfect," Tom grinned when I returned to the shelter he had hewn. Then he noticed a crimson liquid seeping slowly down the edge of the materials.
"What's this?" Tom asked, pointing at the thing in question.
I sheepishly pulled my hands out from behind my back to reveal a pair of cut and bruised limbs.
"Clever," Tom remarked hesitantly.
Part 3: Murdering is Baa'd For You
There was a sudden noise from outside our cave. It sounded like something was trying to say 'bad' but couldn't say the 'd'.
"What the hell was that?!" I yelped, thinking it was a monster.
"It was a mob," Tom confirmed. "A.k.a a monster."
I almost fainted.
"It's called a sheep."
"What's a sheep?" I asked, having no idea what a sheep was, whether it would bite me or if it drank radioactive green liquid.
"A white, fluffy mammal which walks on four legs, goes 'baa' randomly every few seconds, and has the brainless incapability to attack people."
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