TDRP: Minecraft - Log 7 and Finale
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xp_logsHaving found what they need, the group is sent down to dig obsidian and build a portal.
They’d dug down as far as they could go, or so it seemed anyway. It was pretty damn deep, even Bobby, who’d played a ton of Minecraft, had to admit that.
Being satisfied with the depth, he took out a bucket of water and threw it onto some nearby standing lava. Once it hissed and cooled, it had transformed into obsidian, just as he had hoped and expected it would.
“Ok, dudes and dudettes,” he said, pointing at the newly formed obsidian block. “We need a couple dozen or so of these, maybe twenty or thereabouts? I forget exactly, but go for twenty. Then we can build us a portal and get down to business.”
Even with a diamond pickaxe, hacking away at all the bloody obsidian they could find for blocks to make the portal to get to wherever they needed to go next was taking forever. She'd been at it nonstop for what felt like the entirety of her life, but Terry knew that had more to do with how the game's sense of day and night worked.
Taking a brief break, she headed over to the chests to deposit the stacks she'd accumulated and to have a bite to eat before she went right back to the lava flow they'd poured water on to make the obsidian. "I think," she said, directing the words toward noone in particular, "That I hate minin' more than I hate gardenin' and cookin' in this feckin' game."
The mining was tedious, but no more so than porting the blocks of obsidian from the mine up to the surface. Good thing was she could port. Bad thing was it was nothing like how her porting usually worked. At least she trailed glitter. “Need any more?” she asked, emerging with the last of the obsidian. Hopefully there was enough that they could use it to some other scientifically improbable thing to unlock the next level or whatever it was they needed to get the hell out of there.
"Nup" Bobby answered. "It's either five on the side and four on top, or four and four and better more than less." He stepped on and off the stone pressure plate he'd put by the door. "And we're pig-man proof, so we won't come back to a base full of zombie pig men."
"Nothing you just said makes sense." Kyle muttered.
Darcy eyeballed the growing stack of obsidian as Clarice ported more up. “Right, a portal.. Four by five… tall… gotcha,” she muttered to herself. “Step up or in ground… nah, step.” She carefully placed stone as a base, then hopped up and did the bottom layer of obsidian. “Dirt stairs, easy to remove…”
The thing Bobby had handed Kyle looked nothing like the torches they'd put literally all over the place. It'd looked like black rocks and iron stuck together and he knew what flint and steel looked like, this was not that. But - Bobby had been pretty much right about almost everything this entire time, so fucking weird or not, Kyle tapped the thing against the black and purple rectangle.
It lit up bright swirly purple.
"The fuck." Which he'd said also about nine hundred times. "Okay, so I stand in it, wait to feel like I'm tripping balls and then end up in the nether and don't fight the pig men. Gotcha." He mock saluted Bobby, and stepped off into the portal.
The team goes through their portal - and finds the way home.
The landscape was bleakly dull red, the parts that weren't lava lakes or gravel. It could have come from a classic depiction of the Inferno, complete with monsters and lost souls - if it hadn't been for the fact that the entire thing, top to bottom was made of blocks. Identical in size and shape, every single pool of bubbling molten rock, every craggy hill, even the odd glowing gold lights were cubes. The monsters that rose up out of the lava, or came down from the gravel cliffs were also blocky - mold covered pink humanoid figures, and flying white cubes that spat fireballs and cried like sad kittens.
And yet, oddly, it wasn't as hot as it should have been, nor did it smell of sulfur or smoke. As fiery as the landscape was, the air wasn't choked with ash. It looked like hell - and smelled like nothing at all.
A fortress stood, jutting out of one of the unending seas of lava, crafted in brick a shade darker than the dull red of the land around the lava sea, and atop one of the blocky bridges a portal irised open. It made a musical whirr, deposited a near rectangle of purple-spotted black cubes in a small monolith on the bridge, and then spat out people.
All of them were the same weird blocks as the land, rather more humanoid, and all wearing the same identical glowing blue armor - boots, gloves, hats and chest plates, and each one carrying a sword also made of glowing blue cubes.
"Great. We're pixelated." Kane said, looking at the receiver in his hand now turned into a grey box with a red cube on the front. "Are we in Atariworld or something?"
"It's like one of those LEGO video games." Ev looked down at his hands that weren't hands, more like dark two-by-fours. Still, as in the other scenarios they had completed, his mutant aura detected the presence of others, so this body horror hell would last only so long. It was still muffled, as this body horror hell tried to smother the real reality, and the signal threatened to wink out at any second. "It's Gibney up there," he said, raising one of the logs that had replaced his arms to point in the direction of the other portal.
Bobby had sent the others down into the red rocks to look for something - quartz? Kyle thought, or some kind of warts? Something he said they needed to make a thing that would make another thing, and his job was to go find a fortress, find monsters that looked like flying candelabras and beat them to death and collect whatever they dropped. He'd really only paid attention to what the monster looked like, and not much else of Bobby's explanations. He was halfway down the hill, sword in hand to chase after one of the pig-man-monsters when he heard two things. First, the sad-baby-cat noise that Bobby had warned everyone about, and second, voices. Real voices, voices he knew, not the nonsense noises that the game's villagers made, not zombie noises, and not any of the people he'd just spent the last however long - he'd stopped counting ages ago - digging, building and hitting zombies with wooden swords with.
"The fuck? Gar? Ev?" He stopped, looked around frantically in case of monster that vomited fireballs, stood just a second too long on top of a pile of gravel, and it collapsed, sending him down into the lava.
A toneless voice announced "Wildchild1990 tried to swim in lava."
"I literally have no idea what the hell is going on, but I'm already irrationally angry about everything here." Kane said, hitting the recall button for the portal.
"Yes, this is certainly something." The return portal opened, and before they could gather everyone, Kyle's big blocky form re-appeared out of nowhere next to them. "Okay, I'm not going to ask how you did that. Just . . . in there. It'll take you home."
"Yo, I have been doing that all the time. I am bad at this game. I got killed by a zombie holding a carrot. I got killed by a pufferfish. I got killed by falling sand." Kyle popped the blue glowing helmet off and proceeded to dump from somewhere what looked like entire piles of blocky potatoes and dirt on the ground before saluting Ev and Gar with his glowing blue sword and then throwing himself bodily into the cheerily glowing return portal.
They’d dug down as far as they could go, or so it seemed anyway. It was pretty damn deep, even Bobby, who’d played a ton of Minecraft, had to admit that.
Being satisfied with the depth, he took out a bucket of water and threw it onto some nearby standing lava. Once it hissed and cooled, it had transformed into obsidian, just as he had hoped and expected it would.
“Ok, dudes and dudettes,” he said, pointing at the newly formed obsidian block. “We need a couple dozen or so of these, maybe twenty or thereabouts? I forget exactly, but go for twenty. Then we can build us a portal and get down to business.”
Even with a diamond pickaxe, hacking away at all the bloody obsidian they could find for blocks to make the portal to get to wherever they needed to go next was taking forever. She'd been at it nonstop for what felt like the entirety of her life, but Terry knew that had more to do with how the game's sense of day and night worked.
Taking a brief break, she headed over to the chests to deposit the stacks she'd accumulated and to have a bite to eat before she went right back to the lava flow they'd poured water on to make the obsidian. "I think," she said, directing the words toward noone in particular, "That I hate minin' more than I hate gardenin' and cookin' in this feckin' game."
The mining was tedious, but no more so than porting the blocks of obsidian from the mine up to the surface. Good thing was she could port. Bad thing was it was nothing like how her porting usually worked. At least she trailed glitter. “Need any more?” she asked, emerging with the last of the obsidian. Hopefully there was enough that they could use it to some other scientifically improbable thing to unlock the next level or whatever it was they needed to get the hell out of there.
"Nup" Bobby answered. "It's either five on the side and four on top, or four and four and better more than less." He stepped on and off the stone pressure plate he'd put by the door. "And we're pig-man proof, so we won't come back to a base full of zombie pig men."
"Nothing you just said makes sense." Kyle muttered.
Darcy eyeballed the growing stack of obsidian as Clarice ported more up. “Right, a portal.. Four by five… tall… gotcha,” she muttered to herself. “Step up or in ground… nah, step.” She carefully placed stone as a base, then hopped up and did the bottom layer of obsidian. “Dirt stairs, easy to remove…”
The thing Bobby had handed Kyle looked nothing like the torches they'd put literally all over the place. It'd looked like black rocks and iron stuck together and he knew what flint and steel looked like, this was not that. But - Bobby had been pretty much right about almost everything this entire time, so fucking weird or not, Kyle tapped the thing against the black and purple rectangle.
It lit up bright swirly purple.
"The fuck." Which he'd said also about nine hundred times. "Okay, so I stand in it, wait to feel like I'm tripping balls and then end up in the nether and don't fight the pig men. Gotcha." He mock saluted Bobby, and stepped off into the portal.
The team goes through their portal - and finds the way home.
The landscape was bleakly dull red, the parts that weren't lava lakes or gravel. It could have come from a classic depiction of the Inferno, complete with monsters and lost souls - if it hadn't been for the fact that the entire thing, top to bottom was made of blocks. Identical in size and shape, every single pool of bubbling molten rock, every craggy hill, even the odd glowing gold lights were cubes. The monsters that rose up out of the lava, or came down from the gravel cliffs were also blocky - mold covered pink humanoid figures, and flying white cubes that spat fireballs and cried like sad kittens.
And yet, oddly, it wasn't as hot as it should have been, nor did it smell of sulfur or smoke. As fiery as the landscape was, the air wasn't choked with ash. It looked like hell - and smelled like nothing at all.
A fortress stood, jutting out of one of the unending seas of lava, crafted in brick a shade darker than the dull red of the land around the lava sea, and atop one of the blocky bridges a portal irised open. It made a musical whirr, deposited a near rectangle of purple-spotted black cubes in a small monolith on the bridge, and then spat out people.
All of them were the same weird blocks as the land, rather more humanoid, and all wearing the same identical glowing blue armor - boots, gloves, hats and chest plates, and each one carrying a sword also made of glowing blue cubes.
"Great. We're pixelated." Kane said, looking at the receiver in his hand now turned into a grey box with a red cube on the front. "Are we in Atariworld or something?"
"It's like one of those LEGO video games." Ev looked down at his hands that weren't hands, more like dark two-by-fours. Still, as in the other scenarios they had completed, his mutant aura detected the presence of others, so this body horror hell would last only so long. It was still muffled, as this body horror hell tried to smother the real reality, and the signal threatened to wink out at any second. "It's Gibney up there," he said, raising one of the logs that had replaced his arms to point in the direction of the other portal.
Bobby had sent the others down into the red rocks to look for something - quartz? Kyle thought, or some kind of warts? Something he said they needed to make a thing that would make another thing, and his job was to go find a fortress, find monsters that looked like flying candelabras and beat them to death and collect whatever they dropped. He'd really only paid attention to what the monster looked like, and not much else of Bobby's explanations. He was halfway down the hill, sword in hand to chase after one of the pig-man-monsters when he heard two things. First, the sad-baby-cat noise that Bobby had warned everyone about, and second, voices. Real voices, voices he knew, not the nonsense noises that the game's villagers made, not zombie noises, and not any of the people he'd just spent the last however long - he'd stopped counting ages ago - digging, building and hitting zombies with wooden swords with.
"The fuck? Gar? Ev?" He stopped, looked around frantically in case of monster that vomited fireballs, stood just a second too long on top of a pile of gravel, and it collapsed, sending him down into the lava.
A toneless voice announced "Wildchild1990 tried to swim in lava."
"I literally have no idea what the hell is going on, but I'm already irrationally angry about everything here." Kane said, hitting the recall button for the portal.
"Yes, this is certainly something." The return portal opened, and before they could gather everyone, Kyle's big blocky form re-appeared out of nowhere next to them. "Okay, I'm not going to ask how you did that. Just . . . in there. It'll take you home."
"Yo, I have been doing that all the time. I am bad at this game. I got killed by a zombie holding a carrot. I got killed by a pufferfish. I got killed by falling sand." Kyle popped the blue glowing helmet off and proceeded to dump from somewhere what looked like entire piles of blocky potatoes and dirt on the ground before saluting Ev and Gar with his glowing blue sword and then throwing himself bodily into the cheerily glowing return portal.
