TDRP: Minecraft - Log 4
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xp_logsBobby is the only one who knows anything about this game, but he has a theory about how they might get to go home.
It hit Bobby all of a sudden, in between crafting shit and just messing around. There was a way to beat this game, kinda. He didn’t really play it to win; it was more about building cool stuff and killing time, but there was always…
“THE ENDER DRAGON!” he screamed over the comms, a little too loudly perhaps. “That’s how we finish this game and maybe get outta here, once we find it and kill it. I bet that’s it. Totes.”
"The what now dragon?" Kyle popped out of the house they'd built. It looked less like a house and more like a collection of wooden cubes all stacked on top of each other, with flowers someone had planted in the grass in front. "Like, Ender Wiggins, Ender? Like, fuck, Bobby, is this a Orson Scott Card thing because ima sic Quire on you if it is."
“Is that the Rosebud dude? Nah, man, this ain’t about a sled or some such shit. It’s a dragon!” Thankfully Bobby didn’t know about that guy, and if he did he wouldn’t approve either. “We have to like dig down, WAY DOWN, build a portal, find him, kill him, and then bam, that’s it.” He paused for a second. “I think.”
"So we dig, and kill a dragon and that's how you win this game?" Kyle questioned. "Okay I know there's more to it than that, I saw Dori play this thing, but yo, I am all for killing dragons." He set down a pile of logs that Bobby had been using to build them a safer shelter and tabbed at his ear. "Guys, Bobby might have a plan. Everybody get to a safe spot and listen up! There's a dragon."
It turns out Bobby's plan involves more of the same - digging, farming, building.
Sighing, Terry selected the hoe in her inventory and started preparing the dirt near their makeshift base of operations. Once she had a decent five-by-five square of tilled earth, she opened her inventory and poked at the potatoes to select them. After that, it was literally just a matter of throwing the potatoes at the soil, little green shoots appearing atop the brown indicating that the potatoes had been successfully planted.
Then she moved on to readying the next plot of five-by-five, into which she was going to throw carrots. They'd all learned the hard way that you had to put some water in between the rows — dig out a rectangular trench first, of course, and then fill it so all the water was still, which had been a particularly irritating thing to realize — or the tilled soil would just go back to being regular dirt.
"Terry I am booooored." Kyle had been going back and forth carefully digging trenches and filling them with water, and so far he had nothing to show for it except a lot of holes in the ground. Which was the point but not really fun for him. "Why is so much of a video game where we fight a dragon more like a video game where we're farmers?"
"Apparently," Terry said, now throwing carrots with more vigor than was perhaps strictly necessary, "it's because we'll be needin' all the food t'heal up as the dragon slaughters us. Not that I'm sayin' I understand it any more than you, o'course. But it's much better than bein' swarmed by those little zombie bastards whilst tryin' t'find seeds or veg to plant in the first place."
Kyle shrugged. "Eh, I don't mind the zombies like, so much. I mean, it's fighting things!" He waved his funny rock sword around. "I'm just sayin' if this fight the dragon go home thing Bobby says is the end of the game doesn't work, I'm gonna take up a career as a full time zombie murder hobo. The murr murr villagers will love me, and I'll get you a bunch of shiny green rocks."
Laughing a little, Terry asked, "Now what'd I do here with all the shiny green rocks, love? Build a tower of 'em, I s'pose. I'll make sure you've all the vegetables y'could want. And the monster jerky I found a recipe for in that little book, if you're slaying all the zombies." She skipped the next water trough and started in with the hoeing again. "There's worse things." After a pause, she hummed. "Not by much, though, for want of things t'do." Glancing back toward the potatoes, she half rolled her eyes. "At least the veg grows quickly enough."
Kyle shrugged, remembered shrugging didn't look like anything, and then made a 'huff' noise to himself. "Ima go find a donkey or a llama so we can carry all your food over to dragonland." He looked at the plots Terry had been digging. "I just need to steal like, I dunno, a ton of carrots. Or sugar. How do we get sugar, Bobby said something about donkeys and horses and sugar?"
It hit Bobby all of a sudden, in between crafting shit and just messing around. There was a way to beat this game, kinda. He didn’t really play it to win; it was more about building cool stuff and killing time, but there was always…
“THE ENDER DRAGON!” he screamed over the comms, a little too loudly perhaps. “That’s how we finish this game and maybe get outta here, once we find it and kill it. I bet that’s it. Totes.”
"The what now dragon?" Kyle popped out of the house they'd built. It looked less like a house and more like a collection of wooden cubes all stacked on top of each other, with flowers someone had planted in the grass in front. "Like, Ender Wiggins, Ender? Like, fuck, Bobby, is this a Orson Scott Card thing because ima sic Quire on you if it is."
“Is that the Rosebud dude? Nah, man, this ain’t about a sled or some such shit. It’s a dragon!” Thankfully Bobby didn’t know about that guy, and if he did he wouldn’t approve either. “We have to like dig down, WAY DOWN, build a portal, find him, kill him, and then bam, that’s it.” He paused for a second. “I think.”
"So we dig, and kill a dragon and that's how you win this game?" Kyle questioned. "Okay I know there's more to it than that, I saw Dori play this thing, but yo, I am all for killing dragons." He set down a pile of logs that Bobby had been using to build them a safer shelter and tabbed at his ear. "Guys, Bobby might have a plan. Everybody get to a safe spot and listen up! There's a dragon."
It turns out Bobby's plan involves more of the same - digging, farming, building.
Sighing, Terry selected the hoe in her inventory and started preparing the dirt near their makeshift base of operations. Once she had a decent five-by-five square of tilled earth, she opened her inventory and poked at the potatoes to select them. After that, it was literally just a matter of throwing the potatoes at the soil, little green shoots appearing atop the brown indicating that the potatoes had been successfully planted.
Then she moved on to readying the next plot of five-by-five, into which she was going to throw carrots. They'd all learned the hard way that you had to put some water in between the rows — dig out a rectangular trench first, of course, and then fill it so all the water was still, which had been a particularly irritating thing to realize — or the tilled soil would just go back to being regular dirt.
"Terry I am booooored." Kyle had been going back and forth carefully digging trenches and filling them with water, and so far he had nothing to show for it except a lot of holes in the ground. Which was the point but not really fun for him. "Why is so much of a video game where we fight a dragon more like a video game where we're farmers?"
"Apparently," Terry said, now throwing carrots with more vigor than was perhaps strictly necessary, "it's because we'll be needin' all the food t'heal up as the dragon slaughters us. Not that I'm sayin' I understand it any more than you, o'course. But it's much better than bein' swarmed by those little zombie bastards whilst tryin' t'find seeds or veg to plant in the first place."
Kyle shrugged. "Eh, I don't mind the zombies like, so much. I mean, it's fighting things!" He waved his funny rock sword around. "I'm just sayin' if this fight the dragon go home thing Bobby says is the end of the game doesn't work, I'm gonna take up a career as a full time zombie murder hobo. The murr murr villagers will love me, and I'll get you a bunch of shiny green rocks."
Laughing a little, Terry asked, "Now what'd I do here with all the shiny green rocks, love? Build a tower of 'em, I s'pose. I'll make sure you've all the vegetables y'could want. And the monster jerky I found a recipe for in that little book, if you're slaying all the zombies." She skipped the next water trough and started in with the hoeing again. "There's worse things." After a pause, she hummed. "Not by much, though, for want of things t'do." Glancing back toward the potatoes, she half rolled her eyes. "At least the veg grows quickly enough."
Kyle shrugged, remembered shrugging didn't look like anything, and then made a 'huff' noise to himself. "Ima go find a donkey or a llama so we can carry all your food over to dragonland." He looked at the plots Terry had been digging. "I just need to steal like, I dunno, a ton of carrots. Or sugar. How do we get sugar, Bobby said something about donkeys and horses and sugar?"
