TDRP: Minecraft - Log 5
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xp_logsSeriously, for a game that has so many monsters, you spend a lot more time doing everything except fighting them. Kyle and Terry and Darcy make food - and Darcy reports that she can't cheat them home by command-killing the dragon.
Glaring spectacularly at the block-sized furnace-come-stove in front of her, Terry growled. She'd been told the expression didn't make much of a difference one way or the other, as no one else could see it, but the growl at least made her feel a bit better. She'd think she'd been spending too much time with Kyle, but honestly she didn't care a wit about it. She liked him, after all, and he was the reason she'd managed to get a vast majority of the things she'd needed to start making all this food.
"Honestly," she muttered, opening the furnace so she could put a stack of coal inside, then a stack of potatoes. "This, at least, makes a bit o'sense," she said, closing out of the furnace so she could turn her glare toward the crafting table beside her. "But och, the bread!" Still she walked over to the crafting table and opened it, lips pursed tightly in irritation as she lined up three stacks of wheat horizontally.
Terry just couldn't get over how that managed to give her sixty-four bloody loaves of bread. She didn't even have to grind anything! She supposed she shouldn't be complaining so much, considering it made things a great deal easier for them all so far as getting ready for their long journey was concerned, but really.
"I have killed about, I dunno, a hundred chickens, I turned all the eggs into more chickens, and I have like a box of raw chicken, what do you even do with this stuff?" Kyle had eaten one, felt like hell for thirty seconds, and decided that was not the way to go. "Is this like your potatoes? Shove it into the weird stone box and it makes edible food?"
Eyebrows rising both in excitement at the chickens and Kyle's general presence, Terry said, "I haven't the faintest, but I'll gladly try it out. Or y'can, whichever you'd like best. Leastwise, it certainly won't hurt anythin'." She'd figured that out when she attempted to put eggs in the furnace to see if they'd boil.
They hadn't, of course, but none of the coal or the eggs themselves had disappeared or otherwise been destroyed, so that seemed like one positive thing amongst an ever-growing list of not-positive things about this place.
"You know what's annoying?" Kyle poked the furnace, and baked potatoes popped out. And then poked again to put his raw chicken in it. "If this works, I am gonna have to carry around a whole ton of chicken that I can't smell, and man, fried chicken smells so good. Which okay I guess means I won't eat the whole thing at once but there are no smells here and it's really messing with me."
"I'm thinkin' this'd be roasted chicken, but I like it regardless o'how it's cooked, so aye. I'll agree with you on the scentlessness o'the place bein' terrible," Terry said, quirking a smile despite herself. "But I'm also thinkin' this whole… dragon thing we need t'deal with? It's gonna take a fair bit o'planning. More'n just stacks and stacks o'chicken and potatoes. Might as well look into seein' if we can't sort out travelin' to wherever beforehand to set up all o'the trunks and fill 'em with food."
“You think so?” Darcy looked at the chicken dubiously. “I guess we’d probably need extra armor and weapons too. Probably not just a doorway to down there, so… maybe Clarice could do portals? Does this game even do portals? Maybe I could one time give people extra stuff… I don’t know if that’d take me out of actually fighting the dragon, though?”
"Why'd it take you out o'fightin' the dragon?" Terry asked, eyes still on the furnace and its contents as they slowly cooked.
“We tried the dragon kill command and it just knocked me right out. I get a nasty migraine and nosebleed when we’re normal, but BAM asleep til tomorrow is fine too I guess? I’m not sure what the upper limit is.” Darcy tucked a cooked stack of chicken into the chest, grabbing some charcoal and potatoes to cook next.
"Well," Terry said, focus returning to her own stacks of food. "We'll just have t'avoid that in future."
Poor Clarice - she's gotten all the teleporting of a Minecraft Enderman and all the downsides too, like not wanting to be looked at. Terry and Clarice make armor and conversation.
They’d chopped the trees and built the craft table to make the tools to mine the ore so they could have armor. It was a silly sort of logic, but it did make sense in its own way. Now, with the armor she was attempting to make (and cube armor was just silly) they could use the weapons Bobby was making to go slay the dragon or whatever it was to beat the game and get out of here. This experience, while on the weird scale, wasn’t that high and she appreciated that.
It also seemed as though no actual skill was required for any of this. So long as they had the materials and put it in the correct shape, the item created itself. That was useful since knitting chainmail was time consuming and finicky at best. Creating another chestplate, Clarice turned to find the nearest chest to put it on.
Terry stood there, watching Clarice make things appear out of thin air with the little crafting table she'd seen when first looking through all the recipes that'd appeared after chopping down that tree, and shook her head. "'Lo," she said, waving a little. "I've brought some diamonds from the mine. Bobbert swears they make better armor, but we've only just now accumulated enough t'do anything proper. I've got a stack for you and then I'll carry some over t'the where he's makin' the weapons."
Twitching involuntarily at being addressed and looked at, Clarice nodded, “Sounds good. Who’s getting the diamond armor?”
"All of us, I think," Terry said, flicking her eyes away immediately. She kept forgetting the trouble Clarice was having when they actively watched her. "I've a whole stack here, but I've so much food in my inventory, I could only fit two stacks. They're still down there stripmining things for more."
“But I’ve got steel armor, too?” Eh, fine they’d figure it out. “Leave it and I’ll make more and then we’ll eat and hopefully get enough inventory stuffs to move forward so we can get out of cubeland.”
"I'll leave y'some roasted chickens," Terry said, offloading a stack of those, too. "Clear outta bit o'space so I can lug about other things. I'm thinkin' it's just that the iron and other metals'll break down faster in a fight, maybe? I've just run away from all the creepy crawlies, m'self, but I suppose that won't work against a dragon."
Glaring spectacularly at the block-sized furnace-come-stove in front of her, Terry growled. She'd been told the expression didn't make much of a difference one way or the other, as no one else could see it, but the growl at least made her feel a bit better. She'd think she'd been spending too much time with Kyle, but honestly she didn't care a wit about it. She liked him, after all, and he was the reason she'd managed to get a vast majority of the things she'd needed to start making all this food.
"Honestly," she muttered, opening the furnace so she could put a stack of coal inside, then a stack of potatoes. "This, at least, makes a bit o'sense," she said, closing out of the furnace so she could turn her glare toward the crafting table beside her. "But och, the bread!" Still she walked over to the crafting table and opened it, lips pursed tightly in irritation as she lined up three stacks of wheat horizontally.
Terry just couldn't get over how that managed to give her sixty-four bloody loaves of bread. She didn't even have to grind anything! She supposed she shouldn't be complaining so much, considering it made things a great deal easier for them all so far as getting ready for their long journey was concerned, but really.
"I have killed about, I dunno, a hundred chickens, I turned all the eggs into more chickens, and I have like a box of raw chicken, what do you even do with this stuff?" Kyle had eaten one, felt like hell for thirty seconds, and decided that was not the way to go. "Is this like your potatoes? Shove it into the weird stone box and it makes edible food?"
Eyebrows rising both in excitement at the chickens and Kyle's general presence, Terry said, "I haven't the faintest, but I'll gladly try it out. Or y'can, whichever you'd like best. Leastwise, it certainly won't hurt anythin'." She'd figured that out when she attempted to put eggs in the furnace to see if they'd boil.
They hadn't, of course, but none of the coal or the eggs themselves had disappeared or otherwise been destroyed, so that seemed like one positive thing amongst an ever-growing list of not-positive things about this place.
"You know what's annoying?" Kyle poked the furnace, and baked potatoes popped out. And then poked again to put his raw chicken in it. "If this works, I am gonna have to carry around a whole ton of chicken that I can't smell, and man, fried chicken smells so good. Which okay I guess means I won't eat the whole thing at once but there are no smells here and it's really messing with me."
"I'm thinkin' this'd be roasted chicken, but I like it regardless o'how it's cooked, so aye. I'll agree with you on the scentlessness o'the place bein' terrible," Terry said, quirking a smile despite herself. "But I'm also thinkin' this whole… dragon thing we need t'deal with? It's gonna take a fair bit o'planning. More'n just stacks and stacks o'chicken and potatoes. Might as well look into seein' if we can't sort out travelin' to wherever beforehand to set up all o'the trunks and fill 'em with food."
“You think so?” Darcy looked at the chicken dubiously. “I guess we’d probably need extra armor and weapons too. Probably not just a doorway to down there, so… maybe Clarice could do portals? Does this game even do portals? Maybe I could one time give people extra stuff… I don’t know if that’d take me out of actually fighting the dragon, though?”
"Why'd it take you out o'fightin' the dragon?" Terry asked, eyes still on the furnace and its contents as they slowly cooked.
“We tried the dragon kill command and it just knocked me right out. I get a nasty migraine and nosebleed when we’re normal, but BAM asleep til tomorrow is fine too I guess? I’m not sure what the upper limit is.” Darcy tucked a cooked stack of chicken into the chest, grabbing some charcoal and potatoes to cook next.
"Well," Terry said, focus returning to her own stacks of food. "We'll just have t'avoid that in future."
Poor Clarice - she's gotten all the teleporting of a Minecraft Enderman and all the downsides too, like not wanting to be looked at. Terry and Clarice make armor and conversation.
They’d chopped the trees and built the craft table to make the tools to mine the ore so they could have armor. It was a silly sort of logic, but it did make sense in its own way. Now, with the armor she was attempting to make (and cube armor was just silly) they could use the weapons Bobby was making to go slay the dragon or whatever it was to beat the game and get out of here. This experience, while on the weird scale, wasn’t that high and she appreciated that.
It also seemed as though no actual skill was required for any of this. So long as they had the materials and put it in the correct shape, the item created itself. That was useful since knitting chainmail was time consuming and finicky at best. Creating another chestplate, Clarice turned to find the nearest chest to put it on.
Terry stood there, watching Clarice make things appear out of thin air with the little crafting table she'd seen when first looking through all the recipes that'd appeared after chopping down that tree, and shook her head. "'Lo," she said, waving a little. "I've brought some diamonds from the mine. Bobbert swears they make better armor, but we've only just now accumulated enough t'do anything proper. I've got a stack for you and then I'll carry some over t'the where he's makin' the weapons."
Twitching involuntarily at being addressed and looked at, Clarice nodded, “Sounds good. Who’s getting the diamond armor?”
"All of us, I think," Terry said, flicking her eyes away immediately. She kept forgetting the trouble Clarice was having when they actively watched her. "I've a whole stack here, but I've so much food in my inventory, I could only fit two stacks. They're still down there stripmining things for more."
“But I’ve got steel armor, too?” Eh, fine they’d figure it out. “Leave it and I’ll make more and then we’ll eat and hopefully get enough inventory stuffs to move forward so we can get out of cubeland.”
"I'll leave y'some roasted chickens," Terry said, offloading a stack of those, too. "Clear outta bit o'space so I can lug about other things. I'm thinkin' it's just that the iron and other metals'll break down faster in a fight, maybe? I've just run away from all the creepy crawlies, m'self, but I suppose that won't work against a dragon."
