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Crafting Across the Stars (Minecraft SI/Multicross)

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    Suddenly I'm tripping on sand and falling backwards. I barely have the time to yell out, "Ah shit!" before I hit the ground.

    I don't quite land on my ass, I instead fall onto something else... which immediately starts hurting when the weight of my body starts to rest on it. Instinctively I groan in pain as I roll onto my side to try and get the hell off of whatever thing I just sat on. My hands reach backwards to try put some pressure on it as to alleviate the pain a little, though when my hands brush against something that's very furry (going on fluffy) and most definately attached to me my heart skips a couple beats.

    "What the fuck?" Is... that... is a...

    It takes few moments of confusion and grabbing this thing that's attached to me to realize that for some insane reason I now have a tail. Yeah, a tail. A fucking bonafide 100% certified fluffy tail. Strangled noises escape from my throat as I try to process the implications of whatever the fuck has just happened to me. I really think I would remember getting a tail, so that means either I've lost some of my memory somehow or I'm being fucked over by some R.O.B.-like entity. Probably both. Alright so, last thing I can remember I was um... I was probably sleeping in bed? Either that or falling asleep in my computer chair...??

    Okay so, I can't really clearly remember the last thing I was doing before Oh Gawd I Tripped And Fell Onto My Tail. I'm going to chalk that up to R.O.B. being a asshole.

    But... wait... If... if I have a tail does that mean that the other parts of me changed too...?

    My hands travel up from my rear and towards my face... Yep. that's a snout. And fluffy ears. Looking down.... yep that's a whole lot of fluff under my shirt. And I'm also digitigrade now. Which... kind of explains why I fell over. Though I'm pretty sure I would've fallen over anyways.

    So yeah, I'm a fucking furry now. Which... is something. I mean... I'm not actually fully opposed to this new state of being... but, maybe some warning would've been nice first? How in the world am I going to break this to my par...ents... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Panic sets in as the implications of my furry state of being start rushing through my mind. My breath grows short as I curl up into a ball..

    What will my family think? My friends? My life is practically over!! OH GOD WHAT WILL THE INTERNET AND THE NEWS THINK!? I take that back, I don't want to be a furry anymore.

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    It takes me longer than I'm willing to admit for me to get over that particular existential crisis... I think it only ended because I ran out of energy to panic with. When it's over I feel like I'm just running on fumes.

    Eventually though, I do roll over onto my hands and knees. Ever so carefully I climb onto my feet. It's just like walking on your tippy toes... except that now I'm going to be doing that for the rest of my life... and there's this tail thing sticking out just above my ass. A few successful steps later I'm feeling better about myself. That's when I finally start looking around at my surroundings.

    Alright so I'm on a small beach next to some grass, there some trees over there, a pond, and... holy shit that's a lot of pigs just out here in the middle of... nowhere. Well, turns out this situation is worse than I thought. Not only have I had a sudden species change, but I've been dumped in some strange place... hell, there's a good chance I'm not on Earth... or even AN Earth anymore.

    I scream in fury at the heavens, "GO FUCK YOURSELF ROB!! FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUUUUUU!!!!" It takes what little willpower I have left to not just fall to my knees. I had just figured out walking again dammit! I keep on yelling as long as I can, tears streaming down my eyes. I try not to sob, instead I mutter curses at ROB under my breath as I look around and try to figure out where the hell I've ended up. My heart feels like it's trying to escape from my chest.

    As I approach one of the pigs it looks at me with it's square pupils before going back to rooting in the ground or whatever the hell it is pigs do. Wait, square eyes. Does that mean...?

    A half remembered fanfiction comes to mind as I hurry over to the pond. I fall onto my hands and knees, eagerly trying to get a look at my reflection. I see the blurry image of a fox headed guy looking back at me... that's- that's me now huh. I stare into the surface of the water for a long time, but yes I'm able to confirm that I do in fact have square pupils now... or at least I think I might? I might also be hallucinating it.

    Though there's also the matter of the clothes I'm wearing... this dumb fedora that's on my head. The fact... or rather the reason why I'm a fox person now. This... this is my Minecraft Skin. This body, is now my Minecraft Skin. In anger I grab the fedora and dunk it straight into the water. "FUCK YOU ROB AND FUCK THIS STUPID SHITLORD HAT!" I haven't worn a hat like this (at least in public) for years ever since I found out it's a symbol of douchebaggery! I use my new claws to tear into the hat and then throw it randomly into the distance for good measure. After that outburst I feel a little better about myself, though there's one final thing to do to confirm that yes, I am in Minecraft.

    I start punching the ground next to me like it owes me money. No, like it owes me it's life! NO! LIKE IT'S TAKEN AWAY EVERYTHING I CHERISH AND LEFT ME STRANDED IN ANOTHER WORLD!! I don't even care notice the sob-screaming sounds I'm making, I don't care to notice that tears are falling from my face again. All I'm focused on is beating the ever living daylights out of an innocent cubic meter of dirt.

    I wail and bash on the ground with every part of my fists. I ignore the pain shooting up my arm. But nothing happens, so I just punch the ground with all of my strength. Eventually I start scraping away at the ground with my claws and then finally something happens. The dirt I scrape and scoop up seems to vanish and it isn't long before I've dug a hole into the ground with nothing but my hands. I sit on the edge of the hole I've just made and let my legs dangle down.

    As for where the dirt went, I look to my closed fist. Gingerly I turn my wrist so my palm faces the sky. Then I ever so slowly unclench my fingers. There, right there in the middle of my palm, a tiny cube of dirt. Just like I had been expecting.

    So yep. I'm in Minecraft. Probably Single Player survival mode. Which is, great, just great. It's not like I need human interaction to keep myself sane nope.

    With a sigh I collapse onto my back and let the situation I've found myself in sink in. I lay there for a while, just breathing in and out slowly to try and keep the panicky thoughts away.

    I'm not sure how long I laid there, but I didn't really bother thinking at that time. I just listen to the water, to the wind going through the trees, to the oinking noises of the pigs, to the hissing noise...

    OH FUCK

    In an instant I'm trying to scramble to my feet, but instead I get up tripping over the hole I just made. I try to claw my way to safety-

    The last thing I hear is the noise of an explosion.

    [You died!]

    Wha... it's hard to... think...

    [Score: 0]

    Why is everything... gray?

    [Respawning]

    What's... happening...?

    Why me?

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    AN: Ouch. What a start.

    I've had this idea in my head for a long time now and I can no longer hold it back!

    Also here's the picture I based my Minecraft skin directly off of. It was a commissioned piece for my birthday a few years ago.
    Just get rid of the stupid ear tip dye and add glasses.
     
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    • Oh, come on, our Fedora Fitted Furry Fox Fellow looks pretty funky. Give a guy a chance. I hear people play Minecraft and get lots of likes on Youtube, maybe you can try the same, except you're in Minecraft?
     
    FUCKING FURRY DEMONS, GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE LEAVE US ALONE!

    Also, interesting. I'll be watching you, if y'know what I'm saying. :ogles:
     
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    • Suffice it to say. My first night, no, the entire first day of me being stuck in this world was a disaster. An complete and unmitigated disaster.

    It's only been a few days since then and it still pains me to look back at how much of a wreck I was. After I had miraculously come back from the grave I... had another panic attack about that. I didn't notice that the sun was setting at all... which... long story short led to me being swarmed to death by zombies and skeletons a few times. That is, until I managed to get enough of my wits together enough to dig a hidey hole in the ground. I hopped in and didn't seal it up fast enough. A zombie got in there with me and I... tried to wrestle with it. It didn't work, it... had ripped my throat out with it's rotting hands.

    Sometimes I still feel it's cold dead fingers gripping my neck... along with the other ways I died that night. An arrow to the leg, my skull being based in with brute force... Though that death in the hole, it was still the worst. I had thought I was finally safe! I had been so close!

    In the end, I had managed to escape the monsters by swimming out into the ocean where they couldn't follow me. They are... phenomenally bad at swimming. If you can call flailing around in the water (or just flat out sinking when it came to the skeletons) swimming. Once I got far enough away they just lost interest in me. Of course I couldn't keep up swimming forever, so I built myself a little pillar of sand to sit on. It's existence was, and still is, in complete defiance of physics. In the end I just sat there until the sun rose and burned away all of the skeletons and zombies. Watching my murderers go up in flames had been pleasantly cathartic.

    Now that I finally had some time to rest, my mind had drifted back to the situation I had found myself in. I didn't know how, or even if, I could get back home from here... but... there was still a chance I could. I'd just have to trek all the way to the end and kill the Ender Dragon. Then maybe, just maybe, I could get myself an audience... no, when I get through that dragon's portal I'm going to MAKE whatever's on the other side of that portal take me back home. There's no way of knowing what I'll find on the other side of the dragon's portal, it could be the R.O.B. itself, it could be the entities that you overhear in the original Minecraft game, or it could be something completely different. But... even if I can't make whatever's on the other side take me home, I'm still going to get answers. I'm not sure what answers, but I'm going to get them. One way or another.

    With a goal in mind I swam back to the shore and did what I should've done a day ago. I started punching- no wait if my... results with the dirt are anything to go by I'm going to have to find a way to actually cut down these trees.... Either that or I dig into them with my claws.

    Hmm...

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    Turns out that using my claws to try and dig into a tree both is hell on my fingertips and takes way too long.

    Instead I turned some branches and stones I found into a rudimentary "stone age" type axe. It doesn't feel very sturdy, but it's lasted me long enough to get started. (I can't help but be reminded of a couple of the realism mods I've seen. But that's essentially my life now isn't it? One big stupid realism mod.)

    It also turns out that trees actually topple over and fall when you cut into them enough. With "enough" being the point where you've nearly completely cut through the trunk. (Pretty sure it's about a little under a half-foot of material.) Up until that point it'll stay standing in complete defiance of normal physics. Further exasperating the problem seems to be the fact that I can freely hang several meters of dirt sideways in the air as long as I have something connecting them to the ground.

    Anyhow, I need to stop seeing how much I can make physics cry and get to building some shelter.

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    During the process of throwing a simple wooden house for myself, I've discovered two things: One, I need to eat or else my stomach starts actively trying to kill me. Two, Crafting is bullshit. While I was able to solve my food situation by foraging some berries, I'm still not sure what to think of my Crafting ability. (It's firmly earned that capital 'C' in my mind.) It only seems to work on things that I've 'inventoried', so I don't think physics is in the grave just yet. It's just being screwed over by Minecraftian physics, if that analogy even makes sense. (Though I have a feeling that sooner or later I'm going to find something that both puts physics in the grave and then makes it turn in said grave.) Anyways, I can turn logs into planks, planks into sticks, and then sticks plus cobblestones into tools that are more sturdy, solid, and heavy than they have any right to be. Hell, I can't even see any seams on the things I've Crafted.

    I don't even feel like getting into how furnaces work right now. As far as I'm concerned I just put an 'inventoried' piece of wood in the top and bottom. Then somehow the wood in the bottom starts burning automatically, and a few seconds I end up with merely a single piece of charcoal that's about the size of my hand. Then I Craft that together with a stick and I get myself four completely identical torches. Also as expected of Minecraftian torches, they are somehow self-lighting and I'm willing to bet that they'll stay lit forever. I know it's basic video game logic, but it's just straight up baffling and strange that I'm holding it in my hands.

    But that's enough about that. I have a shack, the beginnings of a berry farm, and some tools. So, it's time to go mining I guess. I did see a few caves out there I could go down, but instead I think I'll just dig through my floor. It'll be generally safer that way.

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    There's a ravine under my house and I dug straight down into it like a dumbass.

    I barely have the time to berate myself for my mistake before I literally hit rock bottom.

    [You died!]
    God...
    [Score: 0]
    fucking...
    [Respawning]
    damnit...

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    Alright, take two.

    This time I drop a lot of sand blocks down into the hole. Then as I'm digging down the pillar I've just made, I place another pillar of wood starting from the top and put ladders on it.

    It would've been the perfect plan too if there hadn't been a stray fucking skeleton hanging around.

    An arrow knocks me off the edge and I once again hit rock bottom at terminal velocities.

    [You died!]
    FUCK YOU SKELETON!

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    I really need to get myself a bed. Making a mad dash to my house in the middle of the night is not fun.

    In other news, I'm out of wood; but I do have what is essentially a pipe with a ladder in it now. It might be pretty stupid looking, but if it's stupid and it works then it's not stupid right?

    Anyhow, now that I'm at the bottom of the ravine and I have my stuff back from my last two... deaths... it's time to finally get to mining!

    I pull out my sword for safety as I descend into the depths.

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    AN: The pacing on this may or may not start going at an accelerated rate depending on how my muse is feeling when I sit down to write.
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    Suffice it to say. My first night, no, the entire first day of me being stuck in this world was a disaster. An complete and unmitigated disaster.

    It's only been a few days since then and it still pains me to look back at how much of a wreck I was. After I had miraculously come back from the grave I... had another panic attack about that. I didn't notice that the sun was setting at all... which... long story short led to me being swarmed to death by zombies and skeletons a few times. That is, until I managed to get enough of my wits together enough to dig a hidey hole in the ground. I hopped in and didn't seal it up fast enough. A zombie got in there with me and I... tried to wrestle with it. It didn't work, it... had ripped my throat out with it's rotting hands.

    Sometimes I still feel it's cold dead fingers gripping my neck... along with the other ways I died that night. An arrow to the leg, my skull being based in with brute force... Though that death in the hole, it was still the worst. I had thought I was finally safe! I had been so close!

    In the end, I had managed to escape the monsters by swimming out into the ocean where they couldn't follow me. They are... phenomenally bad at swimming. If you can call flailing around in the water (or just flat out sinking when it came to the skeletons) swimming. Once I got far enough away they just lost interest in me. Of course I couldn't keep up swimming forever, so I built myself a little pillar of sand to sit on. It's existence was, and still is, in complete defiance of physics. In the end I just sat there until the sun rose and burned away all of the skeletons and zombies. Watching my murderers go up in flames had been pleasantly cathartic.

    Now that I finally had some time to rest, my mind had drifted back to the situation I had found myself in. I didn't know how, or even if, I could get back home from here... but... there was still a chance I could. I'd just have to trek all the way to the end and kill the Ender Dragon. Then maybe, just maybe, I could get myself an audience... no, when I get through that dragon's portal I'm going to MAKE whatever's on the other side of that portal take me back home. There's no way of knowing what I'll find on the other side of the dragon's portal, it could be the R.O.B. itself, it could be the entities that you overhear in the original Minecraft game, or it could be something completely different. But... even if I can't make whatever's on the other side take me home, I'm still going to get answers. I'm not sure what answers, but I'm going to get them. One way or another.

    With a goal in mind I swam back to the shore and did what I should've done a day ago. I started punching- no wait if my... results with the dirt are anything to go by I'm going to have to find a way to actually cut down these trees.... Either that or I dig into them with my claws.

    Hmm...

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    Turns out that using my claws to try and dig into a tree both is hell on my fingertips and takes way too long.

    Instead I turned some branches and stones I found into a rudimentary "stone age" type axe. It doesn't feel very sturdy, but it's lasted me long enough to get started. (I can't help but be reminded of a couple of the realism mods I've seen. But that's essentially my life now isn't it? One big stupid realism mod.)

    It also turns out that trees actually topple over and fall when you cut into them enough. With "enough" being the point where you've nearly completely cut through the trunk. (Pretty sure it's about a little under a half-foot of material.) Up until that point it'll stay standing in complete defiance of normal physics. Further exasperating the problem seems to be the fact that I can freely hang several meters of dirt sideways in the air as long as I have something connecting them to the ground.

    Anyhow, I need to stop seeing how much I can make physics cry and get to building some shelter.

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    During the process of throwing a simple wooden house for myself, I've discovered two things: One, I need to eat or else my stomach starts actively trying to kill me. Two, Crafting is bullshit. While I was able to solve my food situation by foraging some berries, I'm still not sure what to think of my Crafting ability. (It's firmly earned that capital 'C' in my mind.) It only seems to work on things that I've 'inventoried', so I don't think physics is in the grave just yet. It's just being screwed over by Minecraftian physics, if that analogy even makes sense. (Though I have a feeling that sooner or later I'm going to find something that both puts physics in the grave and then makes it turn in said grave.) Anyways, I can turn logs into planks, planks into sticks, and then sticks plus cobblestones into tools that are more sturdy, solid, and heavy than they have any right to be. Hell, I can't even see any seams on the things I've Crafted.

    I don't even feel like getting into how furnaces work right now. As far as I'm concerned I just put an 'inventoried' piece of wood in the top and bottom. Then somehow the wood in the bottom starts burning automatically, and a few seconds I end up with merely a single piece of charcoal that's about the size of my hand. Then I Craft that together with a stick and I get myself four completely identical torches. Also as expected of Minecraftian torches, they are somehow self-lighting and I'm willing to bet that they'll stay lit forever. I know it's basic video game logic, but it's just straight up baffling and strange that I'm holding it in my hands.

    But that's enough about that. I have a shack, the beginnings of a berry farm, and some tools. So, it's time to go mining I guess. I did see a few caves out there I could go down, but instead I think I'll just dig through my floor. It'll be generally safer that way.

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    There's a ravine under my house and I dug straight down into it like a dumbass.

    I barely have the time to berate myself for my mistake before I literally hit rock bottom.

    [You died!]
    God...
    [Score: 0]
    fucking...
    [Respawning]
    damnit...

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    Alright, take two.

    This time I drop a lot of sand blocks down into the hole. Then as I'm digging down the pillar I've just made, I place another pillar of wood starting from the top and put ladders on it.

    It would've been the perfect plan too if there hadn't been a stray fucking skeleton hanging around.

    An arrow knocks me off the edge and I once again hit rock bottom at terminal velocities.

    [You died!]
    FUCK YOU SKELETON!

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    I really need to get myself a bed. Making a mad dash to my house in the middle of the night is not fun.

    In other news, I'm out of wood; but I do have what is essentially a pipe with a ladder in it now. It might be pretty stupid looking, but if it's stupid and it works then it's not stupid right?

    Anyhow, now that I'm at the bottom of the ravine and I have my stuff back from my last two... deaths... it's time to finally get to mining!

    I pull out my sword for safety as I descend into the depths.

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    AN: The pacing on this may or may not start going at an accelerated rate depending on how my muse is feeling when I sit down to write.
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    You dug straight down?! Why?! Everyone knows you don't dig straight down! /JK/ But yeah, this is looking good so far. But I have to know... TFC a thing, or other mods? *Imagines someone fucking with people with flowers, ala Botania*
     
    Travisplo said:
    You dug straight down?! Why?! Everyone knows you don't dig straight down! /JK/ But yeah, this is looking good so far. But I have to know... TFC a thing, or other mods? *Imagines someone fucking with people with flowers, ala Botania*
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    Digging straight down was because you don't expect to fall into a cave when you're digging just a few blocks to make a basement. Also distracted.

    As for TerraFirmaCraft, I did remember there was something that made cave-ins happen and make smithing tools a pain much more involved, though I couldn't remember the name of it. As far as "mods" go though, there's technically not any other than just something that adds all the real life ores to Minecraft, adds a whole lot more biomes/wildlife, and also the world is not blocky. In the story all I have the Crafting recipes for is essentially just the Vanilla items. Everything else that could count as a will have to be discovered/invented; though once something new is Crafted once, it can be crafted again fairly easily. All I'm working off of is my memories of what mods let me do and what I can reverse engineer from vanilla things such as pistons. In general though getting any sort of materials into a desired shape is fairly easy.
     
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    ChrisClark13 said:
    Digging straight down was because you don't expect to fall into a cave when you're digging just a few blocks to make a basement. Also distracted.

    As for TerraFirmaCraft, I did remember there was something that made cave-ins happen and make smithing tools a pain much more involved, though I couldn't remember the name of it. As far as "mods" go though, there's technically not any other than just something that adds all the real life ores to Minecraft, adds a whole lot more biomes/wildlife, and also the world is not blocky. In the story all I have the Crafting recipes for is essentially just the Vanilla items. Everything else that could count as a will have to be discovered/invented; though once something new is Crafted once, it can be crafted again fairly easily. All I'm working off of is my memories of what mods let me do and what I can reverse engineer from vanilla things such as pistons. In general though getting any sort of materials into a desired shape is fairly easy.
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    Good to know. I did honestly have a weird thought of polymorphed fox teaching Neville Longbottom(Harry Potter) Botania...
     
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    • For the record I hate caves.

    It's dark, hella stuffy, dusty as fuck, and worst of all monsters spawn fucking randomly. I really think if it was constant I'd have a better time of it, but nope. True to the original game the monster spawns just have to be fucking random. As for why random spawns are the fucking worst: it's because you can go for HOURS without seeing a single baddie, but then you can turn a corner and then you'll get fucking ambushed by a horde of skeletons and zombies. I like my throat and brains intact and where they're fucking supposed to be thank you very much.

    I haven't died this trip yet, though I'm going to attribute that to the way I've been making sure that all the caves I go through are well lit. There's also the face I've abandoned exploring caves in favor of just tunneling down at an angle through solid rock. It's tedious as hell, but there's no way- I mean, there's a very small chance that I'll run into a monster. There's also the problem of my inventory filling up rather quick. When that happens, things stop just getting sucked in my pockets and-here's the kicker-instead of turning into nice little cubes that fall on the floor like in the game, they finally decide that they might as well obey normal physics and the swings of my pickaxe send rock chips and dust everywhere. Which gets in my face and in my lungs.

    Still, hacking up my lungs still beats opening myself up to getting fucking ganked by monsters. Right now, I don't think you could actually pay me to go into those fucking caves. I've decided that for right now I'm just not going to deal with things that want to kill me for no reason.

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    I had to go up to get more food a couple of times and I had to dump the cobblestone out of my inventory more times than I care to count, but now my mine shaft extends very, very deep into the ground. Based on some rough measurements from when I started lining it with stairs, it's deep enough that if this was actual Minecraft I'd be ridiculously far into the negative y-levels by now. For reference, in the game the sea level is something like 64 meters above bedrock, which is at y-level 1 and you can't mine through no matter what. In my case however, I've gone at least a thousand meters down. Though that's if one block in my inventory really does measure up to be 1 meter squared. Going up and down said stairs takes long enough that I'm actually considering installing minecart rails, though the walk isn't that horribly long even considering I'm going up and down a very, very long staircase most of the time.

    Really, I just stopped when I couldn't convince myself that it was worth it to go any deeper. I obviously wasn't going to be hitting the bedrock layer any time soon. Hell, I'd probably hit some kind of lava layer first.

    Besides, just from that mine shaft I already had a decent amount of resources I could use. Copper, tin, iron, gold, coal, lead, silver, redstone, lapis, and a bunch of stuff like aluminum or platinum. Though I don't think I would've recognized most of those ores for what they were without whatever thing in my head that lets me know what I'm looking at. All I have to do is focus and bam, I know those orangish-brownish rocks are iron ore. It might be something like that "What Am I Looking At" (ala Waila) mod, but it probably has something more to do with whatever equivalent of Minecraft's tooltip system I have. That particular ability just is part of the Minecrafter package along with my Crafting and inventory and other assorted bullshit.

    Though back to all the resources and stuff, right now they're all in ore form. I'm hoping that I'll be able to make something that'll let me double the resources I'll get out of them, probably via some sort of crushing. To start I'll go with something that I can power by hand because I have no idea how I'm going to actually manage to make a proper powered machine at this point.

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    After much thought, some prototyping, and some sketching, I was able to make a crusher of sorts. To start off with I made some spiked wheels that could mesh with eachother easily, then I combined those to make a couple spike-teethed roller things. One gear assembly later and I have a crusher-grinder-shredder thing of sorts that I can turn with a big crank. I used iron for all the moving bits and I just made the rest of it out of stone. To test it out I fed both inventoried and uninventoried ore into the thing. It took a while to find a gear ratio I liked that both didn't take too much effort, but didn't take a godawful amount of rotations for it to do anything.

    Spending all day turning a crank is far from my definition of fun, but the sweet sweet resource multiplication it does is worth it, I'm getting just about double the return. Also it turns out that I have to feed inventoried 'blocks' of ore into it or I just end up with the same amount of stuff that I started with. Which is good to know.

    Actually.. you know what? I'm going to see if I can't get this thing to be water powered.

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    One stone waterwheel, some futzing about with water, and a couple of hoppers later, I now have a fully automatic grinder. I found out pretty quick that infinite water source blocks are not a thing unlike in the game. So I just had to redirect a nearby river to run next to my house, which didn't actually take that much effort all things considered. While it seems that the bastardized version of physics I now run on does cut a lot of corners, it does have some kind of fluid physics.

    For the sake of curiosity, I did try rigging up a cobblestone generator. It kind of worked in the sense that I did get cobblestone out of it, but it wasn't completely free ex nihilo cobblestone. It's really more of a converter that turned lava into cobble and bits of obsidian. As far as obsidian conversion, it's probably not the most efficient way to do it, but it is a very safe way to do it.

    Speaking of obsidian... I'll need that later for a Nether portal... going down there is not something that I'm looking forwards to in the slightest. The monsters up here are already scary enough thank you very much!... But I'm going to need to down there at some point if I want to make it all the way to the Ender Dragon. I really don't want to go down there, at least... not until I've gotten myself kitted out with at least iron armor. Oh and lots of fire resistance potions... which I'll have to go find a Nether Fortress to get the resources to make... or maybe I could go kill some witches?

    Know what, I'm gonna go mess around with redstone instead. I really want to know how pistons work.

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    AN: Fun fact: The type of grinder that was made is officially known as a double roller grinder in real life.
     
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    • This should be simple right? Build piston, take apart piston, learn how it works.

    I'm kind of stuck on the "build piston" step. I know I'm probably overthinking it, but... how am I supposed to know how to do something I've literally never done before? Scratch that, that's a stupid question, but right now I really don't have the internet to look stuff up on so give me a break okay?

    So, I've been sitting here for I don't know how long with a piston head in one hand and what is going to be the base of the piston in the other hand. Okay so I'm actually stuck on something kind of stupid. I can't remember if pistons have iron rods or not... Oh fuck it that sounds retarded when I think about it. Indecision just because don't have any reference material to fall back to. Classic me...

    ...Augh...

    "Oh fuck it, we're doing it live!" I shout as I grab a handful of redstone and shove into the base, and then jam the piston head in after it. It has an iron rod because that's what I can remember from the in game recipe okay?.

    I place the piston facing upwards on the floor and poke it with a redstone torch. The piston head pops up a tiny bit and... just kind of bobs there? I pull the torch back and the head falls maybe a couple inches back into the base. It really should've, I dunno, gone a full meter and not a couple inches? How in the world did I fuck this up? Because I clearly fucked it up.

    Activating the piston repeatedly doesn't change the result. In fact the piston I made is somehow so incredibly weak that I can just push the piston head back into the base with no problems. I flip the piston upside down to see if maybe I can get a better idea of what's going on with it... and the piston head just clangs onto the floor. I rub my snout with my hands as I realize that not only did I fuck up making the piston, I also forgot to make it so that the piston head can't just pop out of the base.

    I knew I should've looked at how powered minecart rails work first before trying to make a piston, but noooo I didn't want to have go through the effort of setting up a minecart track.

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    Ever had to do something else before you could do the thing you want?...

    Actually, nevermind, that's another stupid question because that's just life works sometimes. There's funny ads and skits about that everything.

    Anyhow, I didn't use to have a nice lit up area around my house but now I do. Got torches all over the place. Though before I could build that nice lit up area I also needed to build a wall around my property. I made it out of stone bricks, and then when I was done with it I went back and made it ten feet higher (because in murder-Minecraft world that's a not a bad idea). I also put anti-climbing spikes on the wall because fuck spiders.

    Now that I have a safe, or at least fairly safe, place to build things in, I could finally start building a rollercoaster in my backyard! I didn't really need to go that far to test just one part, but when you've got all the time in the world... why the hell not?

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    I very nearly made a loop-de-loop. I had even come up with a design for the rails to keep the minecart from falling off the track and everything! The only thing that stopped me was when I realized that I'd have to make said loop pretty freaking huge to make sure it was safe to go on at the speeds that powered rails can propel minecarts at. Eh... I might actually make something like that later I guess.

    What I did build was instead a fairly small track that went through the basics. A section that peaked up slowly and went down fast, sections with banked unbanked turns, a nice long straight section, and a section that you get off and on at. It can also be ridden in reverse because I set up the powered rails to allow that. I'm pretty sure that it can and will have the cart go endlessly around the track if I allow it to, that is if the cart doesn't fall off on it's own at the unbanked turn (which exists just to test that kind of scenario). The "coaster" is also, I wanna say decently fun to ride? It doesn't get going extremely fast and like I said it's not that long, but riding on it does actually feel like riding on a real coaster what with the elevation changes and speed and all.

    Making this coaster to test the powered rails has also shown me where I fucked up with the piston earlier. However redstone acceleration trickery works, it works better when both parts of the equation, the part that gets accelerated and the part that... the other part that also does or doesn't get accelerated depending if it's bolted to the floor or not, are both made out of metal. The more conductive the material is, the better. So um yeah, an iron-redstone-iron-sandwich results in whoosh! Even better is a gold-redstone-gold sandwich! I swear that all sounded better in my head before I tried to put it to words.

    The best I can figure is that active redstone plus metal somehow creates some kind of repulsion field that somehow accelerates other metal away from it in the direction of it's momentum. Deactivate that redstone though and it turns into some kind of attraction field that works in the opposite direction of the momentum. They don't like accelerating things above a set speed either. Strangely enough, it seems that having the metal in a line makes it act differently than when it's a circle around the other part? (The base and the head/rod part? There might be terminology for this shit, but I don't know it! I'm just a Computer Science student who wanted to be a game developer!) For all I know my Crafting abilities could be completely fucking with how these redstone field things work.

    Oh yeah, I did manage to make working pistons after I worked all this out. After some tweaking I got them to work just fine! (Though you don't use gold in the construction of a piston. The piston tends to tear itself apart and the piston head shoots off into the air for little bit. I managed to fix that issue by making the parts at the ends of the rod-hole thicker, but it severely limited the range of motion. Maybe I could turn that into a type of railgun/coilgun thing later?)

    After making working pistons, I made a rotor that will probably spin forever. I think this counts as making physics rotate in it's grave at this point.

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    AN: I'm just writing this for fun and as practice honestly. Sorry if you don't like pseudo-technobabble stuff, but I wanted to write it.
     
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    • Yeah, you need to fix the a and an issue at the sandwiches of redstone part. An for in front of iron, a for in front of gold.
     
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    • "I backed my car into a cop car the other day.
    Well, he just drove off, sometimes life's okay"

    I started singing today. I really wonder why I haven't done it sooner.

    "I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what did I say?"
    Well, you just laughed it off and it was all okay

    Music's always something that's helped me. Helped me keep my emotions grounded in times of distress.
    Had a bad day at work? Turn up the radio and sing along as loud as I can. Try not to tear up, or have my voice crack as I sing and let my emotions just flow through me.
    My eyes are watery and I can feel tears leaking my eyes. I don't think I've never needed to listen to a good song like I do right now.

    "And- and we'll- all float on o-okaaay
    And we'll all float on okay
    And we'll all float on okay
    and we'll all float on anyway, well"

    Sometimes I hear a song I like and then I listen to it for hours on repeat.
    But, I don't have anything that can play music right now so...

    "And we'll all float on alright!
    Don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy!
    We'll all float on alright!
    Already, we'll all float on alright!
    Already, we'll all float on okay!
    Even if things get heavy!
    We'll all float on alright!"

    So I've been sitting in my house singing this song on repeat for who knows how long.
    Maybe later I'll mix it up, but today?

    "Already, we'll all float on alright!
    Now don't you worry, we'll all float on alright!
    We'll all float on...."

    My heart only feels like singing this song.

    "I backed my car into a cop car the other day.
    Well, he just drove off. Sometimes life's okay"

    It's gonna be okay.

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    The next day I sang every song I could remember as I mined and as I worked.

    It was a good day compared the ones I've had so far. I ended it by soaking myself in a hot tub I put together that was fed by a coal-powered boiler I had put together.... Also now that I had time to analyze my situation as I got into the water, taking a bath with all this fur felt pretty strange. Not really bad or anything, just strange mostly with how long it took for all the water to soak in. Didn't stop me from singing though, something silly this time.

    "And we all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine."

    I sat and soaked in the water until my boiler died and then for a while longer. I eventually climbed out of it and shook myself off when I started getting really hungry. I ran out of songs to sing by the end, but only because my emotions had finally calmed down.

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    I think there was a chance that could've spent the rest of my days in that little compound behind my walls. Just soaking in my hot tub or sleeping in my bed. I was finally safe... but I had started seriously considering giving my pickaxe a name and treating it like it was a pet. (I couldn't very well treat the farm animals I had gathered like pets... I was slaughtering them for meat after all! Making friends with something just to kill it later would've been just too creepy! I did make sure they were well fed and had shelter, but they were just livestock in the end.)

    I was plain just going stir crazy and unless I wanted to go truly crazy, I needed to get on with my 'quest'.

    I built myself a combination rifle-railgun, with a crossbow and a diamond sword for backup. For defense I had a full set of diamond armor. As for supplies I had enough cooked meat in my inventory to last me for weeks.

    My preparations complete, I built myself a Nether portal inside a locked room. A quick application of a flint and steel later it came to life, the fire transforming into swirling purple mass.

    With all my equipment, the only real danger to me was falling into lava. I'd just need to avoid doing that and I'd be golden.

    "I see a mountain at my gates.
    I see it more and more each day."

    Singing what I felt to be an appropriate song under my breath, I stepped into the portal.
     
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    • Well, this is fun.

    Is there going to be something other than the Nether on the other side, though?
     
    hmm...does being a fox person give you any abilties?
    good hearing, smell, that sort of thing?
     
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    • Of all the things I had been expecting, I-I hadn't been expecting the Nether to smell this bad. No, bad's too w-weak of a word. I mean fucking goddamn fucking godawful!!

    I-I didn't know I could still throw up. Didn't get any of it on me thank god, but I'm just g-gonna go back through the portal for now.

    Oh g-god the smell has gotten back in into the room I built. Abort a-abort ABORT!

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    I can deal with the smell of sulfur and rotten eggs and what lava and my mining tunnels can smell like. I have to deal with the smell of zombies and their rotting flesh sometimes.

    What I cannot deal is what the Nether managed to smell like. Imagine sticking rotting flesh, sulfur, shit, and noxious gases in general into an oven and letting it bake until the smell gets so bad it's a health hazard! I'm feeling like throwing up just thinking about it! I want to blame my new fox nose for my bad reaction... okay it probably has a lot to do with my bad reaction, but if I had gone in there with my normal human nose I think I would've barfed too. Why? Because the fact that I had no time at all to get used to it all is the other half of the reason why I barfed too. The smell practically sucker punched me straight in the gut!

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    Okay, I've got myself a gasmask now. It's made out of leather and there's a good number of cloth meshes, filters, a couple handfuls of charcoal dust, and some crushed dried flowers layered into a couple of boxes that hang off the sides of my snout when I wear the thing. It's a bit difficult to breathe when wearing it, but I can hardly smell this piece of rotten flesh I'm holding in front of my face.

    First real thing I did with it was wear it as I dug out the vents for the portal room.

    I also made myself a full body suit out of leather because I do not want ANY of that smell sticking to me. Then basically turned it into a diamond armored firefighter's suit for good measure using some abestos I found while mining.

    Alright, time for take two.

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    Take two is going well so far.

    The Nether still smells like Satan's asscrack and/or armpit, but my gasmask is handling it well enough that I can manage.

    This place is a lot more bigger and cancerous than in the game, hell, it puts the game to shame! When I look up I can't be sure that I'm looking at the top because there's just so many layers to this place! Right now I'm marking my path with cobblestone towers and torches as I stay the hell away from the ledges and lava lakes. I also have already gotten my hands on some glowstone dust and now if-

    OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT NOISE!?!

    -I dig into the netherrack and cover up my hidey hole as I realize what that I only know of one thing that could make that godawful sound. It's a Ghast, a fucking Ghast. One of the things I was hoping that I wouldn't have to deal with. It flies around, shoots explosive fireballs at you endlessly, and worst of all the noises it makes sound like they're coming from inside your own goddamn head! That noise alone could cause me to trip up and fall into lava! That scared me worse than that time I tried to play Five Nights at Freddy's on one of the tablets at the cellphone store!

    While I could go on ignoring it... I might as well kill the fucking thing. Here goes.

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    By the time I found it I was well past done with it's shit. As soon as I saw it I started firing my railgun-rifle at it. Turns out my gun didn't have a lot of range, but it was enough considering how huge Ghasts are.

    That done I momentarily took my gasmask and popped some berries into my mouth as looked around, eager to get back to the business of finding a Nether Fortress.

    Now where... was... Oh fucking goddamnit I got lost didn't I.

    Nothing for it but to carefully backtrack my steps...

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    Okay so I have good news and bad news.

    Good news, I was able to find myself a Nether Fortress.

    Bad news, I'm still technically lost. I mean, I have been making new markers as I go along, but I still haven't been able to find any of my old ones. I also didn't bring any extra obsidian with me in order to make an emergency exit portal. I also think that there's probably mirages down here. I can see the heatwaves distorting the air, so why not those either?

    Now to belong the long and probably going to be fucking arduous process of-

    OH GODFUCKING DAMNIT! It's another fucking Ghast! I don't think I'll ever get used to that fucking noise they make! This time I'm marking my path as I go out of my way to kill the damn thing.

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    It took way too fucking long, but I was able to find my Nether portal again. I'm going to get some fucking sleep and see about raiding that Nether Fortress tomorrow.

    I'm just out of fucks to give right now.

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    AN: This Nether adventure could've been a lot worse... though it also could've been a lot better.
     
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    • hmm...does fire burn forever on netherack?
    if so, you now have a classy fireplace/infinite source of heat
     
    Always despised the Nether because of that sense of direction that gets shot to hell. Thanks for a great story!
     
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