TDRP: Minecraft - Log 3
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xp_logsBobby has set the others to making things, and nobody but him likes it. Clarice is especially displeased.
Swinging the ax in her inventory to chop down another tree, Clarice glared at those around her. There was no real need to, but she wasn’t thrilled being around others, even if she also recognized that they were her friends and they needed to work together to get out of Minecraft land. She was not a video games person and this was not changing her mind, but it was at least somewhat reassuring to know that there was a method to the madness.
Not having hands per se, or at least fingers, but being able to hold the ax was weird, too. Still, they needed to cut down the trees to make planks for a special table that allowed them to make more stuff so they could get the hell out of here. Why you couldn’t make stuff on the ground she didn’t get, but that was the rules of the game.
"Apples apples apples…." Kyle zipped behind Clarice — they'd realized pretty fast that while she was Not one of the scary-ass teleporting monsters, she was soooooort of having the same "don't look at me" issues the monsters did. "Coming behind you to grab apples, gonna go get the big honking oak tree from the top, I haaaaaate this cube world these trees don't make sense!" At least he could still climb, which made no sense either, but he wasn't questioning things anymore.
Just complaining about them.
"I think I can make an apple pie!" Terry called over to the two of them, making sure to keep her eyes on Kyle rather than Clarice. It was difficult, though. The other woman sort of trailed purple sparkles and, while purple wasn't her favorite color, she did like sparkly things. "Maybe! I'll need to look through the recipe book again."
How was it that she was super tall in Minecraft world and trailed purple glitter, but was still all growly and hateful when looked at? She liked her friends and didn’t care and, ugh, she growled lowly under her breath, “Fine,” she agreed, thinking pie sounded good. And they had figured out that they needed to eat. They didn’t poop though. That was weird too. Hopefully they would not have an excess of that when they returned to normal. If they did.
Darcy discovers that when you die, you lose your stuff - but not your life - and that she might be able to hack Minecraft with her powers. Maybe. If Bobby could just remember any of the in game cheat commands. Video games are weird.
They had, under Bobby's careful direction, dug a set of blocky stairs down far enough that everything was rocks, and not dirt or sand. Torches were carefully placed every few blocks, holes were filled in, and in theory, it was as safe as a mine could get.
Right up until the creepy hissing green dick monster showed up, made its creepy hissing monster noise and promptly blew up the place, taking Darcy right along with them.
-=DardarBestIntern was blown up by Creeper=-
“WHAT THE FUCK.” Darcy patted one blocky leg awkwardly. Waitaminute... “Wait, where’s my axe and torches?” she asked, other hand pressed to her ear. She looked around, but didn’t see the stairs to the mine. Or Bobby. “Hell. I died and I’m stuck in this blockscape hell in the dark with none of--” hss. BOOM! “--RUN AWAY RUN AWAY.” twang. “OW HELL WHAT THE… SKELETONS--” twang. Darcy walked as fast as her blocky legs allowed, hoping she’d find camp or the sun or at least lose the skeleton with a bow and arrows that was chasing her down.
She eventually lost the skeleton by swimming across a river that she didn’t remember, finding a random house with a furnace and a chest with a wooden axe inside. She pressed her ear again. “Found someplace safe, I think, and a wooden axe. But I’m gonna need to find my way back to the camp area.”
“Oh dude, you can use a command to make sure you don’t lose your stuff if you die. My bad, I didn’t actually tell you that, whoops.” There were a ton of commands, after all, and Bobby had been pretty wrapped up with the fact that they were stuck in a game on top of all of that. He touched his ear again and relayed the command to her.
“Do you need help getting back? I can come getcha if you want?”
“Is there a command to port me to you? That would be easiest, if it works.”
“Yeah, um, it’s just /tp and where you wanna go, but you need, like, co-ordinates and stuff.”
“Can you see your coordinates? That’d at least get me back to the area,” Darcy asked. “And then I can put in the command for keeping stuff if we die.”
Swinging the ax in her inventory to chop down another tree, Clarice glared at those around her. There was no real need to, but she wasn’t thrilled being around others, even if she also recognized that they were her friends and they needed to work together to get out of Minecraft land. She was not a video games person and this was not changing her mind, but it was at least somewhat reassuring to know that there was a method to the madness.
Not having hands per se, or at least fingers, but being able to hold the ax was weird, too. Still, they needed to cut down the trees to make planks for a special table that allowed them to make more stuff so they could get the hell out of here. Why you couldn’t make stuff on the ground she didn’t get, but that was the rules of the game.
"Apples apples apples…." Kyle zipped behind Clarice — they'd realized pretty fast that while she was Not one of the scary-ass teleporting monsters, she was soooooort of having the same "don't look at me" issues the monsters did. "Coming behind you to grab apples, gonna go get the big honking oak tree from the top, I haaaaaate this cube world these trees don't make sense!" At least he could still climb, which made no sense either, but he wasn't questioning things anymore.
Just complaining about them.
"I think I can make an apple pie!" Terry called over to the two of them, making sure to keep her eyes on Kyle rather than Clarice. It was difficult, though. The other woman sort of trailed purple sparkles and, while purple wasn't her favorite color, she did like sparkly things. "Maybe! I'll need to look through the recipe book again."
How was it that she was super tall in Minecraft world and trailed purple glitter, but was still all growly and hateful when looked at? She liked her friends and didn’t care and, ugh, she growled lowly under her breath, “Fine,” she agreed, thinking pie sounded good. And they had figured out that they needed to eat. They didn’t poop though. That was weird too. Hopefully they would not have an excess of that when they returned to normal. If they did.
Darcy discovers that when you die, you lose your stuff - but not your life - and that she might be able to hack Minecraft with her powers. Maybe. If Bobby could just remember any of the in game cheat commands. Video games are weird.
They had, under Bobby's careful direction, dug a set of blocky stairs down far enough that everything was rocks, and not dirt or sand. Torches were carefully placed every few blocks, holes were filled in, and in theory, it was as safe as a mine could get.
Right up until the creepy hissing green dick monster showed up, made its creepy hissing monster noise and promptly blew up the place, taking Darcy right along with them.
-=DardarBestIntern was blown up by Creeper=-
“WHAT THE FUCK.” Darcy patted one blocky leg awkwardly. Waitaminute... “Wait, where’s my axe and torches?” she asked, other hand pressed to her ear. She looked around, but didn’t see the stairs to the mine. Or Bobby. “Hell. I died and I’m stuck in this blockscape hell in the dark with none of--” hss. BOOM! “--RUN AWAY RUN AWAY.” twang. “OW HELL WHAT THE… SKELETONS--” twang. Darcy walked as fast as her blocky legs allowed, hoping she’d find camp or the sun or at least lose the skeleton with a bow and arrows that was chasing her down.
She eventually lost the skeleton by swimming across a river that she didn’t remember, finding a random house with a furnace and a chest with a wooden axe inside. She pressed her ear again. “Found someplace safe, I think, and a wooden axe. But I’m gonna need to find my way back to the camp area.”
“Oh dude, you can use a command to make sure you don’t lose your stuff if you die. My bad, I didn’t actually tell you that, whoops.” There were a ton of commands, after all, and Bobby had been pretty wrapped up with the fact that they were stuck in a game on top of all of that. He touched his ear again and relayed the command to her.
“Do you need help getting back? I can come getcha if you want?”
“Is there a command to port me to you? That would be easiest, if it works.”
“Yeah, um, it’s just /tp and where you wanna go, but you need, like, co-ordinates and stuff.”
“Can you see your coordinates? That’d at least get me back to the area,” Darcy asked. “And then I can put in the command for keeping stuff if we die.”
