Inklings Who Knows...Minecraft 1

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Fit the cookie-cutter story I usually write, but check it out!  :-)

The date is December 27th, 2014.  I’m sitting on a bed, surrounded by friends and tablets of all shapes and sizes.  Our mission?  Surviving in a harsh environment known as Minecraft!

I’ve just joined the game, but I know my way around the tunnels already.  Pickaxes have already been made, and torches line the halls.  Mine here I come.  But first, it falls on me to make a safe room, complete with stoves, beds, and crafting tables underground.  I tastefully decorate the basic stone room with torches and a single-block chest.

After a night of mining alone,
I decide that its time to go topside again.  I haven’t found anything useful, and my torches are almost gone, so I return to the sunlight block-land.  After stocking the chest with everything that don’t need, I poke my head out the door, glancing around for the monsters that are sure to be lurking outdoors.

Almost immediately, I see the dark outline of an enderman looking my way.

I alert my three friends, who are all outside already.  Two of them look down right away, knowing the dangers of endermen already, but a fool-hardy noob rushes forward and attacks.  We play Rock Paper Scissors to figure who will go collect her stuff.  Curses on Paper.

The enderman is gone now, but a shortage of wood replaces it.  The two that survived the teleporting-attack are creating a chicken farm and the fencing is taking more wood than anticipated.  I must say that the Scissors really hate me sometimes.

I have to pass by a cave on my way to the forest.  It was never meant to be a real cave entrance, but a creeper blast radius had opened a gaping hole into darkness.  A two pairs of unhappy eyes peer out at me.  Uh-oh, this can’t be good.

I rush away, hoping that the creepers failed to notice me.  Of course, this fails and the only miner currently playing (the other two are raiding the pantry) is sizzlephobic, so I’m left alone, defenseless (expect a stone axe and what good is that?), with two rather aggravated creepers.  I do the only thing that’s left for me to do: RUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!

Once I’ve made it to a sandy beach-island, I notice something.  I’m not alone on this strand of beach, but I share it with a startled sheep.  A pink sheep as a matter of fact.

I’m freaking out!

I have seen a pink sheep twice before, only in creative mode.  Such sheep are the stuff of legend!  I thought they only spawned using a spawn egg in an older version of Minecraft pocket edition, but boy was I wrong!

I search my inventory, and oh lucky me I still have a piece of wheat.  Gently, I ease the sheep across the shallow river to the forest bank.  I check around the corner, then tip-toe forward.

sssssssss… (me: what the?) … BOOOOOM!!!

I’ve narrowly avoided blowing me and this naturally spawned, pretty much once-in-a-life time pink-dyed sheep to pits without so much as making it home.

I still eventually convince the highly stubborn sheep to come to the plains where our house was, only to find that the sun was setting and the pen for sheep was everything but finished.  Reluctantly, I left the sheep outside over night, ordering everyone to the underground bedroom immediately.  Hope welled up in me when I woke up, rushing up the crude stairs, and seeing no monsters through our wooden doors.

But, the sheep was gone.

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