Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Players List.
edited 26th Jul '11 10:29:20 PM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?
「MENACING」
I'm willing to join, but I can only really play on Friday-Sunday.
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Ok I have my 5 minimum After I sleep and get up I will start the first turn. Others are Free to Join in and we will do our best to work with the schedules of the players.
Who watches the watchmen?
Oh I so definitely need to get in on this. My only problem is my standard style of construction is slow, highly detailed work. A week is not much time, especially if I have to actually survive during it.
Ah well, I'm sure I'll manage. Onward to Great Adventure!
I will join in just feel free to tell me when its my turn
Apocalypse: Dirge Of Swans.
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woooooo
I might steal this idea for my other friends.
"Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Twitter
Yellow
Sounds interesting, I will join and keep an eye on this thread.
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Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Ok including everybody I got today I am gong to put in starter chests with the following.
1 Iron Pick, 1 Iron Shovel, 1 Iron Axe, 1 Iron Sword, 1 Watch, 1 Compass, 10 Torches, 1 box, 30 arrows, Armor will be all leather except for the chest piece which will be iron.
Who watches the watchmen?
If we make better tools we're free to leave them in the chest for others, yes?
Amateur cook Professional procrastinator
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Yeah sure go ahead. I will create a general supply and when it runs out it runs out. :P
edited 8th Nov '10 10:15:51 AM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Journal of TuefelHundenIV Explorer and Adventurer.
Journal Prologue I have been ordered out on expedition by the Royal Explorer's Guild to attend to a far flung outpost. Normally they would send a whole regiment out to these outposts but with the upcoming war they could only afford to send me by myself. Those who come after me, after my week long search for materials before returning to the kingdom will be in similar circumstances.
But it is not as bad as it all sounds they have given us the courtesy of having sent a small Royal engineer squad to at least give us a head start. They left a shelter and some starting supplies near the beach where I arrived.
There is one point of concern though. The land has a bit of monster infestation problem. The Engineers said the monsters started to appear after being there for the three days. It looks like this might be more difficult then just simply exploring and marking resources.
Day 1 On site
I arrived along the shoreline near the shack I am expected to use for the duration of my stay. The area seems mildly dry near the shore line but gets greener as you approach the hill tops. I checked out the equipment in the hut and noticed 10 sets of armor much like my own along with some assorted tools and weapons. Thankfully I had brought a compass and a watch to this quiet land. While I am well equipped for this endeavor they neglected to notify me that I would need to bring my own food. I decided to rectify this issue immediately. I headed up the hill and acquired some wood by hand.
I used the wood I had collected to craft several tools that I could use initially as I do not want to use the finer iron implements until necessary. I took my newly crafted instruments and set out into the wilds around the shack. I had no trouble finding pigs who seemed very docile for wild animals. Perhaps they used to be farm animals not that long ago.
They did not fight back or run away very fast when I laid them out with my wooden sword. I spent the day searching for the animals and hunting them down. Some of the creatures were sadly not healthy enough for me to take meat from them. But I managed to gather enough that I headed back to the shack as the night fell.
I spent most of the night cooking my meats from the hunt and noticed I needed a place to store them. I took a bundle of torches from the chest and laid out a line of torches up to the woods on the hill top where I had gathered materials before.
I gathered some more wood and quickly carved it into planks and built a small two block long three block high extension on the side of the shack to house a single food storage chest. I crafted a door and placed everything in it. I then rested for a few short hours as the dawn approached I was ready to start exploring the Island in Detail.
Day 2
The day started simply with me beginning to explore the area I found a cave near the surface that contained to my surprise some shallow Iron deposits near the surface. I delved into the cave with a few torches and found several deposits of natural coal. I quickly harvested the coal and some stone tools to harvest the more durable iron ore. By the time I had finished exploring that cave and the two others nearby I had come away with 8 cubes of iron ore and a bundle of torches I crafted from the coal I had uncovered.
Noticing my on hand wood supply was once again running low I made my way back up to the hill where I had earlier harvested wood. I had neglected to mention in my previous entry I had planted some saplings from the trees to ensure future supplies. As I was harvesting some more saplings to plant one of the previously planted saplings experienced sudden and violent growth. I was suddenly trapped in the depths of its branches. Thankfully my explorers armor bore the brunt of the event and I freed myself. my armor trousers and breast plate were the only parts of my armor not ripped to tatters. I must be more careful.
I then set about crafting more stone tools and torches. The night quickly fell and I returned to the shack to smelt the iron. I fired up the forge and decided now would be a good time to add to the outpost. I created some stairs and made my way to the roof where I bean to build on the buildings outline. I Stopped for a moment and rested until the sun rose.
(Explanation about the tree) Apparently a sapling I had planted had just reached the point where it was gong to become a tree but some left over nearby leaves were preventing this. So when I harvested the leaves it literally grew with me caught up in the branches I barely managed to get out of the leaves before it ripped my armor up.
Day 3
My third day was mostly spent gathering resources to finish the second floor of the outpost. It is no longer a shack. As has become my chosen habit I wandered up the nearby hill to harvest more wood for the project. I noted that the rest of the saplings I had planted earlier had grown into short trees. Some of the local trees have grown so much as to intermingle their wood and branches in a mess that is difficult to harvest but the main trunks themselves often provide large quantities of wood. I must devise a way to reach the higher branches to obtain that valuable wood.
After gathering my materials and wearing out a wood and a stone axe I returned to the Out Post. I finished adding a storage chest and a roof with a door to the second floor. I think this will become the store room for the outpost. I created a balcony by crafting some short fences to serve as railings so i could look out over the area as please. I also found another use for the stacks of fencing.
The local game animals have proven to be very annoying while you are working by roughly jostling and pushing you about. I got so angry I struck one of the sheep with a wooden hunting sword. The creature was quite literally knocked out of its wool but that was to be expected. The cling wool sheep's hair clings to their attackers giving them time to flee. But seeing as I struck the poor creature with a hefty blade of wood the wool was merely flung from the poor animal. The wool is very versatile as a textile for canvas and bedding. I took the wool and created some art with local plant dyes to lessen the feeling of being the only person in this stretch of wilderness.
The night fell far too quickly for my personal tastes I had just finished laying the fences after my artistic distractions were complete when the night came. I faced the night with some trepidation as I recall too well the reports of monsters. While they were not specific about what kind of monsters they seemed genuinely frightened and some were even noticeably injured.
They had helpfully informed that plenty of torch light on the surface kept them from creeping up on you in the night but they would charge with reckless abandon if they caught sight or wind of you.
I took them at their word and added a raised stone step platform to balcony to give me clear line of site over the beach area. I also armed myself with a bow and quiver of 30 arrows should I get a visit from one of these creatures. Deciding I should make it easier to move in and out of my surrounding fence line I added some doorways for quicker access as I got tangled up on the top rails trying to simply leap them.
I again rested for a while and awoke with the dawn. This day will be spent looking for more natural caves and other valuable resources.
Day 4
On the fourth day I decided I needed to more thoroughly explore the area and see what resources might be available to me for future gathering. I made sure my compass was on hand as well as the bow and arrows from earlier and went wandering. I crossed over the hill I typically visited for my wood sources. The area beyond was more hills very similar to the one I had just crossed. I causally explored around the area until I cam across what appears to be a large land locked lake. In the center of one of its smaller portions was a small isle with some trees and reeds growing on the surface. Seeing an opportunity generate a renewable resource I harvested the reads so I could transplant them later closer to the coast I arrived on. I continued to roam and noted the abundance of trees on the various hills and more beaches and coves could be seen in the distance.
As looked back towards the place I had started from I noticed a cave in the hill side. I began to explore it and found some meager deposits of coal and single sample of iron ore. I quickly mined the valuable materials and went back to exploring. After coming across a cactus growing on a sand bar I took some cuttings to plant some near the landing I could possibly make a cactus garden to ward off the curious animals and add some color and form to the landscape as well as potentially valuable export.
I wondered back to the beach area and decided that I needed to explore the area further up shore. I came across another small empty cave and returned to the surface. I had decided then I needed to mark the caves I had explored. I used some of the Cobblestone blocks I had gathered and fixed a single torch near the caves entrance so that It could be readily seen and possibly used for future mining ventures. I circled around the large hill that neighbors the outpost and found an over hang with a bunch of brown mushrooms growing in it's shade. I quickly gathered them and noticed that the cave went deeper but was blocked by gravel piles.
I put my shovel to work digging away the piles so I could access the deeper regions of the cave. While the rest of the cave proved unfruitful I was pleased to note that while digging through the gravel I uncovered several pieces of flint that I could later craft into arrows should the need arise. I wondered around a bit more and noted the sun was close to setting and made for the outpost. I checked the area for a bit expecting the monsters I had been so worried about to spring from every spot. I had earlier placed torches inside the fencing so as not to be surprised.
After waiting for some time for some sign of trouble I decided they were not coming and ventured out into the night to get some more wood to smelt the cobble into solid stone. As I approached the wood line I heard a groaning sound as of someone moaning in hunger or pain. I stood in the torch light trying to decide where the sound was coming from. This nearly cost me my life.
While my back was turned and with me trying to locate the source of the noise a green oblong monster on short stubby legs had crept up on me unawares. I had turned around just in time for the creature to hiss violently in my face. The creatures skin flashed white and a moment later it exploded with force flinging me aside further battering my remaining badly damaged armor and injuring me. When I rose sword in hand to fight the monster All I could find was a crater where it had once stood. No sooner had I turned around then another was upon me. I managed to get back from it a the last second and witnessed the explosion which was a roar of sound, a flash, and a momentary pall of smoke.
No sooner had that danger passed then the source of the moans made itself known. A member of the walking dead lurched down the hill at me rapidly. I took my hunting sword in hand regretting having placed the iron one back into storage I struck it down. I gathered up scattered torches from the stealthy green monsters explosions. This torch gathering venture ended violently then I was attacked again by a pair skeletons wielding bows.
I decided that trying to close with my sword would only get me wounded or worse, so I used my own bow to bring them down. Four arrows in each of them while my armor took the hit of one of their arrows. I frantically looked about and saw two more of those green monstrosities but I saw them before they saw me this time. I took careful aim and hit the closest one on the first shot. It reacted immediately by stepping back a bit before charging at me in suicidal rush. I shot it four more times each hit stunning it before it fell dead leaving behind a fine gray black ash pile. As I felled the second monster the sun rose in the sky. My armor nearly destroyed and injured enough to need rest I retreated to the out post to await full daylight.
What in the name of the Mighty is going on where the hell did these things come from? Why are they so damn set on killing me?
I think I shall call the green ones Creepers as they creep up on you silently. The Skeletons are just that as are the walking corpses. What manner of land has the undead roaming it? What happened to this place in it's past to create such foul creatures?
In the new day I shall go collect feathers from the chickens I have seen roaming about and harvest more flint for arrows. If my other nights will be anything like this last one my arrow supplies will not hold out long.
Day 5
I decided to explore after sunrise and was pleased to note that the undead burst into flames in the presence of daylight. However the Creepers do not. What spawned these things? Worse yet are the giant spiders which lunge after you with shocking speed and ferocity. I spent most of my day gathering feathers and flint to make more arrows as I had spent all 30 of my previous batch. The green creatures have given me a fair amount of powder to play with. I will have to consult the books the engineers left behind for what this substance might me used for. I have planted a reed garden by the coast to provide material for paper and books. Hopefully the blank paper will be useful and the books will be valuable to the scholars as they are to me.
I also crafted a pit trap with a gravel fall to crush to death anything that fell into the pit and was hoping to test it at night but before I could lure a monster into it something interesting happened. A creeper I was Leading into the trap was accidentally shot by a skeleton's arrow. The creeper immediately ceased chasing me and ran up to the skeleton blowing both of them to pieces. I stood in surprise at my now destroyed traps remains resting in the crater in front of me.
I spent the rest of the night directly battling the monsters becoming severely injured and having all but my breast plate destroyed by the time the sun rose I had killed several monsters. I had been keeping tally with torches but they were too valuable at lighting the surroundings so I will instead use the attractive red flowers. Every flower will mark an enemy I have felled personally. My garden will be beautiful and terrible to behold to those who know its meaning.
As dawn came up I noticed a cave I had missed in my earlier exploring I shall take the iron sword and some food and torches and delve into it tomorrow.
I have also considered slaughtering some cattle for their hides to once again protect myself but my time here is nearly done. If I rotate back I shall make sure to have plenty of time before the monsters arrive to harvest goods for armor.
Day 6
I decided I was tired of searching around the coast and needed to strike out to find a better spot to mine the materials and supplies I had been sent to find. I struck out in a random direction and walked two stacks out. I noticed a small patch of desert with a sand covered cliff. What interested me more was the visible deposits of coal. I noticed a small partially blocked cave. As I approached the cave I noticed the sun was disturbingly low in the sky.
I decided to seal up the cave and mine the coal within and dig a diagonal shaft in the classic stair step pattern. As I ventured downward I did not encounter any caverns or monsters, for this I was thankful. But even more so I found some iron and coal deposits and more then enough cobble stone blocks to mark a path back to the mine to the out post.
I shall spend the day traveling back to the outpost fetching logs setting my ore findings to smelt. When the night comes I will not cower or hide. I will march out into the darkness and fight the monsters until the sun rises or until I am killed. If I die then this will be my last entry in the journal may my successor fare better then I did in these strange lands.
Day 7
I made good time from just after dawn placing beacon blocks with a torch upon that lead to the mine I was working on. I also marked a unexplored cave with a sign along the trail in hopes it will be explored by replacement and will yield us treasures.
Upon my return to the out post it was still mid morning so I began smelting the iron ore and settling my personal affairs in preparation for the nights combat.
I crafted two additional chests for the upstairs one containing coal and refined iron ore the other assorted blocks. I created a chest of things I had in my carry sack and stored all but my food, bow, a quiver of 30 arrows, some rations and my now well worn chest plate. I took some of the flowers I had picked and created my garden of glory marking the number of enemies I had slain by bow or sword up to that point. Satisfied I copied my journal into a blank book which I left in the successors chest (nothing is actually in it just for flavor) so that they may learn from my own experiences. I also donated my personal watch ,a fine gold one at that, and a compass as they were invaluable to me here. You should also find a single iron bucket for hauling water. I did not use any further iron as we are to build the supply for the war effort. I am tempted to take the supply with me when I leave...if I leave. But it might be of use to those who follow on.
I watched the sun beginning to set and readied myself for combat. I marched out side and hastily repaired my failed gravel crusher pit trap and waited. I did not have to wait long after night fall. At least 3 zombies descended from the hill to attack me and walked blindly into my prepared pit. I let them sit for the clatter of a skeleton followed by the twang of his bow alerted me to greater issues. I had my bow in my pack still so I charged the skeleton swinging my iron sword wildly. I took multiple arrows to the chest but my armor once again saved my life. The skeleton fell dropping its remaining arrows.
The rest of night was filled with similar engagements. I would either shoot at them with the bow and lure them to the pit or swing my sword at them time and again until they fell. I was severely injured by the time the night had come by creepers who would leap into the fight at the most inopportune moments. The dawn finally came scorching the remaining undead save for the ones in the pit I had cut down from the edge with my sword. I killed the last few creepers and collected all the foes had dropped and stored them for those who come after.
I have survived this land and return home injured but victorious. I leave my now well worn armor and sword to whoever comes after me. May they help you in your early days.
Ok I also created a garden for 7 day survivors using the yellow flowers. For those who manage to only get mangled but not die.
edited 24th Feb '11 7:41:36 PM by TuefelHundenIV
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Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Phew Survived my turn got pretty mangled lost everything except the iron breast plate for armor. gathered some iron and coal. Possible dungeon in one of the caves by the spawn point near the shore.
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Pressing F1 and F2 at the same time does screen cap the screen cap file is in the same general folder as your bin and save folders.
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edited 8th Nov '10 4:02:34 PM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?
Journal of Dr. Boris Afti, Man of Science
Day 0: I have been exiled by my people, sent to a desolate outpost. Why? Because I dared to make man better. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. It threatened the damn fools of the aristocracy, the mere idea that my Afti-Men could prove superior to them, so now I am sent to die in a wasteland. I shall show them! I will take this place and build a laboratory, and there I shall create an army of Afti-Men and have my revenge. I have but one week before an inspector is sent; if my laboratory is incomplete, I will surely be killed. I must make good time.
Day 1: I have arrived. I am greeted by a rough wooden shack; I take tools and armor from its chests and leave. I will need a high mountain, so that my laboratory may harness the lightning itself. I see my location across the bay near this shack, and I set out through the night to reach it. The wildlife has not been angered by my experiments yet, so it is safe to be out at night. Like a common laborer, I work through the night, quarrying stone and laying the foundation for my laboratory. Alas, I have no way to produce my Afti-Men yet, and no way to speed up the labor. The work is long and hard, but eventually my laboratory's foundations are laid. In the morning, I chop down two trees for wood before producing some stone tools to replace my nearly-unusable broken-down iron tools and return to work.
Day 2: I quarry stone, burrowing deep into the earth in a spiral. Iron is found; I save this, for I will need it later on. Striking a cavern, I get out my torches and head on, in search of rare materials. Ideally, before I am done here, I will have amassed anything I may need for further experiments. Iron, redstone, diamond, coal. Any of these may be needed. Alas, the cavern I find is not deep; I find only small amounts of iron and coal within. During the night, I finish the structure of my laboratory and start on the lightning rod that supplies power. Without iron enough to use, I must resort to a stone structure, massively reducing my power generation potential. All the same, while the structure of my lab is humble, a one-room stone building without even windows, the lightning rod is something that can be seen for miles away. I prepare for day three, returning to my quarry so that I may prepare my facilities...
Day 3: Early in the third day, my laboratory is complete. It is not what I am accustomed to; simply a stone shelter with a lightning rod, which powers the A-Machine. The A-Machine is what I use to produce Afti-Men; a subject is chained to the operating table and cybernetically enhanced. By harnessing a lightning strike, I can revive the Afti-Man; previously, my colleagues had attempted life-support during the surgery, which had always failed due to the extent of the modifications. Myself, I simply reanimate the freshly deceased after the surgery is complete. The body is still undecayed, so there is no loss of function. I now start work on my grand tomb, where the Afti-Men of my empire will store my body when I die. And it is complete within the night, with my sarcophagus and chests for offerings within. So, I mine through the remainder of the night, for tonight's experiments...
Day 4: With the stone from last night, I have erected a transmitter for use in tonight's experiments. Since the Afti-Men require human beings, living ones, to create, they are not practical for my initial army. As such, I have created this transmitter. I have calculated a signal which should cause the local wildlife to assemble into a proper army, with the ability to focus on a single target. This! This is my vengeance! They called me a madman, but now I control an army of my own! An army of monsters! And, soon, the world will be under my thumb... As a test, I will assemble my army tonight. If all goes well, they will set off for the city come dawn. And night comes; I have been wandering this land waiting for this moment. My army of monsters- the living dead under my command. The time has come! All hail Afti! I approach the transmitter and activate it. My laboratory's lightning rod draws power from the heavens and transfers it a short way across to the transmitter. The transmitter is active, but the beasts do not approach it... I see one in a field below and tentatively approach; the transmitter should render the beasts loyal to me. Instead, it attacks. Ah, well. A wild beast; the experiment has failed. It is at this time that I notice more approaching me, all possessed of a singleminded drive to end my life. The beast I slew was an explosive green creature, dispatched easily by my bow. Now others are attacking, seemingly to avenge it. I aimed to make an army out of these, and I succeeded. I try to shut off the transmitter; no good. A skeleton snipes me as I do so; I narrowly escape with my life.
I huddle in my laboratory and plan. A pig I slaughtered the past day provides the meal I eat after tending to my wounds.
I believe I have found a way to acquire the power I seek.
I believe there is another world, parallel to this one. Obsidian is possessed of properties that weaken reality of it; if I were to gather enough of it in one place, I could break into this "netherworld", or Nether for short.
Several old myths describe creatures of immense power known as Ghasts, appearing deep in the earth, near obsidian. Once, I believed these to be fantasy- but, knowing what I now know, I believe that Ghasts are creatures native to the Nether.
It is my aim to, in the three days I have remaining, create a portal to the Nether. Once that is done, on the night of the final day of this week, before the accursed inspector comes to this land and sees my attempts to assemble an army to overthrow the King and his court, I will, no, I must step into that portal, taking refuge among whatever kind a dimension awaits me, until I can capture a Ghast. Research its physiology. In time, emerge, with control over the Ghasts. My new transmitter cannot fail, or I will die; the Ghasts are already extremely aggressive and dangerous. I will use Ghast young for the test subjects, reduce the transmitter strength to but one room. When it works as I intend, I shall rule a race of either gods or demons, and I shall be invincible.
Initial planning on Operation Ghast is in effect. The first order of business: to find for myself diamond. That is day 5. Day 6, I shall quarry obsidian. Day 7, I shall assemble my portal and flee this world.
Death to King and country!
Day 5: Slaying a couple surviving beasts as I leave my laboratory, a greenish creature explodes in my face and damages the facade; lacking stone, I do a quick and ugly repair with dirt on my person before leaving. At sea level, I dig out my mineshaft and barricade the entrance with dirt to safeguard against attacks come nightfall. I found a massive cave system; though my armor was ripped to shreds, I safely lit a portion and sealed off the rest. I am now deep in the earth; I can hear the beasts I have angered everywhere. I do not find diamonds, and continue mining until day 6.
Day 6: I am behind. Deep in the earth, I mine, but still find nothing! A genius of my caliber, reduced to what? A peasant, digging in the ground. My last pick breaks; I wait through the night on smelting iron I have acquired, but I have enough wood for only one more pick. Should this fail, I shall have no way to prove my theories, and be looked upon forever as a madman. I beg whoever finds this journal- carry on my work. Build a portal to the Nether, by these specifications: a five meter high by four meter wide obsidian frame, activated by application of flame inside it. Please.
When that is done, break open the headstone of my tomb.
I am near death... A chance encounter with lava has left me mortally wounded... I should be at the surface by dawn; I must wait for the beasts, even the ones not harmed by sunlight, to retreat. I will mark the mines, for in them I have found the obsidian needed, and then I will enter my tomb. No human being is here to inter me; I must do this myself... I shall crawl into the sarcophagus and die from my wounds. My worldly goods will be in the chests within. I only hope someone finds this journal, and is able to prove my theories on the Nether.
Day 7: First, I take some of the stone I have amassed to build a visible entrance to my deep mines... They are in the valley between my mountain laboratory and the desert. Next, I repair my laboratory facade; I leave it to the man that should take my burden upon himself,
To those who read this: My laboratory's lightning rod is visible across the bay from the outpost. Should you wish to take on the burden of Operation Ghast, go there. Find my tomb, break open the cobblestone in front of the grave marker, and enter it. Take what you like from my chests. Find my mines. Hunt for diamond. Mine the exposed obsidian. Build the portal. Before you leave this place, enter my tomb once more and place something, anything, on my sarcophagus.
This journal I am now placing inside the outpost. My condition deteriorates rapidly; I shall head for my tomb. I must reach it while I live. I must. One leg is burnt to a crisp, so I limp, but I must reach that tomb before I die!
The cynical could say I have survived my time here. I suppose that is so; I project my death midway through my eighth day. Nonetheless, I do not have time to commemorate this "victory" over the environment. Whomever finds this journal- please do so.
My laments are many... That the transmitter project failed, turning already violent beasts into an army aiming to destroy any human being they see... That there were no subjects for conversion into Afti-Men... And, of course, that in my allotted time I could not complete Operation Ghast.
It is my opinion that, for reasons of safety, the portal should be stored in a chamber only accessible from underwater, when it is constructed. The mythical Ghast is a creature of flame, so assuming this holds merit the sea is a useful security measure.
The next man to read this journal will undoubtedly be a faithful devotee of the royal family, as opposed to an exile sent to do dangerous work. I ask that even so you not judge me without understanding me... I tried to better mankind, and for that my own people turned against me, put me to death. I was offered salvation here, but at a price. I was chosen because this job has maimed trained knights; an academic such as myself was figured to have no chance. And yet, I survived as long as their knights. Were I allowed to return to my country, I could survive even these injuries; I could receive medical treatment, replace my leg with a cybernetic one, like those already in use by the nobility. The ones I designed! I have given everything to my country, and been sent to die for it. I am not a madman, not a monster! I seek only what is rightfully mine, and I can only achieve that by force at this point.
Thank you for reading this. Please place it back in the upstairs room where it was found when you are done with it, if you do not intend to take on Operation Ghast...
Screenshot of the laboratory from near spawn. You can also see the transmitter and mineshaft.
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edited 9th Nov '10 3:27:20 AM by Afti
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Life suddenly took a turn for the busy, and I don't think I can participate in this anymore. Sorry guys :/
But I will read the bloginations!
"Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Twitter
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
No problems chOObeh. we can bump you from the line for now. you can always come back when things are less busy.
Nice Play Through Afti :D
edited 9th Nov '10 4:03:36 AM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?
I cant tell what order we are playing in... Looking at the list I see Afti at number 8 when he was the second participant in this blog... I dont suppose the list is in chronological order is it?
Apocalypse: Dirge Of Swans.
Yellow
I think it's listing who's coming up, and the people who are done gets removed. Maybe Afti listed himself for a second round?
Detonating thread derailers in: 3... 2... 1-
Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
After they get the map and/or map download link I shift their name to the bottom of the list in a rotation. Notice How I am further down even though I started first. cHoobeh had to back out for now so I took him off the list for the time being. If we get a new player in the line up they will go everyone else who has already had a turn but not before anyone else who hasn't had a turn yet either.
Who watches the watchmen?
Yellow
So will you get a PM with a link to the save when it is your turn or...?
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Night Clerk of the Apacalypse.
Pretty much Aviatus.
Before I forget folks don't forget to upload it to media fire (check the links section) and pm me the link so we can get it out and have the back ups stored.
When we reach the first fully cycle IE I come up to my turn again. I will upload all the maps as batch for you folks to tinker with at the various stages and also to look at. I am also thinking of making a video displaying how we changed the world as a collective whole.
edited 9th Nov '10 11:33:22 AM by TuefelHundenIV
Who watches the watchmen?
Really now? Triple post?
edited 9th Nov '10 5:40:27 PM by Amarys
Amateur cook Professional procrastinator
(The journal of Amarys, AKA Lucky, King's Chef) PROLOGUE My ironic mother named me Lucky. My given name is Amarys, but only my father ever called me that. My mother was the queen's favorite lady, and my father the King's favorite artist. Their match was in proper standing, and when I was born, it was under auspicious stars.
But those stars were quickly covered by heavy grey clouds. My father died in the first onslaught of undead, and my mother form grief soon after. I was only 12 when I was taken in by the kitchen staff at the palace. the warm and friendly kitchen was the only place I was happy in that austere, lonely place. When the kingdom was plunged into full-on war with the undead, I found myself quickly caught up in the tales of glory and adventure.
So when the king said that this new land needed to be explored and surveyed for possible resources, I jumped at the call. Little did I know that my bad luck would follow me there.
DAY 1: The soldiers sure paddled away quickly. I don't know what they are afraid of—this land is gorgeous; hilly, with clear blue waters and abundant animals. My time in the king's kitchen have taught me plenty about butchering animals, but I want to get a taste for my surroundings first.
I discovered my predecessor's journals. Very useful information here from the unknown soldier. Tuefel seems to have had an eye for landscaping. I'll try and add to the victory garden later. I think I noticed a chest of food, and my stomach is rumbling. Mushrooms and bacon and water make a tasty enough stew. The grass and other plant life seems inedible. Maybe I can do something with the bark tomorrow?
Night falls quickly here. I had only time to do a little bit of mining. I did gather some flint. I finished Tuefel's journals in the first hours of the night, but find myself unable to sleep because of the rustlings and groanings outside, it does not surprise me that the undead walk here too. I know from Tue's journals that the older the undead are, the more accurate they are at killing. The creature he named "Creeper" intrigue me.
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DAY 2 I fashioned some crude arrows and took the bow from one of the chests. I am immediately ambushed by one of the Jumpers, but I kill it quickly. It's string is flexible and maybe I can find a way to use this. I found the reeds planted by Tue and harvested some—I'll discover what can be made from these tonight. I also discovered a natural cave and small vein of coal. These will be reported, but not much more was available. Again, I am surprised by how quickly night seems to fall. Before I retreat to the outpost, i track down a few of the fat little piggies and the chickens. I'm not up for slaughtering cattle or sheep just yet. A few slabs of bacon are my reward—the chickens are a strange breed; so scrawny that all I get of use form them are some feathers. I did find a nest, however. Fresh eggs for breakfast!
I am struck by an idea as I wander through the hilly woodland. This brand new world is dangerous and marvelous and should be documented. I will build a grand library to house the journals of we advneturers. Armed with this new plan, i quickly climb the top of one of the larger trees and take the thing down. unfortunately, my axe breaks in the middle of the job and I am forced to peel the tree apart. the bark is surprisingly soft and easy to break. I will begin work as soon as the next day comes.
Tonight was hard. So excited about my idea, and feeling pressed for time, I ventured out while the moon was still high. i killed a zombie, but his dying groans attracted other creatures and I was quickly beset. I retreated, but I had foolishly left the door to the outpost open! One of the undead, armed with a bow and deadly accuracy followed me in. I barely defeated him. I spent the rest of the night binding my wounds and trying to repair my chest plate. My helmet and bracers are completely useless now.
I also made a chilling discovery. Tuefel was not my predecessor. The king, in his high wisdom, banished the traitor Afti to these shores. The mad doctor's ravings are cataloged in a journal that I found in the outpost. How I missed this before I don't know but I'll read it tomorrow night. Day is dawning.
DAY 3: in the safety of daylight I work quickly to build the foundations of my library. I envision a graceful building of glass and dark wood, with some gold accents, if gold can be found. I must mine this afternoon, for I need iron for armor, and if I neglect my mission for the king, I will not find it easy back at the palace. The caves are infested with monsters. I hear their groaning—and what is worse, I am beginning to recognize the different sounds. The Zombs, as I call the fresher undead, make a noise that is both chilling and lacking in intelligence. The Skellies are almost musical, the way their hollow bones clack together. However, it is best when their bones rattle into dust as sunlight hits. There is a haven of Zombs above the outpost. I did not dare dig deeper, as my armor is nearly depleted and I have yet to find iron. also, the sun is once more dipping and the sky glows ominously red. What I once thought was a beautiful sunset now only warns me of my need to be in shelter.
I barely made it back alive. I was almost at the outpost when I saw the now familiar form of a creeper bounding joyously towards me, it's grotesque mouth wide open. It was hissing malevolently and though i dodged, and tried to get my bow up in time, I was not quick enough. The beast blew up literally in my face. Luckily the blast was taken by my armor, but that reduced it's protection to negligible status. I am bruised but not fatally wounded. After my run in with the Creeper, i have no taste for monster hunting. However, his explosion has given me two ideas.
First and foremost is the need for iron, but my progress is largely hampered by the inadequate tools and the large amounts of rock in my way. However, creeper excrement looks strangely familiar....
DAY 4: you learn the oddest things in a kitchen. I was sitting there one day, avoiding Grace's sharp eyes (and therefore my chores) when an old soldier limped in. i was idly tracing designs with one finger through a heap of pepper. He felt the power and shook his head. "So similar." he muttered, "to the stuff that took my foot." He proceeded to tell me about the powder blocks that soldiers would make and leave for traps for others. once tripped, these blocks wold explode with terrifying force. all it took was a few piles of sand and some of the gunpowder.
Well, there's plenty of sand around. I spent all last night smelting sand for glass for the library, but I reserved a few piles for other uses. Now I have two powder blocks, and I am relatively sure that they will work. All I have to do is try it out.
I found a likely cave right at water's edge. The explosion is not big, but it is loud. I am unscathed but wary. From the cave now emanates the tell-tale sound of skeletons.
In fact, it seems these monsters have gained power over the stone. I'm looking at a built wall. I dig carefully into the wall. If i can make enough light flood the dungeon—maybe I'll be rewarded with the sweet sound of crumbling bones.
Well, now the skeletons are swimming. Wonderful. Somehow I struck water instead of sunlight. I know i killed one, because I heard its bones clatter. I have to come back to this problem later—I really should finish the library. Well, maybe just one more brick....+
I have returned, shaken, wet and disgustingly dirty. That last brick nearly drowned me in wet sand. I was at my last strength when I floundered up to the beach. I swear, I heard the skeletons laughing at me. I'll have my revenge, but not yet. The ordeal took most of the day and my library still stands unfinished. But I fear I am too weak to do anything more today. I must rest.
DAY 5: My time here is more than halfway finished and I feel that I have accomplished very little. The paucity of resources here is astounding. There is nothing but barren caves and almost useless animals. The cows give only their skins, because I dare not eat their flesh for fear of taint. The pig flesh is good, but that is the only animal one can eat here. I'm ready to be done and go home.
Most of today was spent painstakingly digging out the skeleton dungeon. I filled the entire area with sand, and then dug through the sand to get to the bottom. I was rewarded with a few crumbs of stale bread—apparently the undead have a taste for gluten products. I'll keep this in mind for future traps. I rescued only half of my belongings—the rest were waterlogged and useless. Most costly is my second powder-block. All of those Creepers killed, at great risk for nothing. I am severely disappointed.
night falls, but the monsters are very quiet now. I am even able to get a bit done on my library. Not much happens.
DAY 6: I woke feeling more positive today. I was ready to try again with mining and I have bigger plans for my library.
Part of what still weighs on my spirit is the fact that I finished Dr. Afti's journal a few nights back. The images still weigh on my mind—his lunatic ideas of entitlement. He was no relation to the king; why would he think that the kingdom was rightfully his? I feel a little frightenend by all of it. If I choose to come back on rotation, I must decide if Afti's lab will be found or not. And in the mean time, I must decide if I should hide his journal or leave it for the next person. what if the king send someone worse than the mad Murderer? I should just take the journal back—or better yet, toss it in the ocean.
DAY 7: The final day is spent finishing up my library. I made bookshelves for the journals, and will make more if there are more journals to catalog. I worry that my Library is unprotected. For My successor: if you wish, please lay fence around my library and fit it with a door. I ran out of time, but would not like to see my building overrun with monsters.
I know that I am no architect. I am a chef. I came here for an adventure and an adventure was had. I think I will come back, if only to find the mythical fruit that grows here—some large orange globe, said to grow with a face. I'm sure it will be interesting to try and cook it.
I made a decision regarding Dr. Afti's writings. He was one of us. Not a loyal citizen, but one of the few who stayed on this forsaken land, who lived for a short time here and then died. I do not think it wise to leave his writing for just anyone, but he has earned a (secret) place in my library. For those who truly wish to find his journal: "The light of truth shines not in insanity."
I'm going home.
Lucky.
- At this point I made an executive decision to play my turn backwards and end the last three days peacefully. No victory garden for me. Maybe next time.
edited 10th Nov '10 12:38:15 AM by Amarys
Amateur cook Professional procrastinator
edited 9th Nov '10 5:39:11 PM by Amarys
Amateur cook Professional procrastinator
F.A.Q.
Original Thread
What is this?
This is the TV Tropes Minecraft Succession Game.
What is a succession game? A game where a individual player plays a game for a limited amount of time and then saving at the end of the time frame before passing off the save file to another person in line. Wash rinse repeat.
What is the required skill level? Currently no skill is required but you should familiarize yourself with minecraft first so your turn is not wasted but if you want you can jump in.
How do I sign up? Send me (TuefelHundenIV) a PM with the pm title Minecraft Succession Game Slot. I will add you to the list.
Where can I get Help? There is a list of links towards the bottom of this post that you will find useful or you can also visit the tvtropes minecraft thread Our Minecraft Thread
As part of playing the game we are asking each player to write a journal from the perspective of their in game character in relations to their day and even in relation to the events of previous play throughs.
So what is the purpose of the journal? To provide some depth to the game and relate your story as you adventure inside the world of minecraft and try to survive the day to day trials.
Do I have to do a journal? Not really but that kind of makes the whole experience boring for everyone else involved and denies us of your tale. You don't have to do anything spectacular or even write well. Just noting the events at the end of the minecraft day (sun rise in game to sun set in game) or any other activities you want to note.
How long is a in game minecraft day. The full day/night cycle is 20 minutes. 10 minutes of daylight, 1minute 30 seconds for sun set. 7 Minutes of night time and 1 minute 30 seconds for sun rise.
Where/what can I build? Can I build anywhere I want to? While yes you can technically build anywhere you want but keep in mind the further out you go from the original point the larger the save file. If you really want to build out away from the original site a good rule of thumb is about 30 blocks out.
You can build any structure you can harvest the materials to build.
Will there be any starting items? We will have to see how many people initially sign up.
When does it start? When I have a list of at least 5 or more people other then myself.
How do I track time in game? See the links at the bottom of the post for a useful online and free timer.
I want another turn is that ok? Yes you will be added back to the list at the end of the line. We ask that anyone who has had a play through already give up a slot for those who haven't and wait for their turn again.
A new thing I have added is a list of mandates from the king. You are not required to do them but they are there to provide some sort of goal for whoever wants to do them. They are located after the flimsy story pretense.
Firs things first Rules
1. You have 4 Real Life Days (7minecraft days)to finish your turn. A turn is two hours and thirty minutes of play time. If you can not finish your turn save it and upload the save and post the link. If we can't get the save file from the last person to play on that day we will use the last available save. If some one doesn't pick up the save after one day of the last person completing it we will move them to the end of the line and give the save to the next person in line.
2.You must use a clean install of mine craft no mods and no inventory edit programs. Please no Cheating.
3.Do not deliberately destroy the structures others build or make the area unusable for others. If this does happen we will just revert to last available map.
4. You must spend at least 4 minecraft days on easy or higher difficulty. 3 days on peaceful to allow you to get your surroundings and get ready for the 4 days of monsters. You may choose which days you want the peaceful and active days on in any pattern as long as you get the 4 minecraft days with monsters.
5. Please post a minecraft day daily entry in this thread. See the journal entry for examples.
Technical Help for finding and loading save files for play and uploading them and other useful links.
Your save folders should have names like World1, World2, World3, World4, or World5. You can rename the folder to use any of those slots.
Flimsy Story Based Pretense For Our game Play.
The Basic Story is that we are all working for a nameless kingdom sent out to a remote post to harvest much needed resources for a upcoming war. They can only spare one worker at a time to go though.
Mandates (In Game Goals)
Resupply Regiment Entry 1
We arrived at the site that the king had been sending adventures to for a some time now and found the area had developed noticeably. Sending out the squads of soldiers the king had sent with us we explored all they had built and noted. We found the library and the many journals they contained within and had our scribe make complete copies. The journal of Afti goes in a locked box and to the inquisition back home.
We were not able to find his tomb as we were pressed for time and dared not find the portal with such a small force. Our men have unloaded the many chests of supplies for the outpost. The king has been generous and given them arms, armor, food, watches, compasses, arrows, bows, fishing rods farming and logging implements, and explosives.
The king charges those that come next with the following mandates.
Mandate the first. Expand the dock area into a large port with a store house for future supply exchanges.
Mandate the second. Attempt to blow the portal shut with the provided explosives. Should you succeed the remaining explosives should be used for mining.
Mandate the third. Proper Roads should be built and if possible bridges that cross the waters.
Mandate the fourth. A shipment of raw but preserved fish in sealed chests an order being 4 full chests and a order of assorted painting materials an order being 100 painting units be prepared for shipment to the main land.
Mandate the fifth. At least three shipments of stone tools to consist of a chest of axes, a chest of picks, and a chest of farming implements to be readied for the main land.
Mandate the sixth. 3 chests of wooden swords for training be prepared to be shipped to the main land.
Mandate the seventh. A full chest of mixed goods to include raw food items, wool, leather, local wood, and at least one full stack of stone is to be prepared.
The king has been generous and shipped you iron tools made from melted enemy weapons and armor. While not as high quality as steel would be they should help you and the king asks for your help in return. In
Post Script: The journal copies were brought to the king and on the voyage back several copies of each were made and distributed to local scribes. The king of course got the first read before they were sent out. The journals were a huge success and the king has ordered fine copies be made for the royal library. All of the strangers in the journals save for Afti were to made heroes. The king is undecided what to do about Afti.
The man was brilliant but his desire for power and glory carried him away. If the man had shown some sign of redemption he may have pardoned him and allowed him to come back home and perhaps resume his practice of the scientific. As for the Knight who set foot first in the lands he is currently teaching classes on combat and survival at the local academy as they have found themselves facing similar situations elsewhere.
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edited 26th Jul '11 7:53:41 PM by TuefelHundenIV
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