Prologue: A Brief Word
The following is an official document to be released to all notified parties.
It has come to my attention that several other civilized species are spreading rumours about our presence. I should not deign to address them, but in the interest of our continued existence and the achievement of our long-term goals, I shall.
No, the events leading to our new utopia did not start in Ireland. We had nothing to do with the petty squabbles with England in 2020, nor the ensuing air-strikes on Belfast, nor the so-called "Long Night Troubles". Several Irish individuals did play a part in our eventual existence, but if you paid at
Primary Original Work
4 deviations
Sweet Death: Into The Black P10
Epilogue: Unity
At the dawn of next morning, the populace of the Candy Kingdom was shocked by the emergence of several figures from the dungeons under the castle. The individuals were withered, bloodied, and severely burnt, but for the most part in lucid enough states to tell their stories. They were, according to the testimonies, the only surviving individuals ever to set foot in Blackbox's compound other than the man in the hood himself.
When Blackbox's powder bombs had gone off, several of the cell doors meant to be fixed open had been slammed tightly shut by the force, trapping the survivors -- two tortured prisoners and one shellshocked
Sweet Death
33 deviations
A Minor Miscalculation
31 deviations
How Yognapped Would Have Ended
Yognapped 3: Minecraftia Falls will obviously never be completed. I've completely lost my passion for the universe (though I still enjoy the base game itself) and I simply would never be able to find the time to unwrap every idea I had in mind with the career I've got ahead of me. But for those who were left hanging two years ago or were just curious how the gigantic clusterfuck of differing perspectives and character arcs was to come to its epic conclusion, here's the overall summary the plot was to follow -- as well as the plot of the final installment of the saga, Yognapped 4: Rising Ashes.
It has been two full years since the last chapte
Old Minecraftia Stories
118 deviations
Stalked: Games We Play P12
It's all led up to here. From the moment you woke up in that dingy hallway to the final duel with your formerly-masked assailant, one man has been sitting back, taunting you while he watched from behind the safety of some cameras and a series of cell phones. He was certain you'd never make it out, but though you've been through more than enough to kill a dozen men and drive thousands more to suicide, you managed it. And now your captor must learn from his mistakes.
Lust for vengeance boiling over in your heart, you head for the locked door. The unmasked man wasn't lying; his key fits perfectly, and the door swings open without a hitch. Grippi
Stalked
37 deviations
Containment Breached: Scenario 2 P10
Sweet urges you to leave her behind, but your mind is made up. She's worth more than you in the long run. Resigned, you hand her your pistol and motion to the exit.
Behind you, the Old Man is almost on you. His unearthly, rotten smile seems wider now.
At first, Sweet doesn't listen. "Come on, we can still get out! Don't let this old bastard win!"
But it's his dimension. The Old Man doesn't lose. You know he'll just kill both of you if you try and cheat him. Maybe he won't even kill Sweet, but keep stalking her until she shoots herself, just to spite you.
You repeat yourself. This time, it's phrased as an order. You are her commanding office
Containment Breached
15 deviations
Miscellaneous
7 deviations
Chronicles of Penitence: A Prelude
- September 20, 2508 -
- Cluster Theta, Colony Miliarium, Mars -
The three combatants stood atop mountains of corpses, some of human victims, others indescribably different. Their weapons glimmered in the faint light of the dying star above them, and for a split second, silence ruled over the battlefield.
Trina Krow shifted her lithe figure into a pouncing position, eyes constantly darting between her opponents. The swirling dust and ash stung her wounds, but by this point, she was used to dulling out the pain. Her pale hands tightened around the grip of her katana, and the cybernetic implant in her right eye socket glowed an unfriendly gre
Old Team Sigma and Recycling Bin
6 deviations
Old Minecraftia Stories118
All works having to do with the Minecraft universe. This used to be my wheelhouse, but consider them abandoned for the foreseeable future.
Sub-Galleries 2
How Yognapped Would Have Ended
Yognapped 3: Minecraftia Falls will obviously never be completed. I've completely lost my passion for the universe (though I still enjoy the base game itself) and I simply would never be able to find the time to unwrap every idea I had in mind with the career I've got ahead of me. But for those who were left hanging two years ago or were just curious how the gigantic clusterfuck of differing perspectives and character arcs was to come to its epic conclusion, here's the overall summary the plot was to follow -- as well as the plot of the final installment of the saga, Yognapped 4: Rising Ashes.
It has been two full years since the last chapte
Minecraftia Saga
56
The Hollow Mountain Journals P3
Day Five/Six: Iron Expeditions
Okay, I didn't get the chance to make an entry last night. By "didn't get a chance," I mean to say that I forgot about it. Sorry. Surviving alone in a harsh, uncharted server does things to your memory.
So on the morning of my fifth day here, I realized that a lot of my gear had been damaged from my disastrous mining trip on the fourth night. One can't simply go out with chipped swords and stripped-down armor, can they? So my first priority has been crafting an anvil. I expected, given an anvil's relatively simple design, for it to take half of the day at most.
... Well.
Thirty-one ingots. Thirty-one goddamn
The Hollow Mountain Journals
3
How Yognapped Would Have Ended
How Yognapped Would Have Ended
Yognapped 3: Minecraftia Falls will obviously never be completed. I've completely lost my passion for the universe (though I still enjoy the base game itself) and I simply would never be able to find the time to unwrap every idea I had in mind with the career I've got ahead of me. But for those who were left hanging two years ago or were just curious how the gigantic clusterfuck of differing perspectives and character arcs was to come to its epic conclusion, here's the overall summary the plot was to follow -- as well as the plot of the final installment of the saga, Yognapped 4: Rising Ashes.
It has been two full years since the last chapte
Day Five/Six: Iron Expeditions
Okay, I didn't get the chance to make an entry last night. By "didn't get a chance," I mean to say that I forgot about it. Sorry. Surviving alone in a harsh, uncharted server does things to your memory.
So on the morning of my fifth day here, I realized that a lot of my gear had been damaged from my disastrous mining trip on the fourth night. One can't simply go out with chipped swords and stripped-down armor, can they? So my first priority has been crafting an anvil. I expected, given an anvil's relatively simple design, for it to take half of the day at most.
... Well.
Thirty-one ingots. Thirty-one goddamn
Day Three: Innovation and Exploration
So... I learned a couple of important things last night. Namely, that spiders love crawling on low, flat surfaces. And that more of them can spawn into existence without enough light in the area. And that I'm almost completely incapable of falling asleep when those hissing little shits are within a ten block radius of me.
While designing my abode, I failed to take into account that none of the light from my torches would penetrate to the outer walls. Effectively, this rendered my house indistinguishable from the mobs' habitat, leading to the circumstances described above.
When I "woke up" from my fifte
The following has been extracted from the journal of the late Blake Gladesmith, and as such, may contain disturbing content. The nature of the phenomenon surrounding the "Hollow Mountain" area has not been ascertained, and as such, no dedicated investigations are currently possible. Gladesmith's words have not been altered for this viewing.
Day One: The Village
One day in, and I'm already hitting my stride!
Okay, technically this is my second day in uncharted territory, but it's not like I could have gotten anything accomplished when I arrived. If I recall, it was close to sunset when I crossed from my homeland to this server. I'd heard th
Chapter 8: Grief and Strife
"I... I tried, okay?!"
Peon Unit 341 pressed his ear up to the door, listening to his commander rant. He'd been standing guard here all day. If anyone had entered Sben's quarters other than the man himself, he would have known. Sben was completely, utterly alone.
So who the hell's he screaming at?
"I SAID I TRIED! It's not my fault your brother's a massive pu... AGH! FUCKING CUT IT OUT!" Unit 341 heard what sounded like the shattering of glowstone. "It's not all done! I can still... still... hurk..."
Something loudly thumped against the wall, startling him. There followed a sound like a gallon of spoiled milk bein
Chapter 7: Deployment
Lewis awoke, from a rest of his own volition for once, in his cell.
The lightless, claustrophobic space was as miserable as it had been when he'd gone to sleep, though the lines being etched away in his flesh by the binding cable presented a brief distraction from the uneventfulness. Unable to resolve the painful issue, he retreated into his thoughts as he often did in dire situations.
He still couldn't wrap his mind around what Sben had shown him. A rifle with seemingly no ammunition, nor corporeal projectiles, but the capacity to immolate anything and everything in its path with a single twitch of the trigger; the pot
Chapter 6: Griefed
Ridge stared at the man whose window he had just crashed through, enjoying the expression of shock playing across his mustachioed face. He briefly wished that the charming, cocky smile set in his own face wasn't his standard expression, if only so that he could genuinely pull one off at that moment.
"Good morning, Jasper. I hope I didn't frighten you too much." That was a tiny lie, of course. His enjoyment of the situation only increased as the renowned Skylord reeled back from his youthful, yet disturbingly hoarse voice.
Jasper took a step forward, readying his sword arm and rifling through his inventory for said sword. "
Chapter 5: Slight Imperfections
Replication Lab B was a sterile, lightly furnished chamber near the heart of Netherstorm, staffed by three Peon Elites who rarely left its boundaries. Like the laboratory of the Ironstorm Complex before it, Lab B consisted only of some iron chairs and desks, several equipment storage lockers, a polished countertop overflown with scrawled notes and spreadsheets, and at the far end, the complex mechanism used to form entirely new organisms from small blood samples.
It was this mechanism that the directing Peon Elite kept glancing anxiously at, in between staring at the entrance and waiting for her commander to a
Chapter 4: Two Sides of the Coin
Run. I have to keep running.
The hisses and wet growls of mobs in my wake echo through the shadows behind the trees. My torch's dim light is keeping them at bay, but sooner or later it will flicker out of existence, and I am likely to follow. I have no blade with which to slay the beasts, nor a pick to dig myself an entrenchment for the night, nor a bow to keep the abominations around me at a distance.
I am, in accordance with the rules of nighttime survival, already condemned.
But the mobs are not what I am running from.
Until approximately six minutes ago, I would have welcomed death at the hands of the pre
Chapter 3: Captive Audience
A single strike knocked Lewis's mind from the blackness.
His eyes shot open, and he found himself staring up at the cavernous roof of the Nether. The realm's infamous heat pressed down on his weary body, trapping rivulets of rapidly-flowing sweat in rancid pools underneath his nearly unsalvageable clothes. The mournful wails of Ghasts hovering in the distance filled his ears, interspersed with the dull ringing brought on by the impact.
Terrified and confused, Lewis made an admirable attempt at struggling to his feet, but he realized quickly that he lacked the ability to move any part of his body. Even his eyes wer