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| 09 Jul 2012 06:51 PM |
The rise of Herobrine was the greatest misfortune that dimension of Minecraft has ever undertaken. It all started in a small village in a province. Triplets, Steve, Matt, and George had been living there for many years, starting from their childhoods. They all lived in a small cottage that their father had built before the National Defense had drafted him. Few years later, his father died in war.
Although the three brothers had experienced such misfortune, they had come to appreciate what happiness that has existed in their life since their first breath. Soon after their father had been drafted, the brothers had learned to work for themselves and make their own money. They mined, chopped, and built together all day, working as a team.
Soon, they would be off to college and their mother would be left alone.
One bright, sunny morning, the three brothers had gone down into the mines. They wanted to give their mother something special to remember them by before they left for so many years; they were searching for diamond. The times that anyone had ever found a diamond were slim. Searchers went down into public and private mines and never came out, either presumed to be dead or lost.
Before the triplets had gone down, they decided to do some research. Steve suggested that they go down to the library to read. Nobody had a better suggestion, so they went.
The library was filled with so many books; so much knowledge to be detained in a single mind. They ran down the aisles, looking and taking out all the books that had information about diamonds. They flipped through the pages and read everything: where they’re usually hidden and how deep. They also decided to bring the important books down with them for reference.
Down in the caves, they kept digging and walking down, dodging arrows from skeletons, slashing at spiders, and stabbing zombies. They had no luck. Steve, Matt, and George had stockpiled on food, tools, and stones for any problems they ran into, but the only one that came up was bad luck. They couldn’t find any hints of diamonds. All they could find was coal and iron that they already owned tons of back home.
Eventually, they frequently started seeing lava. They had to crouch down and hang onto the edges of the ubiquitous stone to keep off from catching fire. It had been hours since they had left home, and eventually their mother would start wondering where they were.
Minutes later, Matt was crouching down on the edge of lava, a zombie was right behind him. Steve was over to the left, mining out some iron, and George was digging a tunnel. All three were oblivious of what was about to happen. The zombie pushed Matt into the lava, leaving Steve and George extremely confused. His screams and shouts seemed to faze Steve and George. Suddenly, it dawned on them the incontrovertible fact that Matt had just died. Angrily, Steve took out a spare stone pickaxe and pegged it right into the skull of the zombie, and it fell into the lava with Matt.
George wanted to go home and tell their mother, but Steve was determined to find a diamond now. He would stop at nothing. They ventured far; farther than they had imagined. They were now many kilometers away from home. Steve had gone crazy. He no longer cared about gifting his mother; he just wanted to find a diamond. Not for his use, but just to prove to himself that he can.
The brothers were now standing over a ravine, peering down below to spot any diamond. George nervously looked at Steve, deciding whether or not he had gone insane. That was his mistake. While he was staring at Steve, George had slipped on a stray pebble and lost his grip. Within a second, George fell all the way down; over 30 meters down. Luckily, there was a small pool of water that cushioned his fall. Still, George looked beat up from such a high feat.
“I’ll come get you ASAP!” Steve shouted down, when he realized his brother was still alive.
George quickly dug up a vertical hole in the stone, just large enough for him to fit in, and covered up the top so nothing could hurt him. He nibbled on some bread and rested.
Minutes later, Steve was down in the pool of water that George fell in.
“GEORGE?” Steve shouted.
George, realizing that his brother had come, dug out the roof of his hole and jumped out. The brothers then re-embarked on their journey.
They ran out of the ravine into a smaller tunnel. Through the cave walls, George heard the clicking of skeleton bones.
“I hear something. Lets go this way,” George said.
The brothers dug up a tunnel towards the sounds of the skeletons. They stopped when they saw a cobblestone wall, which could only mean a dungeon.
“We should leave it alone. The book says you can’t find diamonds in these,” Steve said. It was too late, though. George had already charged in, armed with an iron sword to take on so many skeletons.
With a cry, George fell to the ground, dead within seconds. Steve rushed in and with new courage, killed every single skeleton in the room, hardly taking a single shot. When the battle was over, he leaned over his brother’s dead body. His heart crawled into his stomach. His brain could simply not process that he had lost both of his brothers on this journey.
It didn’t put his adventure to a stop though. He now wanted to find a diamond more than ever. Looking up, Steve saw a some kind of a portal; with obsidian lining and glowing purple effect.
A sign was in front of it.
“This is what you’re looking for. I’ll be waiting…”
Steve launched himself into the portal with a combination of extreme earnest and curiosity.
He stepped out, into a hellish world. Fire was spread all around; red stones were floating under his feet. He seemed to be standing in what appeared to be a throne room. Sitting in the throne, was a man about the same height as him. He wore a long robe and a hood that covered his antediluvian face.
The man smiled, not with warmth, but with extreme pleasure.
“Not your best decision, coming here. I’ll make this quick.”
Within a second, the old man had thrust out his right arm. A bolt of electricity had launched right into Steve, and crackled all over his body.
Steve, still in shock, looked at his body. His eyes started to change color, from blue to purple, to pitch black, and finally pure white. The old man had somehow turned Steve’s full, eager eyes, into soulless, blank ones. His new body looked the same, but emitted some kind of ghostly stream.
“You’re my new servant. I should call you…. Herobrine.” -- took me like an hour ._.
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DtimX
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| 09 Jul 2012 07:00 PM |
| This is awesome. Thanks for posting this. |
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| 09 Jul 2012 07:23 PM |
| I could see this being the true story of Herobrine. |
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| 01 Jul 2017 09:00 PM |
you call and so i appear!!
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| 01 Jul 2017 09:01 PM |
i actually had to check how old this thread was i was in disbelief that someone would do this in 2017 and thankfully i was right
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