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Pixel Raiders_Dig World

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by Steven O'Donnell


  exclaimed, tapping himself on the forehead. “I

  forgot to tell you, that giant spider down

  there—it was Angela!”

  “What are you saying, Rip?” she replied.

  “It was her. Actually her, in a new form. I

  saw her face. She was under the control of

  the game somehow. Also, I think she was

  going to eat me. Which was pretty intense.”

  Mei looked concerned. “That’s . . . not good.

  Is she . . . stuck like that?” Mei’s eyes grew

  wide. “Rip, we have to work out the rules of

  this game.”

  “Yeah, I know. Actually, I remember Angela

  said something about ‘Big Lava,’ and the fire

  lizard said Megalava. I wonder if they are the

  same thing. A game boss, maybe?”

  “Maybe. And if Angela was destroyed by

  the night monsters, why didn’t she just

  leave the game? And what will happen to us,

  if we . . . I mean, I thought that fire lizard was

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  just making stuff up to scare us, I didn’t

  think it was TRUE,” Mei said, worried.

  “Hey, Mei, it’s OK,” said Rip. “Angela was

  careless. You and I are going to get through

  this game, and beat it, and then we’ll see

  Angela out in the real world. Plus, you’ve got

  the medallion,” Rip added. “That must do

  something special.”

  Mei pulled the medallion out of her bag.

  “This is important,” she agreed. “I don’t know

  why. But it is.”

  Mei put it back in her bag thoughtfully, and

  they continued to walk in silence for a while.

  Mei saw it first. “There!” she said pointing

  upward at a large cube above them. “It’s

  daylight!”

  Someone or something had built a direct

  shaft down. A rookie mistake—you never

  build straight down. You can never get back

  out that way, which was now the exact

  problem Rip and Mei faced.

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  The entrance was very high up, but Mei

  could just make out a few tree branches

  hanging over the edges. It was the forest.

  Mei said, “It’s definitely our way out. But

  how do we get up there?”

  Rip thought for a moment and said,

  “Digging a shaft system upward would take a

  long time. Maybe even a whole day.”

  “We don’t have that kind of time,” Mei

  replied. “This mine is dangerous, and I don’t

  know how long that trapdoor will keep those

  fire lizards at bay.”

  They turned toward each other, seemingly

  having the same idea at the same time.

  Rip pulled out his bow and began breaking

  it apart. He positioned wood cubes in a cross

  shape on the ground, and applied some silk

  strands to the shorter cross. Shuunk.

  Ripley held up his new, spider-silk

  strengthened crossbow.

  “Hopefully, arrows should go much farther

  now. And do more damage,” he said.

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  “That’s perfect!” Mei said. “Spider silk is one

  of the strongest materials in the world! Did

  you know spider legs move by using

  hydraulics? They use hydraulics to jump too!

  Some can jump fifty times their own length.”

  “Let’s hope lizards can’t jump that high,”

  Rip said. “Also, can we not talk about spiders

  anymore?”

  “Sure.” Mei grinned as she reached into her

  backpack and fashioned a grappling hook out

  of vines, silk, and stone. It was sharp to

  touch, and the vine section was

  strong and stretchy. Mei

  passed the grappling hook

  to Rip.

  “This grappling hook is

  awesome,” Rip said with a

  grin. He placed the hook into the

  crossbow and wrapped a part of the silk vine

  around his arm. Mei did the same, and Rip

  aimed straight at the hole.

  “Hold on!” he said.

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  Mei tightened her

  grip on the vine. “If you

  miss, I’m going to be very,

  very angry,” she said.

  “I never miss!”

  Mei raised her eyebrows.

  “OK, well, I sometimes miss,” Rip

  said.

  He pulled the trigger, and the hook

  shot straight up into the air, stretching

  the grapple vine until it was taut. The

  hook hit something, and they both felt it

  take hold.

  There was a moment of hesitation, as if

  the tension of the vine and the forces of

  gravity were in a stalemate, working out

  what to do next. Then Mei and Rip were

  pulled upward toward the blue hole.

  They were moving so fast, the sharp,

  blocky walls around them were a blur as they

  whizzed past. They approached the top, and

  the tension of the vine lessened, which

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  thankfully also reduced their speed. Rip

  and Mei shot through the opening into the

  air and straight into a tree. The bushy

  branches caught them, their arms and

  faces scratched by cube-shaped

  leaves.

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Rip yelled.

  “Don’t be a wuss!” Mei replied, spitting

  some leaves out of her mouth.

  Ripley and Mei hung there in the branches

  for a moment, a little dazed and confused.

  CRACK!

  The tree split in half and dissolved into

  cubes, throwing Rip and Mei to the ground

  with a heavy thud.

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Mei

  yelled.

  “Don’t be a wuss!”

  Rip said, mockingly.

  Mei poked out

  her tongue.

  They were inches away from the mineshaft

  opening. But they were out of the mine.

  They were safe.

  Rip and Mei slowly stood up, shaking off

  bits of dust and dirt out of their hair and

  clothes. It was midmorning, and there were

  no monsters to be seen. Right in front of

  them was Angela’s fallen castle. They had

  barely moved!

  Rip and Mei stood there, exhausted and

  hungry.

  “That was quite a

  show!” said a familiar

  voice behind them.

  Quite a show,

  indeed!

  the

  answer

  S

  irCrabbington of Beachburry scuttled

  about in the pixelated grass, clicking

  with excitement when he came across a

  berry and promptly devouring it.

  “Easy now, Sir Crabbington!” George said

  with a groan, laboriously climbing down from

  the crab’s back, staff in hand. “He’s had a

  big night. Definitely earned himself that new

  set of armor!” He gave the crab a friendly

  pat on the shell. “Terrified of butterflies,

  though. Very odd. So! I see you two are still

  alive! Very well done! Although I dare say, you

  look terrible!”

  Mei and Rip did indeed look like they’d just

  barely survived a war. They were both


  covered in ash and mud, their clothes were

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  torn, and they had scrapes and bruises on

  their arms and legs. Mei was attempting to

  pull sticky clumps of spiderweb out of her

  tangled hair.

  “We’re alive? What about you? The last

  time we saw you, you were about to battle a

  pack of monsters!” Mei said.

  “You know,” Rip added, a little annoyed, “you

  could have warned us about all of this!”

  “Didn’t I? Ha! Deary me. Terribly sorry. I

  thought I was quite brave, actually, coming to

  your rescue earlier. Well—how’s this for a

  warning. You had better eat something!”

  Mei looked down at the one heart left on her

  wristband. Keeping track of health was hard!

  The two adventurers hurriedly dug around

  inside their packs for some food.

  “All I have is fish,” Mei said.

  “Me too,” Rip sighed. “Should I make a fire?”

  The last half a heart on Rip’s wristband

  was blinking rapidly. His entire body was

  starting to turn slightly translucent.

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  “Rip, you’re

  literally fading

  away!” Mei

  exclaimed in alarm.

  “No time for a fire—

  just eat!”

  The raw fish was cold

  and scaly, and tasted horribly fishy. It was not

  a pleasant meal to be having after all they’d

  been through. Mei found herself wondering

  why the carrots had tasted so bland, and yet

  the flavor of raw fish in her mouth was so

  strong—that hardly seemed fair!

  Begrudgingly, she ate just enough to see

  her heart meter filling back up again, then

  slumped down on the ground. Rip was

  starting to look decidedly more opaque.

  “OK, so ask me anything,” said George.

  Rip and Mei looked at each other. Rip

  shrugged his shoulders. “Where do we

  start?” he said.

  Mei’s mind was starting to work properly

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  again and she thought about moments in

  games where there was a chance to ask

  questions—by working out what the most

  important question was, the gamer could get

  an advantage. Even though she wanted to

  know about what happened to Angela and so

  many other things, she tried to think what

  was THE most important thing of all . . .

  “I just want to go home. Please, George.

  Can you just tell us how to get OUT of here?”

  Mei asked.

  George smiled warmly. “Well, of COURSE I

  can! Silly girl—you only had to ask!”

  She leapt back up, grabbing Rip’s arm

  excitedly.

  “WELL?” Rip said. “What do we have to do?”

  George stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I

  can help you, but KNOW THIS: I can only give

  you this answer for free—once. After that, a

  price must be paid.”

  Rip shrugged. “Who cares? Once we’re out of

  here we won’t need your help again anyway!”

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  Mei laughed with relief and exhaustion.

  They were so close! She could practically feel

  the warmth of her own bed and smell the

  enticing aroma of her mother’s cooking. She

  wanted to go home more than anything else

  in the world right now.

  George regarded them both with a

  strange look in his eye. “Very well, then. To

  leave this world, you need only to walk

  through the right door.”

  Rip and Mei exchanged glances.

  “Door?” Mei asked urgently. “What door?!”

  “The answer can only be crafted. But it

  must be done at a place of great power.”

  George lifted a gnarled finger and pointed

  off into the distance. Rip and Mei looked

  where George was pointing and

  saw an outcrop of rocks on a

  small hilltop. It was glowing a

  soft purple.

  “So . . . we craft

  this . . . ‘door’ . . . at the

  place of power. And that will get us out of

  here?” Rip asked, uncertain.

  The wizard nodded solemnly.

  Rip and Mei studied the hilltop, curious as

  to what kind of magic was radiating from

  within.

  Rip gathered his courage and looked

  determined. “OK. We’ll do it. Honestly, this

  game . . . it’s been . . . insane. We’ve never

  played anything like it! We encountered

  another player—Angela. She’d been

  turned into some kind of spider! We need

  to find—”

  Rip and Mei turned back around. But

  George the Wizard was gone.

  The two gamers approached the hill. Storm

  clouds seemed to gather over just this part

  of the landscape, churning and crackling

  with electricity. A strange tingling sensation

  rippled across Mei’s skin. She looked down

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  to find her arms were covered in goose

  bumps.

  “Do you think . . . this is . . . what magic feels

  like?” Mei asked.

  Rip shivered. “I guess so. I’m a little

  nervous. This place kind of gives me the

  creeps.”

  The climb was long and exhausting.

  Occasionally they had to stop and help each

  other up some particularly steep rock faces,

  removing their packs and passing the bags

  between them to get over tricky sections of

  the jagged, pixelated ascent.

  At last, however, they reached the summit.

  The magical storm intensified. Wind howled

  around them, and rain began to fall in heavy

  sheets. Rip and Mei grabbed on to each other

  for support.

  “I feel like I’m going to get blown away!” Rip

  yelled over the raging weather.

  “Let’s just get this done,” Mei yelled back,

  wet hair slick against her face and rain

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  pelting into her eyes. “We’re so close to

  freedom, Rip!”

  Rip nodded, pulling his own hair from his

  eyes and turning his attention to their final

  task. There didn’t seem to be any obvious

  place to build a door—no cave or opening for

  them to walk through. It was just a sharp

  collection of rocks with a level area in the

  center.

  The purple, magical energy pulsated from

  within the rock, casting a shimmering haze

  through the waterfall of rain.

  “Where do we start?” Rip wondered,

  exasperated.

  Mei thought for a moment. “Maybe . . . it

  isn’t so much of a door that we need, but . . . a

  portal!”

  Rip snapped his fingers. “Yes! A portal that

  will transport us back into the real world!

  What do you need to build portals out of?”

  Mei shook her head, her mind racing. “I—I

  don’t know. It’s different in every game.”

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  “Well . . . we have the diamond we collected

  from the mine . . .” Rip suggested, eyes

  hopeful.

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bsp; Mei looked unconvinced. “I don’t think

  diamond has any magical properties—it’s just

  really strong. I’ve never heard of portals

  being built out of diamond.”

  “Well . . . ” Rip threw his hands up in the air.

  “We have to try something!”

  Lightning crackled amid the dark purple

  clouds above them. Mei nodded and yelled

  again over the roar of the storm, “You’re

  right. Let’s just try it!”

  They started pulling cubes of the

  diamond they’d collected from their

  packs and setting them down in piles

  on the flat surface of the magic

  hilltop.

  “Rip—look!” Mei shouted excitedly, pointing

  to their pile.

  Rip hefted the last cube of diamond from

  his pack and turned to look at the pile they’d

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  amassed. But it was no longer a pile of pale,

  shimmering diamond blocks. They now

  glittered and shone a brilliant purple, shot

  through with flashes of rainbow light.

  In his hands, the final block of diamond

  remained in its original state, but as soon as

  he placed it on the surface of the mountain,

  it too transformed into this new material.

  “It’s the magic coming from this rock!” Rip

  realized aloud. “When combined with diamond,

  it changes the material into something else!”

  Mei watched the dancing flashes of

  rainbow and purple light. “It’s . . . beautiful.

  What do you think it is?”

  Rip shrugged. “No idea. But it must be what

  we need to build the portal. Why else would

  George have told us to build it here?”

  Mei didn’t need any more convincing. She

  raced over to the gem pile and began

  stacking the blocks on top of one another.

  Rip helped her to build the structure so that

  it stood taller than they did, using regular

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  stone to frame the outside of

  the shimmering doorway. As Rip

  placed the last framing stone,

  encasing the purple crystal

  within, the structural integrity

  of the creation began to shift.

  “Mei, step back,” Rip warned.

  “Something’s happening.”

  They both backed away,

  drenched from the rain, tired

 

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