Minecraft RP

A bright light was the first thing gamer saw upon awakening. This was odd, seeing as he had clearly remembered drawing his windowshades the night before.And he seemed to be lacking his pillows. And his blanket.And his bed. And his house.

Gamer scrambled to his feet, upon reaching this realization, and surveyed his area, with a tinge of aphrehension. Everything around him seemed......cubic. The trees, the leaves, the dirt, even his own body, seemed to be formed out of cubes no bigger than a car tire.

"Where the hell am I?!"

"That's a good question."

Nodrog woke with a hangover. Which was odd, since he didn't drink. Groggily, he sat up. He was laying on a field of green, uniform grass. The field was perfectly flat, only broken up by strangely rectangular shaped trees. "What is this? Someone's lawn?" he muttered, looking around. All he could see was more of the grass, trees, and in the distance hills. After looking around he saw where someone had apparently dug out a trench with a square cross section, carrying water. Figuring if he followed the water he would find whoever owned this well-manicured landscape, he began following the water downstream.

Gamer turned to the newcomer at his side. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Jack's plaid shirt fluttered as a gust of wind tore down his beach. The salty smell of spray made him grimace: a lumberjack is not at home on a beach, let alone a mysteriously cubic one such as this. He turned from the detestable ocean to find something more familiar and was greeted only with odd, squared of stalks of wood: he could only assume that that's what passed in this world for trees. With no axe in hand, it occured to him that in a strange world such as this the trees might just be flimsy enough to break with his mighty fists. And so, he proceeded to do what he did best with the only tools available to him.

Quant coldly stared at the cubical landscape before him. Mysteriously transported from his home with nothing but the clothes on his back, he reflected on his purpose. To discover the nature of this strange reality.

The stream of water ended at a cube-shaped block of rock.

"Frag it!" Nodrog swore, punching a nearby tree in anger. Nothing about this place seemed to make any sense.

He frowned. Nodrog was a big guy, but normally punching a tree would hurt. He'd felt the impact, but no pain from impacting the tree. Instead, a fractal-like pattern of cracks had formed around where he punched. As he watched, the cracks slowly healed, the tree repairing itself at remarkable (well, remarkable for a tree) speed. Intrigued, Nodrog began punching the tree, starting slow but speeding up, alternating fists as he pounded away at the same spot on the tree. After about a minute or so of effort, a block shaped section of tree broke off, leaving part of the tree floating mysteriously in the air.

"This is too bizarre..." Nodrog said. He picked up the fallen block of wood, discovering the bark could be easily peeled eff with his fingers. As soon as he'd peeled the last bit of bark, the block of wood fell into four seperate cubes of wood. He stared in confusion. "WAY too bizarre." he muttered, then shook his head. "I reject your reality and substitute my own." he announced loudly, then turned and looked arround. No change.

With a shrug, Nodrog began punching at the floating part of the tree, Maybe this mysterious wood would be useful for something.

While walking around, gamer triped and fell into a pile of sand. He heard a crunching sound when his clenched hand impacted the dune, yet his fist was fine. Standing up, he saw that the sand he had fallen into had compacted into a cube. He picked it up, and noticed

"Who are you? Is anyone else here?"

Quant watched the floating tree stump with confusion, wondering what was wrong with gravity. Maybe this was a dream?

"Ok..." Nodrog stepped back. "So... what have I learned? I've learned that... I can punch zero gravity trees into blocks, the blocks when peeled give me wood blocks, when I try to put the wood blocks on the ground they stick, if I stack blocks up in my lap they somehow merge, but I can pull them apart... and when I put two side by side I get four sticks... two diagonally does nothing... and four in a square makes this table-thingy."

Nodrog looked around. "Is any of this useful? Well, no. It's not like someone is going to appear saying 'Tickets home, four blocks of wood' and I can go..." Nodrog picked up one of the blocks from his lap, waving it in the air. "Ooh, I've got wood, I've got..."

Nodrog froze, hands directly over his head. He wiggled his fingers. He looked up. Two arms, two hands, eight fingers, two thumbs... and zero blocks of wood. "Wood?" he asked, then yipped in surprise as the block of wood reappeared. Fortunately, he managed to grab it before it fell on his head. Experimentally, he held the block back over his head. "Wood?" The wood vanished, into whatever mysterious space it had gone the first time.

Nodrog quickly kicked a block of wood he'd sat on the ground several times, until it popped up into the air. Holding it over his head, he made it vanish with the magical command of 'Wood'. "Ok, let's try this... 'Me'.". Nothing happened. "Nodrog. Human. Person. Man. Guy. Player. Hero. Homo Sapien.". Nodrog tried a hand stand, trying to balance so most of his body was over his head. "Person. Me. Being. Rising ape meets the falling angel. Me, myself, and I." Several minutes later, blood rushing to his head and in desperate need of either a thesaurus or some asprin, Nodrog gave up. Whatever hammer space the wood was stored in, Nodrog had no way of entering it by himself.

edited 26th May '11 9:30:00 AM by Nodrog

Hmm... "Hey! I think I may be able to help you. I may have a solution to this."

Quant grabbed Nodrog, lifted him up, and shouted "HUMAN"!

-nothing happens-

Well, that was a dumb idea.

Nodrog yelps in surprise; he'd been so caught up in his own experiments, he hadn't realized someone else was behind him. "Could you let me down? Please?"

"Oh, sorry," Quant said, looking embaressed as he lowered the body.

edited 29th May '11 4:57:51 AM by Quantumawsome

Gamer walked up to the others. "You guys Tropers, too? Where are we? And why is it that everything is made of Legos?

"Troper? Yeah, if you meen that TV Tropes page." said Nodrog, confused. He looked up. Traveling in the trees, he hadn't noticed the movement of the sun, but it was starting to get dark. "Um... anyone have a lighter?"

(Are we going with Having twenty-minute days?)

Only this first time.

"Hey, why is it getting dark all of a sudden?"

-It begins to rain.

"Guys, we gotta find shelter."

"Well, night came quickly. We must be on another planet, or something."

"Zombies! AHHHHHHHH!" A blocky-looking young man looked like he was about to become zombie chow.

"Don't be silly, zombies don't exist," Quant said confidently, before seeing the zombies.

"Oh."

edited 31st May '11 3:57:10 PM by Quantumawsome

Gamer sprung i nto action, hitting the zombie with a stick found from a nearby tree. It was pushed backwards by the blow, and collapsed into dust and a few feathers several more hits later.

"Guys, we should head into that cave over there. Get as much wood for the night as you can to fortify the walls, and meet me there."

Gamer than dashed over to the abformentioned cave, and began digging out the dirt in the walls with his bare hands to make more room.

The blocky lad ran after Gamer and started kicking the dirt in the cave to death.

"Thanks for saving my life, guy!"

Quant gathered the feathers from the fallen zombie, wondering why a zombie had feathers. Then he quickly proceeded into the cave.

"We should probably wall off the entrance to this cave. Anyone have several logs?"

edited 31st May '11 6:25:10 PM by Quantumawsome

"I've got some planks."

Gamer attempted to place four of them together in his hands, so as to save time, but they merged into a different kind of wood.

"Huh. Looks like a workbench or something? Can we use this to make more stuff?"

Gamer placed his hand/stump on the table, and a vision of a 3x3 grid came to his mind.

"Yep. This is a 3x3 grid, rather than the 2x2 grid we used earlier. Should be useful. Anyone wanna try it out?"

Nodrog clusily duped as any tree blocks as he could carry into the corner of the cave. He had a stick clenched in his teeth, in case of zombie attacks. He took the stick out. "Ok, we're on a planet with a crazy day / night cycle and... I have no idea how... a square looking moon."