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This is episode 82 and as you can tell by the title, I'm going
to be reading the 5th installment of the Players Not
Alone series. Now this series has five
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The players Not alone part 5. My fear was quite short lived.
If Minecraft was bad at anything it was frightening you.
The meter wide blocks and beasts the size of bowling balls just
didn't lend themselves to terror.
The best Minecraft, or any entity in Minecraft could hope
for was intense unease. This unease came not from
knowing Ghost was nearby and the knowledge that he had been
watching me and instead came from the earth shattering and
game changing power that Ghost possessed.
Communication. Communication changed
everything. Even if he hadn't given me any
message I can understand yet. Who knew what secrets a strange
Minecraft entity possessed? My intense unease slowly abated
as I took a step back from situation mentally.
Sure, it was true that in the last few days Ghost had attacked
and communicated with me, but it was also true that this entire
situation was taking place in a video game.
A video game that could be turned off or deleted anytime I
wanted, on a computer that could be turned off anytime.
If Ghost became too threatening, I could just uninstall Minecraft
or delete the world. Why I'm so sure of my safety is
because I'm still not convinced Ghost is anything but a
competent mod. It's not like his message was
coherent or intelligent. If anything I thought Ghost
message proves that he was less intelligent and less dangerous
than I originally thought. It appeared he wasn't able to
communicate except through signs, which meant he didn't
have access to commands. That was a huge relief.
No telling what Ghost could do to my Minecraft world or even my
computer if he had access to commands.
Another thought at the forefront of my mind was the fact that I
learned through my research into other players experiences with
creatures like Ghost. The fact was that whenever a
player found or was found by a creature that could communicate,
the communication was without fail hostile.
The communication, either through a chat or on a sign was
always a harbinger of their characters imminent death.
I definitely need to start worrying and also start
preparing. Returning my attention to my
Minecraft world. I tore my gaze from the hanging
sign and wasted no time in sprinting out the door.
I already knew nothing would be different since my last
inspection mere moments ago, but someone had changed the sign and
as far as I knew, Ghost could not become invisible.
The addition to the sign was obviously done after the lag
spike that I crashed my game. I had been setting up a trap for
Ghost. I thought perhaps he figured out
what I was doing and tried to intervene.
That seemed to make sense and the timing of the crash lined up
with the trap becoming functional.
If this were true, that mean Ghost had found me before I
found him, and he had said his own surprise before mine was
even finished. I felt a chill.
It almost seemed like Ghost was out playing me in my own game.
The reality now was that my ingenious trap now served no
purpose. All I had succeeded in doing was
teaching ghosts how to build a shelter and also teach them how
to break into one. I began tearing down my faux
villager home and observatory. I took a break to sleep for the
night, then finished reclaiming my materials.
The site I had chosen for its promise now seemed haunted.
Ghosts could be lurking behind any one of these gigantic spruce
trees. With nothing left to
deconstruct, I left the Meadow and re entered the ancient taiga
woods. Immediately I found a wolf.
I located the poor creature from the Sea Alps as it struggled in
a Berry Bush. The few bones I had on hand.
I adopted the dog as my own. I took my other pets and Axolotl
out of my inventory and introduced them to my new
friends, whom I named Barry with an E for obvious reasons.
Berry followed closely behind me as I tricked further into the
forbidding forest. The forest was tall and dense by
nature of the spruce trees. Their leaves didn't start until
around midway up the tree. Though the floor of the forest
was rather sparse, there was hardly any light allowed
through, giving me the overall impression of being underground
in a cave. This taiga was definitely one of
the largest biomes I'd ever found.
It stretched seemingly without ends.
It was hard not to lose direction, and I had to
continually check my coordinates in the F3 screen to make sure I
was heading away from the Meadow.
I didn't know where I was headed, but I was confident
Ghost would be able to find me wherever I went.
I wanted a new start, put down roots and build a base.
I felt this was the best way to continue my observations on
Ghost and to keep my character safe.
Well, iron armor wasn't enough, as my fight with Ghost in The
Cave had revealed. Even full diamond male would be
too weak. No, to really allow myself the
freedom and protection I needed to study and maybe even trap
Ghost, I would need full netherate armor with the
strongest books of enchantment I could lay my hands upon.
I made-up my mind on the spot. I would begin my grand journey
as soon as I'd set up a base and not stop improving my skills and
tools until I'd confronted and captured the doppelganger that
terrorized my world since my spawning in so many moons ago.
With this lofty vision of my Minecraft future driving me
forwards, I weaved in between trunks and cave openings as I
dove ever deeper into the ancient taiga.
My supplies of pork and beef were being used at a worryingly
quick rates as I sprinted and dodged through the forest.
My eagerness and pace soon led to my downfall.
Barely any animals spawned due to the dimness, and the
plentiful berries didn't satiate enough hunger to keep up my
quick pace. Eventually I was forced to walk,
watching my hunger bar slowly depletes.
As my hunger bar fell, so did the light level.
These weren't related of course, but the sun had begun to set and
the heavy foliage was already allowing hostile mobs to spawn.
I found a flat spot and quickly placed my bed before any mobs
could interrupt me. The only problem was, I didn't
have my bed. Oh no.
I whispered, searching and researching through my
inventory, desperately looking for my beloved white bed.
I must have left it at the Meadow, I realized.
Now I was stuck in the forest without any food, any shelter,
or any way to pass the night. If I died, I risked losing my
world and more importantly, ghost.
My resolve to start a new base filled me with determination to
survive this night. I refused to die in this forest,
leaving Barry and my Axolotl orphans.
I had to stay alive for the sake of my pets and for the sake of
the entity that called my world home.
I didn't see any zombies in my immediate vicinity, so I did a
quick check up on my armor and tools and once more combed
through my inventory for anything edible.
I may be stuck walking for the time being, but I still had
almost full durability iron tools and armor.
It would take a lot of zombies to kill me.
Or one creeper, I thought grimly.
Even more dangerous than creepers in my current situation
are skeletons. Without being able to run, I was
at the mercy of the arrows of any skeleton that noticed me.
With the forest now crawling with the undead, I slowly and
carefully began making my way to the nearest tree.
A zombie approached me, but I bedded it away with my sword.
I was able to reach one of the giant 2 by 2 spruce trees and
was immediately assaulted by two more zombies.
I circled around the tree, keeping them at swords length
and whittling away their health. Once they were defeated, I
continued my plan. My plan was to build a staircase
winding up the tree. I began by placing a block of
the tree's base on the ground, stepped onto it and placed
another plank one block forward, one block above the previous
along the tree side. I was making slow progress when
suddenly what I've been dreading happened.
Not meeting a skeleton, but my hunger bar hitting zero.
Now I was constantly taking damage with no way to heal.
I quickened my pace up the tree. After around 30 blocks placed I
reached the leaf layer a few blocks below its begin to build
a platform that would serve as my temporary base.
I thought I had everything figured out, but that's when
Minecraft taught me a lesson about getting too comfortable
when staying out at night. A skeleton's expertly timed shot
hit me square on the shoulder. Now came my character to the
ground many blocks below. I'd already taken damage from
starvation, and I was certain I was dead.
As I fell, all the options I had raced through my mind.
But my water bucket was in my inventory, and I couldn't quit
the game without risking harming Ghost.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.
I opened them when I heard the sound of impact, expecting to
see the familiar red screen with you died on it, but instead my
character stood on the ground, alive by half heart.
I breathed a sigh of relief and started quickly walking back
towards the tree and safety, but it was too late.
While I had been towering up the tree, mobs had spawned and
gathered at the spruce's base. Now I was surrounded by zombies
and skeletons, with no way to outrun or defeat them.
I'd escaped death, only to meet it.
Now. A group of zombies walked
forward, arms raised within striking distance.
The end had come, no one would have guessed the turn of events
that happened next. From behind me a figure leaped
forward. It struck the zombies with its
iron sword. All the zombies turned in its
direction, but it was protected by iron.
Male mob struck each other in their efforts to reach their new
enemy and soon in fighting erupted.
In mere moments all the mobs were defeated just like in the
burning forest. The figure was Ghost but now it
come to save me. End of part 5.
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