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by Billy Miner

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  Minecraft Guy

  A Minecraft Guy Diary

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  1: Deaths

  2: Names

  3: The Search

  4: The Cave

  5: Dark Magic

  6: The Big Enemy

  7: Safety

  Introduction

  Bart is a guy in a tiny village. He lives by himself and has a pet dog named Bruno. Together, they go for walks, greet the villagers, and play with sticks. But when some of the villagers are being killed, suspicion arises and he finds himself being threatened by his name on a symbolic wall. Will he die too, just like the rest of those victims? Or can he prevent his own death by taking on the evil enemies who are responsible for these heinous crimes?

  1: Deaths

  My name is Bart. I come from a peaceful village. I am 18 and my parents live away from here. Nothing ever happens here. Everyone goes through the routines of the day. They do their job, they play with their families, and they go to bed with their marriage partners. Nothing out of the ordinary.

  Or so it seems…

  One day, I woke up. The roosters in this village made sure of that. I also enjoyed the sound of singing birds each day, which appear early each day, next to my window. Oh, and I am not the kind of person who has a hard time getting out of bed, because if I try to sleep in, another animal makes sure I don’t stay in my nest for too long.

  Bruno is my dog. He is a German Shepherd, and he is big. I love him to pieces. He is the best friend I’ve ever had. Well, not that I don’t have any friends whatsoever, but Bruno is there for me. He is my buddy. We go to the park and play fetch; I pet him when I don’t know what to do with my hands, and I talk to him when I am lonely.

  But recently, we were outside, just walking around, when Bruno sniffed and started barking suddenly.

  “Bark! Bark!”

  “What’s going on, Bruno?”

  “Bark! Bark! Bark!” he said again.

  Then he ran into a different direction. I ran after him, wondering what all the fuss was about. Then I saw it.

  Oh my goodness! It was a corpse!

  A tall man was lying behind a dumpster, bathing in his own blood, and looking as if he was cut up or bitten somehow. I came a little closer and tried to see who it was. I covered my mouth in amazement.

  It was Joe!

  How could anyone kill Joe? First of all, he was the nicest guy ever, and second, he was so big and strong that it could have taken something very powerful to take him down.

  It didn’t take long before other villagers were gathering around the victim. The village police came and took over, and some of the villagers started talking.

  “Who could have done this?”

  “I bet it was his neighbor. He was always jealous of him.”

  “Yes, but to kill him? You can’t just start accusing people of murder. Besides, that would be gossiping.”

  “Gossiping? I am just trying to find out who did it. I am just brainstorming.”

  I was listening intently to all these conversations and assumptions. It worried me. If there was a murderer in the village, we wouldn’t be safe anymore. And we had no clue who to blame.

  But this was only the beginning…

  In that same week, three more murders took place: Two more men and one woman. They were gruesome, and I am glad that I only heard about them, because discovering another dead body would have been traumatic.

  Nobody knew, and everybody was guessing. People were playing the blame game. They turned against each other and accused others constantly. The whole atmosphere changed. It wasn’t pleasant.

  2: Names

  With the dark aura that was cast over this town, people were afraid to go outside in the dark. They didn’t trust it. The murderer was out there somewhere, and I couldn’t blame them for not wanting to be the next victim.

  So yes, I stayed inside too, especially when the sun went down. But one evening, I just couldn’t take it. I had been inside a lot, and I noticed that Bruno was already peeing in the house. So I decided it was time to take him for a walk. At least I felt safe with him at my side. I took a knife from the kitchen and put it in my pocket, just in case anyone would try to attack me.

  Bruno and I walked through the alleys. There was an eerie fog in the air; it gave me the chills. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t see farther than a half block away. It was gloomy and obscure.

  Bruno didn’t care though. He was having a blast, finally being able to go outside and all. He peed in one corner, sniffed another, and ran towards the next street every time, making me lose sight of him.

  “Bruno, stay here please. Bruno!”

  He was gone. I was all by myself. I hated this. I even reached for the knife in my pocket and looked around. I knew the way, but I kind of appreciated him guiding me. Where did he go?

  Suddenly, “Bark! Bark!”

  “Bruno?”

  I couldn’t see anything. That annoying fog… ughh…

  “Bark! Bark!”

  I noticed from which direction it was coming, so I took courage and moved along, looking for my big German Shepherd.

  “Ah, there you are,” I said after a few minutes. “Don’t run away from me anymore. I don’t want to be alone with these things happening in town. What are you barking at anyway?”

  I looked at the wall he was barking at.

  “Whoa” was all I could say.

  It was the craziest think I had ever seen, and it was another clue to the puzzle. The wall was nothing but a regular wall, but on it, there were names written. Some of them were carved, and others were painted, but there were definitely names on there. And not just any names… the EXACT names of the people who were killed!

  “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” I asked my dog.

  “Bark! Bark!”

  “That’s what I thought. These were either written after the murders, to keep track of who died… or…” I shivered for a moment. “… or they were written before the murders to indicate who was going to die.”

  “Bark!”

  “I know, I know. I will tell the police about it tomorrow. Let’s go home. This place gives me the creeps.”

  After that, we went home.

  3: The Search

  The next day, I woke up by the sound of birds. I was anxious to find out more about the mysterious wall with the names, so I got some food, took my dog, and headed out the door.

  “Let’s go, Bruno,” I said.

  We ran to the other side of town, where we had seen the names on the wall. When we got there, the names were still there.

  “Ha! You see? There is Joe, and Mel
issa, and Roland, and Nery, and…”

  I paused.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  “… and Bart,” I said quietly.

  “Bark! Bark!” Bruno said.

  My face became pale. My heart was beating faster. A million thoughts went through my within seconds, but they all came down to the same thing: I am going to die.

  What?! Why was my name on there? I wasn’t dead. I had nothing to do with these victims. What was going on here? This was getting freakier by the minute.

  My conclusion was the following: If my name was on there, and since I am not dead, then these must be the name of people who were going to die!

  Was I going to die? But by whom? And how?

  For a few minutes, the fear overcame my very being. I was drenched in agonizing anxiety and terrible terror. But then my survival instinct kicked in. I was going to prevent this! I wasn’t dead YET! And who was to say that I couldn’t escape my so-called fate?

  I became determined, eager to solve the puzzle, and to prevent my own death.

  I hurried home and took some of the brushes and magnifying glasses from my cupboard. These tools could help me establish who had been writing these names on the wall.

  Just a side note: If this was some kind of sick joke, then it certainly wasn’t funny.

  After grabbing the tools, I ran back to the wall. Bruno followed me there. I looked through the magnifying glass and brushed off a little dust, hoping to discover the materials being used and perhaps some other clues that would lead me to the perpetrator.

  But then Bruno barked again.

  “Bark! Bark!”

  “What is it, Bruno?”

  I looked behind me and saw a shady figure run behind another house. Hey, what was that person doing here? Was I being watched?

  “Let’s get him, Bruno!” I said.

  And the chase began.

  4: The Cave

  With my dog, I chased the shady figure around through the alleys of my hometown. It was very early in the morning, so even in this village, there was nobody else up yet. Everyone was still sleeping, which was a bummer, because this meant I had to do it all by myself.

  Of course, Bruno was a lot faster than I was, but for some reason, this suspect was lightning fast as well.

  When we came to the town’s border, the shady figure was way in the distance, on the other side of a large farm field. How he got there so quickly was a mystery to me. But I didn’t give up, and neither did Bruno.

  “Let’s keep going!” I told my dog. “But stay with me. I don’t want to lose you.”

  I ran as fast as I could and Bruno made sure he didn’t get ahead of me too much. He was such a good dog. I love him. At the end of the field, entered a forest at the foot of a mountain. I immediately saw all the wood and the ore in the ground that we could use to build more in the village, but I wasn’t sure if the villagers knew about all these materials and building blocks. Anyway, if I would return, I would tell them about it.

  Listen to me… saying if I would return… I wasn’t really going to die, was I? No. That should be: when I would return, I would tell them about it. I was going to stop this from happening.

  After walking through the small forest, I saw a cave in the mountain. I assumed the shady figure was hiding in there. And when I would find him, I would beat the answers out of him, because this was getting ridiculous.

  The cave was dark, but there were a few torches on the walls, which made me realize this person had been living here all this time. With Bruno, I snuck into the main space of the cave, where I saw what had been observing me near the wall.

  5: Dark Magic

  It was a witch! Odd.

  I didn’t know a witch lived here.

  The witch had a weird nose, purple clothes, and a black hat. She was dancing around a cauldron, not realizing that I had followed her all the way down here. She must have assumed I had given up, which benefitted me at the time.

  The cave had all kinds of items in it. Torches were burning on the walls, and pickaxes, magical blocks and pearls were lying around on the ground.

  This place was a mess.

  I covered my nose when I smelled the reeking odor that emanated from the cauldron, and looked in disgust at the rats that were nibbling on pieces of cardboard, and the cockroaches I saw hiding in the corners of this putrid place. Rotting apples and a half-eaten fish were covered by mold and flies, and some kind of fluid acid had been spilled all over the place, causing the floor to be somewhat uneven by the holes it had burned here and there. It was an awful sight, this cluttered, chaotic cave. She obviously didn’t know anything about housekeeping, but then again, maybe she just didn’t care.

  Bruno was growling a little.

  “Sssshhh…” I whispered. “Let’s just see what she does.”

  As the witch was jumping around, she snatched a little pepper here or another bottle of vinegar there, and tossed the stuff into the boiling substance in the cauldron. I didn’t really care what she was making though. I wasn’t liking this for one bit. This witch either knew who would die and how, or she was the one who was planning to kill me. The thought crossed my mind that she was going to poison me with this liquid stuff.

  I watched as she stirred and stirred, added in other ingredients, and laughed with an evil, squeaky voice.

  “Eeeh-heee-heee!”

  “Typical for a witch,” I thought.

  Then Bruno barked.

  “Bark! Bark!”

  The witch turned our way. “Oh, you were just the one I was looking for!” she shouted.

  “You evil monster… you were going to kill me, weren’t you?”

  “I am still going to kill you, Bart, and that stupid dog of yours too.”

  “I don’t understand. What did I do to you?”

  “Oh, it’s simple,” the witch said. “I’ve been living in this impoverished cave all my life. Nobody cared about me, and nobody gave me anything to hang in there. But I will give them something to be scared about. Perhaps now they will start caring.”

  “But that doesn’t make any sense. What are you trying to accomplish by killing the villagers?”

  “Fear,” she said. “If they become so afraid that they don’t have the guts to leave their houses, they will eventually all leave. And when they do, I am going to live there. Heeheehee! All their homes and buildings will be MINE!!!”

  “So all you’re trying to do, is scaring them off so you can move in there? That just sounds dumb. And furthermore, I… won’t… let you.”

  “Don’t be too confident, young guy. I may be old, but I know what I am doing. Here, take this…”

  She ducked and grabbed a splash potion. I chuckled and said, “Pfff… you’re going to give me a drink or something?”

  Then she threw it. It exploded!

  Boooooooom!

  Luckily, it exploded in front of me, and I had just had enough time to dive behind a rock. What the… what was that? Some kind of Molotov cocktail or something? This witch was crazy, throwing exploding splash potions and stuff.

  “Here, take another one,” she said as she threw one more.

  Boooooom!

  Another explosion. She missed again. Ha! But what was I going to do? I had to stop this evil witch from killing off the villages until they would leave.

  “Bruno!” I yelled. “Go get her!”

  Bruno didn’t need much more. He knew what I meant. This witch was throwing stuff at me, and he wasn’t liking it any more than I did.

  “Bark! Bark! Bark!” Bruno said as he stormed at the witch. He jumped at her and pinned her to the floor.

  “Aaarhghgh! That stupid dog of yours!”

  I came out of my hiding spot and ran at her. I had her. I finally had her, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Good boy, Bruno. So, you wicked woman, what do you say now?”

  “You think you won?” she said. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Why do you think I wrote those names on the wall? I am going to s
ummon the beast that devoured the others, and there is no escaping it. Hahaha!”

  6: The Big Enemy

  The witch pushed the dog away and quickly jumped to some soul sand she had in the corner. She put the soul sand into a T-shape and placed three wither skeleton skulls on top of the three blocks. The last block was a wither skeleton skull. Some air blocks were holding the soul sand block in place.

  And then it happened.

  It grew larger and larger. It was flashing blue. Before I knew it, a big wither skeleton stood before me, gnashing its teeth and kind of imploding or something.

  The wither skeleton had three large heads and sharp teeth. Its piercing eyes looked straight at me.

  “Aaaah!” I screamed as I ran out of the cave. Bruno followed me, and so did my enemy. I hid behind a tree, panting heavily because of my previous quick sprint. I saw Bruno, but was the wither skeleton still there?

  Had that witch just been writing random names on the wall, and then summoning the wither skeleton to send it out to kill them? That’s what it looked like at least.

  Anyway, I had to focus again. It didn’t matter for now, because in the meantime, this monster was still following me. I looked, with my head peeking around the tree trunk. Yep, it was still there, and getting closer and closer.

  Then I looked at Bruno.

  I looked at the tree.

  I looked at Bruno again.

  I had an idea. I bent over and picked up a branch from the ground and said, “Hey, Bruno. Do you want to play fetch?”

  “Bark! Bark!” Bruno said. These were happy barks. I could tell, because he had a big smile on his face and his tail was wagging.