by Billy Miner
Tyrone was still a little upset when we walked home. He didn’t get the same heroic feeling as I did. We talked some more, going over the events that had been taking place since we found that mysterious pearl.
Then, suddenly out of the blue, he said, almost crying, “But we could have won the lottery!
THE END
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Minecraft Noob
Noob’s Minecraft Diary
By Billy Miner
Copyright @2015
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: Confrontation
Entry 2: Hyperactive
Entry 3: Annoying
Entry 4: I Quit
Entry 5: Black Gold
Entry 6: Success
Entry 7: Millionaire
Entry 8: Still Hyper
Introduction
This Minecraft diary belongs to Noob, a fast, thorough guy who thought he was weird. Other kids in class called him names. And even when he defeated an elder guardian that was attacking the city, nobody respected him. Harsh…
He wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with him, if his brain was messed up, but when he found his gifts, he realized that there was a reason for the fact that he was bouncing up and down all day.
Read about the courageous Noob, who defeated a threatening enemy but didn’t get the praise he deserve, and then took his personality and turned it into a success story.
Entry 1: Confrontation
“Whoa!”
He missed.
The elder guardian missed. I was lucky. Usually they are pretty accurate. But this time, I was the smarter one. I had already been hiding behind those pillars for a few minutes, and when I popped out my head, it was a close call.
Now he was going around the corner, trying to spot me and attack another time. He was—I am assuming it was a male—didn’t care. He just wanted me out of his territory. But what I was doing, was important. It was crucial for the setup of my business. But more about that later.
I was fighting with an elder guardian. Can you believe it?!! An elder guardian! I thought those were extinct, but apparently, there was at least one left in this vast ocean.
The reason for my appearance here? I had heard of the treasures in this monument underneath the sea surface, and now I was attempting to dig them up. But this creature wouldn’t let me. He was chasing me everywhere.
So here I was, swimming around with a mask and in swimming shorts, feeling very… well… unprotected. I had no weapon, not even a clue what to do against those awful monsters. And the elder guardian wouldn’t give up either. He would follow me everywhere, staring at me and attacking several times, swinging his short tentacles at me.
I was startled at first, but after some time, I realized what his trick was. The elder guardian was used to certain routines, to habits and paths. They followed a route from chamber to chamber. The ruins through which we were swimming only gave way to the sizes of particular creatures, and I knew this smart little bugger was trying to trap me.
But I wouldn’t let that happen.
No way.
I stayed out of the narrow spaces.
BANG!
The elder guardian bashed his head against the wall, but only because I was quick enough to evade his attack.
I couldn’t talk, since I was swimming deep beneath the surface, but in my mind, I was sick of it, and I said, “That’s it, you stupid elder guardian. I am going to bring you down!”
I swam and swam, until I came to an area in the building that was unstable. I saw a large boulder leaning on a small piece of brick, ready to fall with the slightest movement of the current. I went towards it, waited until the elder guardian attacked again, and quickly swam into the other direction.
The elder guardian hit the boulder with his head and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
Huh.
Funny.
I actually expected the boulder to fall down, but this worked too, I guessed. Either way, this weird creature was not going to bother me anymore. Now I had all the time in the world to investigate the ancient ruins.
I swam inside with my flashlight. I had heard of mysterious treasure that could locate resources in the soil of our lands, but they had been hidden and put away by the owners, who thought that nobody should have that much power in their hands. The magical object was supposed to be in these ruins.
I looked and looked.
I found nothing at first, but when I entered a room with engravings on the walls and strange symbols on the floor, I couldn’t help but notice a shiny object in the distance. It was a pickaxe, made out of diamonds. It looked amazing, especially with my flashlight reflecting the smooth surface of the pickaxe. It was truly a remarkable object, which I noticed right away when I swam closer.
I put it in my pocket and took off, back to the boat that was floating on the water. When I reached the boat, I took off my mask and climbed in. I pulled the pickaxe out of my pocket and looked at it again. If this thing could really bring to pass the wonders I had been hearing about, then I was a lucky man as of now.
I rowed back to the coast and tied up my boat to a dock. When I was done, there was a crowd of people watching some preacher give a sermon. He talked about religion, politics, and about the monsters of the sea that had been terrorizing fishermen.
“We have to do something,” he said. “We cannot allow these monsters to stop us anymore. We need to catch enough fish to get the business in this town going. What else could we do? The farmlands provide only a scantly meal to the average commoner. We do not have many visitors, and resource are scarce in this region. But the monsters are invincible. We cannot harm them. What are we to do? I will tell you what we have to do. We have to pray. That’s the only way we can escape this madness.”
I was listening to this guy going on and on about the impossibilities of the fishermen’s trade, but some of the things he said weren’t true, so I felt like I had to speak up.
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“I just defeated an elder guardian,” I said.
Everybody turned around. They were staring at me with big eyes. And although I was fairly proud of myself for beating that evil monster, I still had that little awkward way of talking to people, especially when I got a little nervous, so I talked fast and most people didn’t really understand what I was saying.
“Well, I was in the ocean, and I was looking for… never mind that… when this big creature with small tentacles came at me and tried to kill me and eat me and destroy me, but you know me: I evaded his attacks and I went to the other side, but then he came at me again and I had to swim away and the boulder didn’t crash on him but he still bumped his head and I just knew that I was victorious because I got rid of him and I never saw him after that.”
Everyone still looked at me with big eyes.
“Uhm… what?” one of the civilians quietly said.
So I started again. “It just happened when I was in the ocean that an elder guardian attacked me but he couldn’t hurt me because I was too fast, so I knew when to swim away and not have him drive me into a corner so I would be trapped and…”
“No, wait a minute,” the man said, interrupting me. “I heard what you said. I am not deaf. But… what? You defeated an elder guardian?”
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
All the people around me were laughing. I could see that they didn’t believe me. They thought I was weird enough, with the way I was telling the story.
“Where is your proof?” a woman asked.
But before I could answer, other people were firing away questions at me.
“Then why didn’t you take the body?” another said.
“How come you can defeat those lethal monsters and none of us can?” a guy asked.
“And why do you talk so funny?” a little girl asked.
I was shaking.
I was nervous.
I was hyper.
I didn’t like being ridiculed, but I didn’t have an answer to their questions, so I just left. They kept laughing as I turned around the corner of a nearby house and put fingers in my ears so I didn’t have to listen to their belittling comments.
Someday they would see that, no matter how weird I was, I could make something happen.
Entry 2: Hyperactive
I had always been hyperactive, even when I was little. I don’t know why, but I just had too much energy in me. I would bounce up and down on the bed, run back and forth through the living room, and drive my mother crazy with my endless stories that were more like random rambling races against time. I had this thing with getting as much information into as little time as possible when I was saying something.
“Did you feed the chickens?” my mother asked me one time.
“Yes, mom. I went outside and took the chicken food, but when I saw the chickens, they were all in their coops and they didn’t want to come out, so I took a pan and a spoon and started banging on it. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! And then they got scared because they didn’t see it coming, since it startled them and when they came out, I gave them the food, and after a while they ate it and they liked it. So that’s what happened when I tried to feed them.”
“Thank you, Noob. Glad you told me.” My mom was so patient.
On another occasion, there were guests. I was super excited, but I didn’t control myself very well. We had a slightly small toy car, on which my younger sister could sit. An adult could carefully push her and drive her around, as long as she would hold on to the wheel.
I loved my little sister, but being careful was not a word you would often hear me use. I liked adventure and action and anything that wasn’t boring, like all those boring things you have to do for school.
So here I was, and my sister asked me to push her around. There were about 20 people in our living room; they stood there and chatted about life and homes and finances and all that grown-up stuff. I didn’t care, though. I was going to show my sister the time of her life. I asked her if she was ready.
“I am ready!” she said excitedly, bouncing with her bum on the little car seat.
“Then let’s go!” I said.
I pushed her hard.
It went WAY fast.
I didn’t put much thought into what I was doing. I zigzagged through and around the legs of all the grownups, while my sister was happily screaming and making car sounds.
Left.
Right.
Through the legs.
Left again.
It went so fast that my mom came after me and tried to stop me, but it was too late. We were being stopped by the forces of nature. Not paying attention to one of the distinguished gentlemen who was one of my dad’s associates, I tripped over the man’s foot and landed on the floor. I held onto the little car and tipped my sister, who flew 5 feet high into the air and with her head into the wall.
“Ouch! Wheeeeeh!”
“Noob, what did you do?”
“I am sorry. I was just playing. But we went superfast, and then we went around the woman’s legs and through the legs of the man in the suit, and before we knew it, we were going like race cars and then…”
“Go to your room this instant!” my mom said.
“Okay.”
Yes, I was hyper. I talked too fast and I moved too fast. It must have been hard to deal with me as a kid.
Entry 3: Annoying
I am going to reflect on one more story from my childhood. It’s not a happy one, but it was part of who I had become later in life.
It was at school. Of course it was. It just had to happen at school. A lot of kids didn’t like me anyway, since I was always talking their ears off and couldn’t control all my hyperactive energy. But this time, it was worse than ever. I just couldn’t stay focused. There were so many distractions.
“You have ADHD,” a girl told me at school.
“AD-what what?” I asked, but she was already gone.
Anyway, there was a play at school. I was the donkey, and the hero and the princess roles were given to the most popular kids in class. Go figure. Some children were chosen to be trees, and others were servants in the king’s castle. I don’t even really remember what the main point was, what the play was all about. All I remember, is that I didn’t like the story, and that it was super hard to concentrate.
The play started.
“Where art thou, oh torturer of my soul? Give me thy afflictions and I shall face thee with courage,” the kid who played the prince said.
They already lost me at the word “thou.” All that old English was driving me nuts. So I spaced out. I stared at the one hundred plus parents who were proudly watching their children make a fool out of themselves.
There were fat parents, skinny ones, some that looked rich, others with huge families and crying babies, and some that looked like the grim reaper. But looking at all these adults became boring too quickly. There was too much happening.
I wandered off. I had a donkey suit, but now I was checking out the lights behind the stage.
“Psst… Noob, come back here,” the teacher said.
I didn’t listen. I was too busy observing the lights and trying them out. Then I was distracted by the song they were singing. I knew that song. So I stood up and looked. It was like a sensory overload: The singing, the spectators, the costumes, the lights, the pressure, the stage… there was so much to see, feel, listen to, and do.
Most people didn’t pay attention to me when I was walking around between the children, going to the piano and playing a few notes just for fun, then hopping back on the stage again and feeling the surface of the floor. After that, I checked out one of the parents who was eating out of his nose. Yuck! Why would he shamelessly do that in public? Disgusting.
Oh well… hey what was that over there? I saw a thick rope hanging next to the curtains. It looked cool. I wanted to pull it. The teacher saw it coming. She already knew I couldn’t focus on one thing at the time
. Seeing my eyes wandering, she had observed every move and had just calmly let it go, but now she was concerned.
“No! Noob, don’t pull the…”
That was it. I didn’t care. I just wanted to know what would happen if I would pull the rope down. It was hanging there so peacefully that it had sparked my curiosity.
I pulled.
THUUUUUUD!!!!
Apparently, the rope was attached to the curtain. Well, I actually already concluded that from looking at it. But I didn’t know that it would make the entire curtain drop on the stage. My mouth fell open. I had interrupted the play. I had destroyed everything. What did I do?
“Aaaah!” some children screamed.
“Wheeeh!” others cried.
They were all covered by the thick, red curtain that was now detached from the ceiling. Kids were struggling and moving underneath it, trying to find their way back to a space that would provide them some oxygen.
“I’m choking!” one of the boys yelled from underneath the curtain. Of course he was exaggerating, but it just added to the drama.
“Get those children out of there!” one of the parents shouted as he stood up.
Now all the parents were standing up and walking towards the stage. Some of them had already climbed up there and were pulling children out of the covering curtain. Girls were crying, boys were fighting, fathers were accusing teachers, mothers were panicking, and the piano guy played was so startled that he played a few wrong notes before passing out on his stool.
It was chaos.
Total chaos.
When all the children had safely ended up in the arms of a caring parent or teacher, the curtain lay flat on the floor. Everybody stopped talking and looked at me. No one said anything, but I still remember the expression of their faces and the hate in their eyes. I had failed them. My hyperactive, unfocused tendencies had become their annoyance. They were all angry at me; all I wanted to do, was hide under a rock.