Here's my versions of a fanficiton, apocalypse style. Imagine this: The End has invaded and everything has been plunged into chaos and eternal night. Monsters are more powerful, morphed by the energies. The land is nicknamed the "Darkland" due to the, well, dark. This story is about one man, and his quest to save everyone.
Note: The first two paragraphs are very misleading.
Prologue to The End
Chapter One
Note: The first two paragraphs are very misleading.
Prologue to The End
Zombies. Freaking’ zombies. Now, these weren’t your average, run of the mill zombies. These were the worst type: ender-zombies. Empowered by the power that came into the world when the End invaded. These zombies could kill you in one hit, and the worst part is, they blended into the Kainzo-damned night. Now I know what you might be thinking, "Holy shit, how did anyone survive?" Well, these beasts were not that smart. I don't know what the energies did to them, but they made them stupid. You could out smart then by TURNING A CORNER. It didn't help that they were as slow as molasses. There were other freaks of nature out there too. Ender-Skeletons, EnderBeasts, EnderKings, oh and so much more. The time where there was only one or two endermen here and there, isn't here anymore.
But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about the beasts that wandered the Darkland. You’re probably wondering about how this apocalypse happened, and more importantly, the story of me.
Now, The End of All Things started in a little town called Valhalor, due to one stupid necromancer, who brought everything wrong in the world about.
“What do you mean I’m getting kicked out of the town?!” Bob-Ray yelled.
“You made a fucking portal in the middle of the town! We got pigmen in our attics! In our basements! Even in our Chests! Get out!” “Jesus” is what the mayor of the town called himself. Jesus was usually a nice person, out going, friendly, and usually helpful. But when it came to mistakes, He had no patience whatsoever. What Bob-Ray did really ticked him off.
“It wasn’t my fault! I had to! Otherwise the stress from the nether would collapse in parts of the world! See, our two dimensions are closely intertwined, and if I didn't the-” Bob blinked. Jesus just slammed the door in his face and left. "Fine, I'll go away."
Bob was a necromancer. A particularly stupid necromancer that knew nothing about the job. Most of what he thought he was doing came from science fiction books he read. So mostly just useless shit. No really knew how in Kainzo’s name he got his job.
“At least I can still work on my, heh, project.” This project was located directly under the town hall. A giant cave to be exact. His friend, who liked to parade around dressed as monsters, (A fitting friend for the necromancer) was his connection to the town, now he was out. His name was, Luke, the smart one of the duo. Without Luke, Bob would of been captured long ago.
“C’mon Ray, you should just give yourself up so you get in less trouble.”
“No! I need to do this!. So the endermen can go back to their plane!” This project, was a portal. No, not a portal, a freaking WORMHOLE. Bob speculated that there was another realm that the endermen were coming from. He wanted to get rid of them. But, it was the other way around.
Now back to the portal. This thing was a gigantic wormhole portal. Made out of Ender-Pearl Infused Diamond blocks, this was one that even the richest person in Zeal would gasp at. It was actually rather cheap, for the exchange rate at the time was 2 diamonds for one gold ingot. But Bob wanted a lot of room. "The bigger the better!" He always said. So he made it dangerously large. For the portal to work, it really only needed to be 4x4. But Bob-Ray, the bringer of all things end, made it 45x45.
Now how would one go about making a portal like this? Do you break the laws of physics? Do you hire people? Do you do it by hand? No. None of the above. You hire endermen. Except Bob didn't hire endermen. They came by themselves. Thirteen Endermen helping create The End. Thirteen tall, skinny, pitch black figures moving slowly through the cave, all working towards one goal; building the super-portal.
"Add that block there. You, add your energy to that block. More redstone!" They followed every command. Every single one of Bob's idiotic commands. The endermen worked for reasons neither Bob or Luke understood. They were just, there. But meanwhile during the entire operation, one man with his group were looking for someone.
"I got a track on Bob-Ray. He's under town hall. Probably living under a cardboard box." Jesus said to his guardsmen. Jesus was a smart man. He knew Bob's habits. He was sure Bob-ray wouldn't actually leave. So, he got a track on him, and what he was about to do was kick him out, again. Or so he though.
"Come on! Just dig! Don't worry its just dirt!" Jesus had assembled a group of elite men. These men consisted of some of the strongest guys in the world. Why so many men to stop one man? Again, Jesus knew Bob-Ray's habits. He knew he was probably doing something so stupid it would be incredibly dangerous. Oh boy, did he not expect what was going to happen next.
The wall of the cave was just removed for Jesus's men to go through. They stopped in their tracks. Who wouldn't? Two somewhat normal guys working on a giant portal underneath your own town is something to be surprised at. Oh, and the working endermen helped.
Bob took no notice. Luke hid. The endermen would occasionally glance at the men but still continue working. The men never moved.
Luke backed up. Jesus and his elites were here. Also, Bob looked surprisingly evil, he thought. Maybe he shouldn't be helping? Maybe he should just give himself up? Luke rested against the inner ring of the portal. He really hope he wouldn't die or get arrested today.
“You there! Stop! You violated the law! Pay the town a fine or serve your sentence. Your items are now forfeit." Of course, that was what it would of sounded like if Jesus wasn't so surprised. It was actually more like, "Stop... Violation... Fine..."
Bob put on his goggles. He wasn't expecting company. "It's okay! Its just a portal for the endermen to go back to their plane!"
The elites sprang forward. They charged Bob. The endermen teleported next to them. There was a snap, and the team of men no longer had a complete spine.
"What... What are you doing? Don't kill them!" Bob-Ray was worried. He unsheathed his scythe. "Stand back! Don't hurt me! Don't make me URGH" Scythe went straight through his heart. The endermen were soulless creatures.
Luke stayed inside the portal's rings. All I have to say for him.
Jesus drew his sword. This was the moment that created his entire memory. A mistake. He charged forward. He was quick. The Endermen were quicker. Grabbed out of his charged, flew through the air, and landed on the big, red, starting button.
"Fuck"
Famous last word. The second it was on, “boom” the end. Literally, “The End.”
The Entire End.
All of the End.
The End.
End.
Endermen, Enderdragons, Ender Realm, whatever! The energies released from that portal killed everyone, every thing, and messed up every block at least in the little town of Valhalor and about 1 mile around it. Some say you can still see their corpses being roasted by dark energies there, just sitting there as shadows.
What happened everywhere else was different. The dark energies from the portal that were released into the world were having dangerous side effects. Near the town there was a lot of block damage, and one would just be killed by the initial blast. If you were lucky enough to be inside, congratulations! You turned into an Enderman! Zombies morphed, Skeletons morphed, Endermen became Enderkings. Everything got screwed up.
Farther away you might be luckier. As the darkness swooped over the land, plunging it into eternal night, people were turned. These energies weren't as powerful. They just turned people into less dangerous "Enderkids" These werent as dangerous as the other Ender Creatures, but these were fast. The people turned and killed the weak, and only the strong lived. There's one famous tale of a wedding on that day, and the second before the kiss, the groom turned. The woman he was getting married to had to watch as he ripped out her organs.
Of course, those who could fight off the evil beasts, lived through it. Several strongholds popped up as safety for the people who lived. Zeal became of the most famous strongholds. The story of Zeal was a long and mightly one. But for now, all I'll say is that through the endless raids of the Ender, The mighty Kainzo and Aperdite stood strong but grew weak and old. Sometime the Beasts of the Ender get through.
And that’s where I come in. Roughly 5 generations (Or 350 years) since that faithful day. Kainzo and Apherdite still rule together, weak in their old age. The city is protected by guardsmen now, but they cannot ever match the powere that Kainzo and Apherdite once had. Now, I didn’t expect much to happen other then the occasional raiders coming through (who then proceeded to get owned and die) but what did I know? What happened got me here, and writing this story. That day changed the entire Darkland.
But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about the beasts that wandered the Darkland. You’re probably wondering about how this apocalypse happened, and more importantly, the story of me.
Now, The End of All Things started in a little town called Valhalor, due to one stupid necromancer, who brought everything wrong in the world about.
“What do you mean I’m getting kicked out of the town?!” Bob-Ray yelled.
“You made a fucking portal in the middle of the town! We got pigmen in our attics! In our basements! Even in our Chests! Get out!” “Jesus” is what the mayor of the town called himself. Jesus was usually a nice person, out going, friendly, and usually helpful. But when it came to mistakes, He had no patience whatsoever. What Bob-Ray did really ticked him off.
“It wasn’t my fault! I had to! Otherwise the stress from the nether would collapse in parts of the world! See, our two dimensions are closely intertwined, and if I didn't the-” Bob blinked. Jesus just slammed the door in his face and left. "Fine, I'll go away."
Bob was a necromancer. A particularly stupid necromancer that knew nothing about the job. Most of what he thought he was doing came from science fiction books he read. So mostly just useless shit. No really knew how in Kainzo’s name he got his job.
“At least I can still work on my, heh, project.” This project was located directly under the town hall. A giant cave to be exact. His friend, who liked to parade around dressed as monsters, (A fitting friend for the necromancer) was his connection to the town, now he was out. His name was, Luke, the smart one of the duo. Without Luke, Bob would of been captured long ago.
“C’mon Ray, you should just give yourself up so you get in less trouble.”
“No! I need to do this!. So the endermen can go back to their plane!” This project, was a portal. No, not a portal, a freaking WORMHOLE. Bob speculated that there was another realm that the endermen were coming from. He wanted to get rid of them. But, it was the other way around.
Now back to the portal. This thing was a gigantic wormhole portal. Made out of Ender-Pearl Infused Diamond blocks, this was one that even the richest person in Zeal would gasp at. It was actually rather cheap, for the exchange rate at the time was 2 diamonds for one gold ingot. But Bob wanted a lot of room. "The bigger the better!" He always said. So he made it dangerously large. For the portal to work, it really only needed to be 4x4. But Bob-Ray, the bringer of all things end, made it 45x45.
Now how would one go about making a portal like this? Do you break the laws of physics? Do you hire people? Do you do it by hand? No. None of the above. You hire endermen. Except Bob didn't hire endermen. They came by themselves. Thirteen Endermen helping create The End. Thirteen tall, skinny, pitch black figures moving slowly through the cave, all working towards one goal; building the super-portal.
"Add that block there. You, add your energy to that block. More redstone!" They followed every command. Every single one of Bob's idiotic commands. The endermen worked for reasons neither Bob or Luke understood. They were just, there. But meanwhile during the entire operation, one man with his group were looking for someone.
"I got a track on Bob-Ray. He's under town hall. Probably living under a cardboard box." Jesus said to his guardsmen. Jesus was a smart man. He knew Bob's habits. He was sure Bob-ray wouldn't actually leave. So, he got a track on him, and what he was about to do was kick him out, again. Or so he though.
"Come on! Just dig! Don't worry its just dirt!" Jesus had assembled a group of elite men. These men consisted of some of the strongest guys in the world. Why so many men to stop one man? Again, Jesus knew Bob-Ray's habits. He knew he was probably doing something so stupid it would be incredibly dangerous. Oh boy, did he not expect what was going to happen next.
The wall of the cave was just removed for Jesus's men to go through. They stopped in their tracks. Who wouldn't? Two somewhat normal guys working on a giant portal underneath your own town is something to be surprised at. Oh, and the working endermen helped.
Bob took no notice. Luke hid. The endermen would occasionally glance at the men but still continue working. The men never moved.
Luke backed up. Jesus and his elites were here. Also, Bob looked surprisingly evil, he thought. Maybe he shouldn't be helping? Maybe he should just give himself up? Luke rested against the inner ring of the portal. He really hope he wouldn't die or get arrested today.
“You there! Stop! You violated the law! Pay the town a fine or serve your sentence. Your items are now forfeit." Of course, that was what it would of sounded like if Jesus wasn't so surprised. It was actually more like, "Stop... Violation... Fine..."
Bob put on his goggles. He wasn't expecting company. "It's okay! Its just a portal for the endermen to go back to their plane!"
The elites sprang forward. They charged Bob. The endermen teleported next to them. There was a snap, and the team of men no longer had a complete spine.
"What... What are you doing? Don't kill them!" Bob-Ray was worried. He unsheathed his scythe. "Stand back! Don't hurt me! Don't make me URGH" Scythe went straight through his heart. The endermen were soulless creatures.
Luke stayed inside the portal's rings. All I have to say for him.
Jesus drew his sword. This was the moment that created his entire memory. A mistake. He charged forward. He was quick. The Endermen were quicker. Grabbed out of his charged, flew through the air, and landed on the big, red, starting button.
"Fuck"
Famous last word. The second it was on, “boom” the end. Literally, “The End.”
The Entire End.
All of the End.
The End.
End.
Endermen, Enderdragons, Ender Realm, whatever! The energies released from that portal killed everyone, every thing, and messed up every block at least in the little town of Valhalor and about 1 mile around it. Some say you can still see their corpses being roasted by dark energies there, just sitting there as shadows.
What happened everywhere else was different. The dark energies from the portal that were released into the world were having dangerous side effects. Near the town there was a lot of block damage, and one would just be killed by the initial blast. If you were lucky enough to be inside, congratulations! You turned into an Enderman! Zombies morphed, Skeletons morphed, Endermen became Enderkings. Everything got screwed up.
Farther away you might be luckier. As the darkness swooped over the land, plunging it into eternal night, people were turned. These energies weren't as powerful. They just turned people into less dangerous "Enderkids" These werent as dangerous as the other Ender Creatures, but these were fast. The people turned and killed the weak, and only the strong lived. There's one famous tale of a wedding on that day, and the second before the kiss, the groom turned. The woman he was getting married to had to watch as he ripped out her organs.
Of course, those who could fight off the evil beasts, lived through it. Several strongholds popped up as safety for the people who lived. Zeal became of the most famous strongholds. The story of Zeal was a long and mightly one. But for now, all I'll say is that through the endless raids of the Ender, The mighty Kainzo and Aperdite stood strong but grew weak and old. Sometime the Beasts of the Ender get through.
And that’s where I come in. Roughly 5 generations (Or 350 years) since that faithful day. Kainzo and Apherdite still rule together, weak in their old age. The city is protected by guardsmen now, but they cannot ever match the powere that Kainzo and Apherdite once had. Now, I didn’t expect much to happen other then the occasional raiders coming through (who then proceeded to get owned and die) but what did I know? What happened got me here, and writing this story. That day changed the entire Darkland.
Chapter One
We sat around the circular table. None of our facial expressions ever moved. There was
a quick flash of eyes, as their gaze darted from card to card in our hands. A pile of cards sat in the center table, still. A set of eyes looked at the muscular man sitting at an angle from him. His mouth started to move.
“Got any... Threes?”
The man sitting across from him moved his eyebrows in thought. He glanced at his cards, looking for a card with the number “three” on it.
“No,” He said coming to a happy realization. “Go Fish”
The other man reached towards the pile and grabbed a card. The smile on his face meant it was the card he was looking for. He set down a pair of four.
“I win. I always win.”
It was true. The man sitting on the table always won. I always thought it was a mix of luck, Zapah’s lack of strategy, and the fact I never tried. Kophka was the man’s name. Named after his “grandfather,” recently deceased. Strongest magic wielder there was in the entity of Zeal. The one who always argued with Zapah the warrior. I always thought that if he wanted to, he could destroy us in a flash of his hands and a word from his mouth.
“How do you do that?” The warrior glanced at Kophka’s hand of cards. He then looked at his own. “Wait, how is that possible?! I have two threes in my hand!”
“Those are twos.”
“Oh”
The warrior was not the smartest. If you haven’t realized it yet, Zapah was his name. Strong, tall, and not the sharpest knife in the drawer, what he did not have in intellect, he made it up in muscles. He chopped his was through enemies with his Diamond Axe, called “Hammer.”
“I think you cheated.”
“Prove it”
“You cheated”
“That’s not proof”
I chuckled. Zapah and Kophka always fought each other. It was like Black and White, Water and Fire, “Him” and Kainzo.
“Stop fighting. You know that Kophka’s the smartest one in this room.”
And then there was me. The “humble” rogue. The one with the sword that slashed when and where he wanted to. The one that couldn’t defend himself for shit. Kophka has his spells to stop the enemy before they reached him, and Zapah had his axe. What did I have? A stone sword. Nothing good.
“How do you know, you don’t even have a real name!”
Unfortunately, that was true. My parents were avid tabletop role-players and named me a name that I’m pretty sure isn’t real.
“Stop arguing with Zapah, Joe.”
Yes. My name was Joe.
“Let’s just go and kill some enderkids, I heard there was a large group outside the border,” Zapah suggested.
There was talk about more and more groups of ender-things outside the safe haven of zeal. Once you get out of the border of the land protected by the powers of Kainzo and Apherdite, you would be on your own.
“Lets just stay back. Large groups of Enderkids usually attract Endermen.” Kophka did not like fighting, even though he could cast spells. He just stood back and used his “trustly slingshot” to fling rocks at them. If they got close enough, he would just kill them with his spells. I don’t know why he didn’t just use his spells in the first place.
“I’m going.” He glanced at Kophka. “If your man enough to come with me, you can join me.”
I sighed. I walked towards Zapah. Kophka did the same. We started up the staircase out of our basement and headed to go outside the border.
a quick flash of eyes, as their gaze darted from card to card in our hands. A pile of cards sat in the center table, still. A set of eyes looked at the muscular man sitting at an angle from him. His mouth started to move.
“Got any... Threes?”
The man sitting across from him moved his eyebrows in thought. He glanced at his cards, looking for a card with the number “three” on it.
“No,” He said coming to a happy realization. “Go Fish”
The other man reached towards the pile and grabbed a card. The smile on his face meant it was the card he was looking for. He set down a pair of four.
“I win. I always win.”
It was true. The man sitting on the table always won. I always thought it was a mix of luck, Zapah’s lack of strategy, and the fact I never tried. Kophka was the man’s name. Named after his “grandfather,” recently deceased. Strongest magic wielder there was in the entity of Zeal. The one who always argued with Zapah the warrior. I always thought that if he wanted to, he could destroy us in a flash of his hands and a word from his mouth.
“How do you do that?” The warrior glanced at Kophka’s hand of cards. He then looked at his own. “Wait, how is that possible?! I have two threes in my hand!”
“Those are twos.”
“Oh”
The warrior was not the smartest. If you haven’t realized it yet, Zapah was his name. Strong, tall, and not the sharpest knife in the drawer, what he did not have in intellect, he made it up in muscles. He chopped his was through enemies with his Diamond Axe, called “Hammer.”
“I think you cheated.”
“Prove it”
“You cheated”
“That’s not proof”
I chuckled. Zapah and Kophka always fought each other. It was like Black and White, Water and Fire, “Him” and Kainzo.
“Stop fighting. You know that Kophka’s the smartest one in this room.”
And then there was me. The “humble” rogue. The one with the sword that slashed when and where he wanted to. The one that couldn’t defend himself for shit. Kophka has his spells to stop the enemy before they reached him, and Zapah had his axe. What did I have? A stone sword. Nothing good.
“How do you know, you don’t even have a real name!”
Unfortunately, that was true. My parents were avid tabletop role-players and named me a name that I’m pretty sure isn’t real.
“Stop arguing with Zapah, Joe.”
Yes. My name was Joe.
“Let’s just go and kill some enderkids, I heard there was a large group outside the border,” Zapah suggested.
There was talk about more and more groups of ender-things outside the safe haven of zeal. Once you get out of the border of the land protected by the powers of Kainzo and Apherdite, you would be on your own.
“Lets just stay back. Large groups of Enderkids usually attract Endermen.” Kophka did not like fighting, even though he could cast spells. He just stood back and used his “trustly slingshot” to fling rocks at them. If they got close enough, he would just kill them with his spells. I don’t know why he didn’t just use his spells in the first place.
“I’m going.” He glanced at Kophka. “If your man enough to come with me, you can join me.”
I sighed. I walked towards Zapah. Kophka did the same. We started up the staircase out of our basement and headed to go outside the border.
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Update! After two weeks or so. But just a warning, this isn't that good.
