A Minecraft Story, Part I: The First Night

I woke up on a sandy beach with a pool of still water by my side. I felt dazed, then realized the scenery started to look very strange. Everything seems to be made of cubes, and I can't seem to remember how I got here.
     My experiences are even more strange, as it appears I have gained superhuman abilities. I started to punch a tree, and I found that within seconds I had a log in my pocket. Well, a cube of log, I suppose. The only thing is, my pocket is invisible, and my wood is now flat. I proceeded to punch down the rest of the tree and the next. I found that I could make 4 wooden planks out of one log, and I could put those planks in a square and create a handy workbench. I wasn't exactly sure how I was doing all of this.
     I put two planks on top of one another, and made 4 sticks. Using my creativity, I went to my new workbench and created a shovel, a pickaxe, and an axe using these sticks and my planks. These tools could only do what I could do, but slightly faster. Also, I found my invisible pocket can hold 36 items, and can somehow carry 64 of each of these items. If you are confused about this, just imagine how I felt when I found I can hold up to 2,304 items and not sink to the ground under all that weight!
     I decided to explore this strange world a bit more, and what I found was just breathtaking. Before me there were floating islands with trees and giant hills with waterfalls that infinitely ran down to a small pool of still water. I was struck with awe, and therefore didn't question the blatant disregard for physics and logic. As the sun was setting, I went under one of these cliffs and found that some of the rock had bits of coal in it. I used my pickaxe, and gathered coal as the stone around it simply disappeared. As soon as I was done, I placed the rest of my planks to create a small shelter. As I went briefly went outside to add a door, I heard a hissing noise. I ignored this for a second, then BOOM! I was thrown to the ground and suffered severe injuries. For some reason I wasn't bleeding at all, but it was clear I could die if anything more happened. I turned around, and found that there was a large crater behind me. "Who could have done this?", I thought. Is someone playing tricks on me, and decided to set TNT behind my back? I looked around, but couldn't see much through the darkness of the trees.
   Suddenly, I got hit with an arrow! I turned around, and there was what appeared to be a human skeleton. Although he had no face, I could tell his intention was murder as he drew another arrow from his quiver. In my terror, I screamed and ran for the door. I turned around to get inside, and I saw a huge black spider on top of my roof! He screeched with anger and jumped towards me. I ran towards the door and was just able to close it before he pounced, ready to attack.
     It was now clear that the outside is not safe at night. I must do what I can to survive.

Evoking a response



They're adorable, until you give them a hug.

 If you don't know already, I really don't like games such as Call of Duty, and other First person shooters. However, I did like Goldeneye for the N64, but that's about it. Of course, I now enjoy Minecraft, an innocent building game without a specific point. No mindless killing, and even though there are monsters, killing them is only about survival.
First and foremost, I think COD, and similar shooting games have a very crappy fan base, and overall concept. Every nose-picking 12 year old whom loves guns to the high school douche bag to the 30 year old who lives with their mother LOVE these games and pick at them like a scab. That is, until the next game in a "series" comes out a year later, and everyone jumps on that bandwagon.
Also, it kind of sucks to play a game that you eventually get extremely angry at. I've actually seen these people, it's unhealthy. Crying, screaming, cussing, damaging your own controllers, etc. is not a way to play a game that you like, and if you really get that upset about a game where killing is okay, you should really stop playing the game! Such a HUGE concept, I know!

Also, you should invest in some Pampers because you are a BABY.

Compose Time!

Hi, I'm Alex Pilmore, and this is the initial post of my blog: Composing Slowly.

The overall purpose of this blog is not only for the grade, but to vent or talk about things that are interesting.

"Why slowly?", you may ask? There are two reasons.



Isn't he cute?



1. Last summer, my job consisted of crazy people, and as they started seeing strange things and comparing co-workers to pokemon, they compared me to the Pokemon Slowpoke.

I originally saw this as an insult, thinking they were attacking my intelligence. But after several hours of deep thought and careful self-research, I came to a startling conclusion. They were absolutely right! I really do look like the a Slowpoke, talk like a Slowpoke, and (sometimes) act like a Slowpoke. So I must be a Slowpoke..... right?

2. Since we have a conclusion that I am a "Slowpoke", I am definitely slow at writing and get very self-distracted. Who's fault is that? Mine. Does it matter to me? Not particularly.
Even at this very moment I am listening to music that I would advise small children not to listen to, switching from editing this post to Facebook to biting myself from playing Minecraft. You can see how this would make it hard to type?

Well, actually, not this time. But we shall see, we shall see.

The Beautiful.

I am expecting this to be rather enjoyable, with that said, let us commence! All for America!