by Billy Miner
Terry crawls chases after the zombie pigman by crawling through the tiny space, with his bow and arrows on his back. The crawl space becomes bigger as he goes, and eventually he is able to stand up again.
The dusky environment doesn’t exactly put Terry at ease. Sneaking through the dark pathways of the pigman’s home, he keeps his eyes open for any sudden movements. He grabs his bow and one arrow, holding them in front of him to react to the zombie pigman’s possible attacks.
“Wraaaah!” the pigman screams while assaulting Terry.
Terry is startled. He turns sideways and shoots an arrow at the pigman.
Missed.
The pigman has knocked him over.
Now he is lying on the floor, waiting for another attack from the vile monster.
“Wraaahh!”
Another attack from the evil pigman comes his way, but this time, Terry deflects the pigman’s arm and stabs its heart with his arrow.
“Aaarghh!” the pigman screams in agony.
Dead.
Terry pants heavily.
He looks at the dead pigman’s corpse next to him. Wow! He actually killed a dangerous creature! Wait until he shows the villagers what he did!
Entry 6: Eggs Back
Terry exits the pigman’s hole by pushing its body through the narrow space in front of him. I look surprised when I see a dead zombie pigman come out of the hole before I see my friend.
“Wow, what happened?” I ask.
“I killed the pigman. Can we take its body so I can show the villagers that I am brave?”
“Of course!” I say. “Did you happen to find any eggs by chance?”
“I haven’t looked yet, but I will. Give me a few minutes, okay?”
I put the pigman’s body on my back and watch Terry crawl back into the hole. He really did it this time, and I am proud of him.
Not too long after that, I am happy to see a few eggs roll out of the hole. Terry is pushing them, just like he did with the pigman’s corpse.
One…
Two…
Three.
Yes! They are all there! Terry has found my eggs!
His smiling face pops out of the hole.
“Not bad, is it?” he says. “I found them lying between some other items the pigman has stolen. I also got this great golden pearl and a diamond sword. See?”
I am impressed. He has pulled it off.
Entry 7: Saying Goodbye
There is nothing more for us to do, so we leave, trailing back through the same caves we came in. As I fly out of that wretched place, I realize this little guy has saved me from an endless search. I never would have thought of looking in the Nether. I didn’t even know it existed; but that sleazy pigman stole my eggs, and it paid for it with its life.
After a while, we arrive at the village. I don’t go near it but stay a mile or two outside the village, where I allow Terry to get off my back.
“This was good teamwork,” I say. “I killed the blaze and when the hole was too narrow for me, you were able to crawl through it and kill the pigman. Thank you for getting my eggs back.”
“Thanks for helping me find my courage,” Terry says. “I will go show this to the villagers. Zombie pigmen are extremely dangerous. They will be impressed. Besides, it is my arrow in its heart, and they will recognize that.”
“Sounds like you have it all under control. Farewell, my friend.”
“Farewell, Nerith,” he says.
I watch him drag the pigman to the village for a few seconds. With the eggs in my hands, I decide to fly away.
I fly home.
Finally home with the eggs.
THE END
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Minecraft Enderwoman
A Minecraft Enderwoman Diary
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: The Hospital
Entry 2: Pains… Patients… Patience…
Entry 3: Nightlife
Entry 4: Messed Up
Entry 5: The Boy
Entry 6: Severe Issues
Entry 7: Accident
Entry 8: Healing
Introduction
She is a nurse. She can teleport. She is a gothic, and she goes to rock concerts.
Meet Nyx, a young woman with ender powers and ender attitudes. She complains a lot, doesn’t have an easy life, and ends up wondering what it’s all good for. But then she meets Brian, a guy with similar interests and strange habits.
She seems in heaven; finally someone who understands her… but things aren’t as simple as they seem at first.
Find out what Nyx has to say about her own adventures by reading [or listening] to this deviant Minecraft diary.
Entry 1: The Hospital
My name is Nyx. I was named after some Greek goddess or something. I am not sure who, but then again, I don’t really care about Greek mythology. My name is fine; it’s short and to the point. Perhaps it typifies me, since I am a little different from the average girl here.
My life came to a turning point not too long ago. I kept a journal and wrote down the most significant days in that time period. Ready for a rollercoaster lifestyle? I am warning you… it’s not all that peachy. My life was a mess, but looking back, it was all for the best. I wouldn’t have it any other way, even if I say so myself.
You see, I was 21 years old. I worked at the hospital. I had been doing so for almost a year. It was okay. Not always fun, but still… you know… okay.
And hey, it paid the bills, it paid for the things I liked to do. And it paid well. Being a nurse was pretty nice.
However, there were times when things went completely wrong. And there was nothing I could do about it.
I had a special ability: I could teleport. This gave me a lot of freedom, but it was also limited. I could only teleport to an area I could see in front of me, so not halfway across the globe or something. I was able t
o focus and appear in a different place in my immediate environment. And I could take things or people with me, which came in extremely handy. But it wasn’t until later that it served me so well.
At work I wore scrubs, but when I was in public, people stared at me and thought I was weird. I will tell you more about it later, but let it suffice to say that I had big blue eyes, purple hair, and that I wore a black jacket with a hoody, and tall boots with fluffy insides. Doesn’t that already tell you what kind of a freak I am? Maybe not. Okay, but I often felt people were judging me. Like I said, more about that later.
Let me tell you about one of those times that I felt powerless.
It was early. I hadn’t had the chance to sleep in, but it didn’t bother me. I was ready for a fresh start. However, that fresh start was about to be crushed by a helpless woman who was brought into the hospital that very morning.
Being a nurse, I knew all kinds of things about medicine, about taking care of the sick, treatments, hospital procedures, and much more. It was just part of the job. When a patient is in need, it helps a lot to know what you’re doing, so sometimes I would even look up things at home on the same evenings I saw patients suffer diseases or ailments that I didn’t know much about.
On this day, an old woman was brought in who had been suffering from heart diseases for years. Her days were numbered; every doctor told me that. Nobody was certain if she would even make it to the next day.
Still, I felt like I might have been able to save her; silly me.
I walked to her room and talked to her.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“I am Nyx. What is yours?”
“Samantha. Thank you for asking. How old are you, Nyx?”
“I am 21.”
“Such a wonderful age. The possibilities are endless and the world is your playground. I can tell that you care about people. You have that aura; you certainly give me that impression.”
“It’s just part of the job to take care of you,” I said. “Please give me your arm,” I said as I had a needle ready to take a blood sample.
“Yes, it very well may be,” she agreed. “But I think there is more to it. Deep down inside of you, I can see a light. You have a positive attitude. I can tell.”
“Ha! Not really. I complain all the time. Didn’t you notice?”
“Yes, but you probably just have a hard time at the moment. Are your parents aware of your circumstances?”
“Not really,” I responded. “It’s complicated.”
“Well, there you go. I am not blaming you for the occasional expression of frustration. Just keep your chin up. Things will get better. I promise.”
“Thanks. I’ll try to remember that.”
“Besides, did you know that Nyx mothered several important deities in the Greek mythology? She stood there at the beginning of creation. In the same way, you are taking care of these poor, sick people in the hospital. And if nothing else, that makes you special, Nyx.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I never read mythology. But thank you for your kind words anyway. I have to go. The doctor will be here soon.”
“See you later, Nyx. Thanks again for your help.”
I left the room. Wow. What a sweet old lady. I loved her already, even though I hardly knew her. She was one of a kind.
Not much later, the doctor called in a several nurses, including me. He needed immediate help. I entered the room and saw Samantha suffering. She was not feeling well at all. I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“She is having a heart attack,” one of the other nurses said. “Here, hold this. The doctor needs help carrying her into the emergency room.”
She handed me a tube and a cloth. The others were busy riding the bed into the hallway and detaching several instruments and measuring devices. It all happened so fast. I looked at Samantha and I felt sorry for her.
It was the last time I saw her.
Entry 2: Pains… Patients… Patience
Were things really going to get better? Was Samantha right? I wanted to think so, especially since she passed away briefly after her kind words and positive affirmations. I hoped so, because her remarks were exactly the sort of pep talk I needed the next day. If only I would have kept that in mind, I wouldn’t have been so stressed out, but now I think it all happened for a reason.
It really did.
As I was saying: That day I really needed the pep talk, but I didn’t think of it. I was caught up in the moment.
I was at the children’s department, and hey, usually I get along with kids just fine, but this time, they were getting on my last nerve. One of the five year old boys was pretty sick. He was coughing all day. And even though I had told him a million times to cover his mouth, he still disobeyed.
“Ugh ugh!”
“I told you, just like five minutes ago, to cover your mouth,” I said.
“Oops, excuse me, purple puzzle,” he said with some kind of evil grin on his face.
“My name is Nyx. I already told you that. Now get back under the covers.”
Why was he being this way? Didn’t his parents raise him the right way? Didn’t they teach him any manners? So yeah, I didn’t like the boy. And whether or not it was his fault that he was being such a brat, I still didn’t make any difference because to me, it was the most irritating thing ever.
But that wasn’t all.
Next to the boy was a girl, in a different bed of course, of similar age. And what was up with this kiddo? She had peed the bed four times that day. Lucky for me (it comes with the job), I was the winner and had to change her dirty sheets every time. Each time she peed her bed, she would cry for more than a half hour, whining about this or that. It’s pretty sad when a child pees the bed like that, and I felt bad for her. I really did. Poor kid didn’t learn to control her bladder yet, or perhaps she was suffering from some kind of anxiety that prevented her from running to the bathroom in time.
Whatever the reason was—and I didn’t mean to be judgmental—it still didn’t make my job easier.
You know how they say that stress doesn’t just come from one big bad event in your life but from a bunch of little ones adding up to an overload of annoyances? Well, this was one of those days, because not only did I have to deal with these two, who were a handful by themselves, but I was also constantly exposed to the nagging comments of my superior.
Nancy, a nurse who had just been promoted and had received a raise, felt like she now had the right and authority to antagonize me.
“Did you fill out those reports I asked you to?” she asked when I carried out a few urinated sheets.
“No, not yet. I’ve been pretty busy,” I answered.
“Don’t give me that. You know they are supposed to be in by 9:00 a.m. every day.”
“I know, I know. I just didn’t get around to it yet.”
And of course, since I was so busy that morning, I didn’t get around to it until an hour after nine. When I filled them out and handed them to Nancy, I had to endure an entire lecture about responsibility, punctuality, maturity, and a bunch of other nonsense. She was very condescending and I was fed up with her.
So you can understand why I snapped that morning: 1) coughing little brat who called me names, 2) girl who peed her bed and cried at every turn, and 3) evil tyrant of a nurse who thought she was the world because she could now order me around. My patience was almost gone. There was only THIS much left (imagine me holding my thumb and pointing finger an inch away from each other). Yes, only an inch. I was almost out. When you give all morning and you get nothing back but complaining patients and harassing superiors, there comes a moment that you just can’t take it anymore.
That moment came when the boy’s mother came in.
I snapped.
Control? Pfffttt… gone… I had none.
She already had a hostile attitude when she walked through the door. I’m pretty good at sensing those kinds of things. She smelled like cigarettes and was wearing two golden e
arrings, a leopard skin top, and some tight jeans with a belt that looked way too big for her size.
She sat down and looked at the boy.
“How is it?” she asked.
“I still feel a little sick, mom. Ugh ugh!”
I was standing right next to him and felt the spit of his cough on my hand.
“I asked you before, and I am asking you again: Could you please cover your mouth when you cough?” I said.
Then mama bear came out.
“Excuse you,” she said. “Just who do you think you are, ordering my little boy around like that?”
“Madam, this is a hospitable, and we can all avoid some illnesses if we just keep some simple rules, like covering our mouths when we cough.”
“I don’t care where we are. You don’t talk to him that way. And furthermore, don’t you think you should get him a glass of water instead of criticizing him? Come on, go fetch some water, purple parrot.”
This was it. Rage was boiling underneath my skin. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It came out.
“Well if you were a little respectful towards people yourself, maybe your little boy wouldn’t be such an irritating BRAT!!!!” I yelled back.
Bad timing, because that was the precise moment the doctor came into the room.
“Perhaps you need to take a day off,” he suggested.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“No, you are not fine. Go home. Come back tomorrow with a different attitude. Somebody else will cover for you.”
I didn’t say another word. I threw the cloth I was holding on the floor and looked at him angrily.
Entry 3: Nightlife
The fun thing about being able to teleport was that I never had to go anywhere by public transportation. I just teleported from one end of the street to the next, and to the next, etc. I usually did it fast enough, so that people wouldn’t notice my superpowers. Imagine that becoming public… it would wreak some havoc.