TDRP: Minecraft - Log 1
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xp_logsKyle and Terry arrive in a strange place that appears to be made of the color orange and cubes.
Incidentally they are also made of cubes.
Laying face-down in the dirt was nothing new for Kyle. His head was pounding, everything was much too bright, even though all he could see was the color orange, and someone, somewhere was screaming. But the orange part, that was new.
He pushed off the ground, scrubbed at his face, and tried to shake the orange out of his field of vision, because from what he could tell, every. damn. thing. was kind of orangeish. He was pretty sure that he hadn't been sitting on a giant striped clay hill in the middle of nowhere surrounded by more giant kind of orange-grey blocks and the color orange, and the very occasional very square cactus not so long ago.
It was just there was someone screaming.
And then the screaming came to an abrupt halt, and was immediately followed up by a 'clunk' noise, and then his vision was again filled with the color orange - though the orange of hair, rather than the dusty clay he'd been sitting on.
-=BansheeLass fell from a high place=-
"Bleeding Christ," Terry cursed, struggling to orient herself even as she lapsed into Gaelic to continue her string of profanity. Then she realized she was on something — someone — and promptly rolled herself to the side. "Och, I'm..." She trailed off, though, as she caught sight of the... man beside her. "Um... shite. What've you been turned into?"
"Fuck if I know." Kyle spread his hands, at least, he swore he did, and he could almost feel fingers, but his arms were more cubes, that ended in cubes, with drawn-on claws at the end of flat hands. Except when he went to scratch his head, he felt his fingers digging into his scalp. Also flat "Whatever I am, everything is. Cactuses aren't like, supposed to be square."
Looking down at herself, Terry frowned. "Wait — m'hair's a block." Technically, more a rectangle. "And m'powers aren't workin', I don't think," she said, coughing quietly. Perhaps attempting to fly right off the bat had been a poor decision, but her instincts had kicked in when she saw a tan, shamble-y skeleton-like creature coming at her. "Bugger, but I should be dead. That cliff was high enough for it."
"Yeah, you're also the same height as me, which is super weird." Kyle stood up, and sure enough, he was exactly as tall as Terry. "I just showed up here and you know, it's very orange, and what the actual hell." He turned himself around in a circle and huffed. "Where the fuck are we? Because man, this doesn't even look real."
"It's... cartoonish, innit?" Terry asked, still not quite over how very dead she wasn't. "Well, regardless. There's zombies about. I think." Looking upward, she paused as she caught sight of the sun — or well. A large white square making its way across the sky. "Can you tell me, d'you think that's the sun? It's moving very quickly, if it is..."
"Pretty sure it is, and yeah, like, there's no shadows, which is freaky, but that thing is for sure like, if somebody turned the sun into a box." Kyle flopped back down on the ground, and leaned against another orange square thing. "It was darker when I showed up, and that was like ten minutes ago. This is some star wars crazy fast spinning planet bullshit."
"Aye," Terry agreed, frowning. "D'you think it's just us here? Should we start walkin'? Aren't you supposed t'stay where y'are if y'get lost? Though, I don't really think this counts as bein' lost." She frowned around at all the orange blocks, then took a deep breath and asked, "Are your powers workin'?"
"No idea, mine are, I mean you know." Kyle waved a hand-block-arm-thing at the rest of his body. "Won't know until I get bit by a zombie or something." He cut himself off, and then cocked his head. "I mean, maybe the hearing is, hard to tell? I can't smell anything at all though, which is super freaky." He huffed, turned around in a circle and then jumped a few times, hopping in place. "I mean, are yours working? And like, yeah, I mean, we should maybe not be here? Maybe there's less awful orange clay desert somewhere else?" If he squinted he could almost sort of see mountains, maybe, in the distance.
Just to double check that the falling thing hadn't been a fluke, Terry turned away from Kyle and screamed at a strange, sort-of-3D-but-not-really brown X near them. Nothing happened. "Well. That's a no on that one." Then she closed her eyes and focused on the sounds around them — of which there were none. "And... aye, no. M'hearing's not what it ought t'be, either." She glanced up at the sky again, eyes tracking the fast-moving sun. "Walkin' seems like an advisable thing just now."
Darcy and Bobby are also in a world of cubes, although theirs is more floral and forested. Bobby identifies the world as Minecraft.
Normally when people came to from explosions, from being knocked out, from strange psionic overload, the world faded in from black, from the nothingness of unconsciousness.
So the world flickering into existence from mottled brown was new.
Landing - or appearing, as it were, overlapped with several bright green and intangible ferns was also new. The ferns - and all of the other plant life, which seemed to be limited to grass, taller grass and the very occasional yellow flower - were made of tiny squares.
And then Darcy saw the trees, hundreds of them, stretching as far into the sky as she could see - and every single one was made up of squares.
'What the actual fucksticks?' Darcy thought as she stared at the squares. She moved forward, rectangles rising in her vision.
Wait. Rectangles? She raised her hand experimentally. Legos? This was a wild dream, probably fueled by a concussion. Her head felt strangely cottony. Not painful, but definitely... weird. She trudged forward several steps and saw another Lego-looking person in the distance. 'Please be friendly, please don't be a nightmare...'
"Hello dream stranger!"
'Dream stranger?' thought Bobby. Wait, was he dreaming? He blinked and looked around him. His surroundings seemed familiar, though they weren't real. Or were they?
He looked down at himself, and saw that he seemed to be made of a block-y, pixel-y substance. So... pixels? What the hell? Then he remembered someone - or something - had been speaking to him a few moments ago. Bobby looked up and saw what totally looked like a character from Minecraft, only it was Darcy.
"DARCY IS THAT YOU WHAT THE HELL." They were apparently in a game or something. While Minecraft wasn't the first game he'd pick to be in, at least he knew stuff about this one anyway.
"BOBBY?! WHY ARE WE LEGO PEOPLE???"
Darcy knew there were computer Lego games, but she wasn't familiar with whichever one they were in. Where was everyone else?
...What was that black and purple flickering in her peripheral vision? And ooh, was that a banana? She reached up to grab it, a little surprised when a blocky banana actually fell into her hand.
"What game IS this?"
"Dude it's only the greatest game ever, it's - no, wait," he said, stopping and thinking for a moment. "Not the greatest game ever, that'd have to be like Super Mario Brothers 3 maybe. Or Pac Man, maybe? Then again, Fortnite is pretty big right now, totally." He went to scratch his chin but couldn't, because pixels, then remembered what was going on.
"Oh yeah, shit. MINECRAFT. This is totally Minecraft." He looked around and yup, that was it alright. "How the fuck? Wait, can you mine anything? We need to build some shit and see how this works, and we'll need a shelter soon too." He got right to it and wandered over to a nearby tree and started chipping away at it.
As she watched Bobby smacking away at a tree, Darcy figured out what he’d meant by mining. She turned to a different tree and started punching at it, a little surprised by the sound the tree made when she’d finished punching it. “Okay, so how do we build shit? And what do you mean, we need shelter???”
“‘Cause it’ll get dark soon,” Bobby replied, chopping down one tree and then moving on to the next one. “And that’s when the monsters’ll come.” He paused to think for a second. “I dunno what modpacks we have installed though, so I’m not sure how bad it’ll be. But we’ll need shelter anyway, totally.”
“I just wonder how we can, like, enter commands, or see how this thing works. We can’t type or shit, so how do we do it?”
“Maybe we yell it? Sudo, make me a sandwich sort of commands?”
“LOL ok,” Bobby said, trying to think of a phrase. “Oh, hey. SIRI MAKE ME A SANDWICH?” No response. “ALEXA - SANDWICH ME UP PLZ!”
He tried to think. “What’s some of those other ones? Google Home or something? GOOGLE HOME, HAM ON RYE STAT.”
“Are there minecraft-specific commands? Like ‘slash wave’ in Overwatch?” As Darcy mentioned ‘slash wave’, an Alexa-like voice boomed “YOU CANNOT USE THAT COMMAND.” Darcy jumped back in alarm. “Holy crickets, I think we figured something out! Now we just need Minecraft commands!”
“Dude yes!” Bobby cheered, glad that they were starting to figure things out. “Ooh, there’s a ton of awesome commands that we can use to modify shit and everything, lemme give ‘em all to you.” They’d hopefully have a leg up now that they’d figured that part out.
Incidentally they are also made of cubes.
Laying face-down in the dirt was nothing new for Kyle. His head was pounding, everything was much too bright, even though all he could see was the color orange, and someone, somewhere was screaming. But the orange part, that was new.
He pushed off the ground, scrubbed at his face, and tried to shake the orange out of his field of vision, because from what he could tell, every. damn. thing. was kind of orangeish. He was pretty sure that he hadn't been sitting on a giant striped clay hill in the middle of nowhere surrounded by more giant kind of orange-grey blocks and the color orange, and the very occasional very square cactus not so long ago.
It was just there was someone screaming.
And then the screaming came to an abrupt halt, and was immediately followed up by a 'clunk' noise, and then his vision was again filled with the color orange - though the orange of hair, rather than the dusty clay he'd been sitting on.
-=BansheeLass fell from a high place=-
"Bleeding Christ," Terry cursed, struggling to orient herself even as she lapsed into Gaelic to continue her string of profanity. Then she realized she was on something — someone — and promptly rolled herself to the side. "Och, I'm..." She trailed off, though, as she caught sight of the... man beside her. "Um... shite. What've you been turned into?"
"Fuck if I know." Kyle spread his hands, at least, he swore he did, and he could almost feel fingers, but his arms were more cubes, that ended in cubes, with drawn-on claws at the end of flat hands. Except when he went to scratch his head, he felt his fingers digging into his scalp. Also flat "Whatever I am, everything is. Cactuses aren't like, supposed to be square."
Looking down at herself, Terry frowned. "Wait — m'hair's a block." Technically, more a rectangle. "And m'powers aren't workin', I don't think," she said, coughing quietly. Perhaps attempting to fly right off the bat had been a poor decision, but her instincts had kicked in when she saw a tan, shamble-y skeleton-like creature coming at her. "Bugger, but I should be dead. That cliff was high enough for it."
"Yeah, you're also the same height as me, which is super weird." Kyle stood up, and sure enough, he was exactly as tall as Terry. "I just showed up here and you know, it's very orange, and what the actual hell." He turned himself around in a circle and huffed. "Where the fuck are we? Because man, this doesn't even look real."
"It's... cartoonish, innit?" Terry asked, still not quite over how very dead she wasn't. "Well, regardless. There's zombies about. I think." Looking upward, she paused as she caught sight of the sun — or well. A large white square making its way across the sky. "Can you tell me, d'you think that's the sun? It's moving very quickly, if it is..."
"Pretty sure it is, and yeah, like, there's no shadows, which is freaky, but that thing is for sure like, if somebody turned the sun into a box." Kyle flopped back down on the ground, and leaned against another orange square thing. "It was darker when I showed up, and that was like ten minutes ago. This is some star wars crazy fast spinning planet bullshit."
"Aye," Terry agreed, frowning. "D'you think it's just us here? Should we start walkin'? Aren't you supposed t'stay where y'are if y'get lost? Though, I don't really think this counts as bein' lost." She frowned around at all the orange blocks, then took a deep breath and asked, "Are your powers workin'?"
"No idea, mine are, I mean you know." Kyle waved a hand-block-arm-thing at the rest of his body. "Won't know until I get bit by a zombie or something." He cut himself off, and then cocked his head. "I mean, maybe the hearing is, hard to tell? I can't smell anything at all though, which is super freaky." He huffed, turned around in a circle and then jumped a few times, hopping in place. "I mean, are yours working? And like, yeah, I mean, we should maybe not be here? Maybe there's less awful orange clay desert somewhere else?" If he squinted he could almost sort of see mountains, maybe, in the distance.
Just to double check that the falling thing hadn't been a fluke, Terry turned away from Kyle and screamed at a strange, sort-of-3D-but-not-really brown X near them. Nothing happened. "Well. That's a no on that one." Then she closed her eyes and focused on the sounds around them — of which there were none. "And... aye, no. M'hearing's not what it ought t'be, either." She glanced up at the sky again, eyes tracking the fast-moving sun. "Walkin' seems like an advisable thing just now."
Darcy and Bobby are also in a world of cubes, although theirs is more floral and forested. Bobby identifies the world as Minecraft.
Normally when people came to from explosions, from being knocked out, from strange psionic overload, the world faded in from black, from the nothingness of unconsciousness.
So the world flickering into existence from mottled brown was new.
Landing - or appearing, as it were, overlapped with several bright green and intangible ferns was also new. The ferns - and all of the other plant life, which seemed to be limited to grass, taller grass and the very occasional yellow flower - were made of tiny squares.
And then Darcy saw the trees, hundreds of them, stretching as far into the sky as she could see - and every single one was made up of squares.
'What the actual fucksticks?' Darcy thought as she stared at the squares. She moved forward, rectangles rising in her vision.
Wait. Rectangles? She raised her hand experimentally. Legos? This was a wild dream, probably fueled by a concussion. Her head felt strangely cottony. Not painful, but definitely... weird. She trudged forward several steps and saw another Lego-looking person in the distance. 'Please be friendly, please don't be a nightmare...'
"Hello dream stranger!"
'Dream stranger?' thought Bobby. Wait, was he dreaming? He blinked and looked around him. His surroundings seemed familiar, though they weren't real. Or were they?
He looked down at himself, and saw that he seemed to be made of a block-y, pixel-y substance. So... pixels? What the hell? Then he remembered someone - or something - had been speaking to him a few moments ago. Bobby looked up and saw what totally looked like a character from Minecraft, only it was Darcy.
"DARCY IS THAT YOU WHAT THE HELL." They were apparently in a game or something. While Minecraft wasn't the first game he'd pick to be in, at least he knew stuff about this one anyway.
"BOBBY?! WHY ARE WE LEGO PEOPLE???"
Darcy knew there were computer Lego games, but she wasn't familiar with whichever one they were in. Where was everyone else?
...What was that black and purple flickering in her peripheral vision? And ooh, was that a banana? She reached up to grab it, a little surprised when a blocky banana actually fell into her hand.
"What game IS this?"
"Dude it's only the greatest game ever, it's - no, wait," he said, stopping and thinking for a moment. "Not the greatest game ever, that'd have to be like Super Mario Brothers 3 maybe. Or Pac Man, maybe? Then again, Fortnite is pretty big right now, totally." He went to scratch his chin but couldn't, because pixels, then remembered what was going on.
"Oh yeah, shit. MINECRAFT. This is totally Minecraft." He looked around and yup, that was it alright. "How the fuck? Wait, can you mine anything? We need to build some shit and see how this works, and we'll need a shelter soon too." He got right to it and wandered over to a nearby tree and started chipping away at it.
As she watched Bobby smacking away at a tree, Darcy figured out what he’d meant by mining. She turned to a different tree and started punching at it, a little surprised by the sound the tree made when she’d finished punching it. “Okay, so how do we build shit? And what do you mean, we need shelter???”
“‘Cause it’ll get dark soon,” Bobby replied, chopping down one tree and then moving on to the next one. “And that’s when the monsters’ll come.” He paused to think for a second. “I dunno what modpacks we have installed though, so I’m not sure how bad it’ll be. But we’ll need shelter anyway, totally.”
“I just wonder how we can, like, enter commands, or see how this thing works. We can’t type or shit, so how do we do it?”
“Maybe we yell it? Sudo, make me a sandwich sort of commands?”
“LOL ok,” Bobby said, trying to think of a phrase. “Oh, hey. SIRI MAKE ME A SANDWICH?” No response. “ALEXA - SANDWICH ME UP PLZ!”
He tried to think. “What’s some of those other ones? Google Home or something? GOOGLE HOME, HAM ON RYE STAT.”
“Are there minecraft-specific commands? Like ‘slash wave’ in Overwatch?” As Darcy mentioned ‘slash wave’, an Alexa-like voice boomed “YOU CANNOT USE THAT COMMAND.” Darcy jumped back in alarm. “Holy crickets, I think we figured something out! Now we just need Minecraft commands!”
“Dude yes!” Bobby cheered, glad that they were starting to figure things out. “Ooh, there’s a ton of awesome commands that we can use to modify shit and everything, lemme give ‘em all to you.” They’d hopefully have a leg up now that they’d figured that part out.
