Isi's Mindcrack Mod Adventures, Part 17
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mindcrackloveLet's see how lucky we get today. Previously on Isi's Mindcrack Mod Adventures:
This is all your fault, Anderz. You just had to glitch out and die, didn't you?
I depart from the village once again, still going mostly north, but skewing west this time. Maybe eventually I'll start going south and loop back, but not before I find new areas. This forest looks new. I found my still living Anderz in a forest, you know. Maybe that's my superstitions kicking in again, believing on some level that the biome matters. It can't really be true; I've found people in all sorts of-- hang on....
That's him! I don't believe it! We're done! Come on, guy, let's get you back.
Let me just get out my wheat, and... hey, come on, why aren't you following? Don't worry. For you, I only got the good stuff. Home grown. Why aren't you following?
I walk up to him again, and I swear, through no will of my own, the wheat in my hand swings and hits him, and complete tragedy occurs.
He's still taking damage. Oh god, stop taking damage, oh god what's going on, STOP IT WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
....
.................
That did not just happen. WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? I... what.... just... guh.
Well, I guess I have to do this now.
This isn't fair.
You know what? No, that sign won't do. Take that off.
Sigh. I guess today isn't our lucky day.
I must atone for my sins. I don't even know what I did to offend him, but I don't feel right. I empty my inventory save for nearly a stack of blocks and just tower up.
Goodbye, cruel world.
Of course, I already had a bed down that I used while I was making the sign for Anderz, so there's really no loss in me doing this, but I thought it might trigger something in the divine entities cursing every Anderz I find to suffocate terribly. It's those superstitions again, right? The last time I died, the fiasco surrounding that ended with me finding Pyrao. Plus, I feel oddly responsible for this accident. A slip of the finger, and suddenly he was pushed enough into the tree to suffocate. And of course the reason he couldn't follow me was because he was stuck in a one wide area. I knew these guys are two wide. How could I be so stupid?! I just had to knock down the tree or dig out some of the dirt and everything would have been fine.
But now it's not fine. Once again I spend several more days wandering the same forest on the chance there's another to be found. No, of course my suicide stunt wouldn't work, and there's no resurrecting him from the cake he dropped. Maybe if I threw all my items away and found a hole to fall in, to make it more authentic... but I don't do that. It would just slow me down. And I would still feel awful.
Eventually I start looping south. I find a swamp. A swamp populated by an awful lot of Nebrises.
Well now I have to look around to make sure if this is the Cheaty Swamp.
Eventually I see a previously placed torch. Further still I find the edge of the desert. It is indeed the Cheaty Swamp. Man, I haven't been here in ages. Nostalgia.
Wait a minute. There was another Arkas here in the Cheaty Swamp all along? I didn't have to go all the way out to Beefy Empire in the icy east to find my second Arkas? Ugh, whatever. It doesn't matter now.
In my head I'm still thinking about Anderz. I realize my progression of emotions was a perfect mirror of the stages of grief, at least the five stage model I'm familiar with. First, denial. I was too shocked when he was taking suffocation damage that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't believe it. Next, anger. My first instinct when leaving a memorial sign was an angry one. Then I took it back, asking him to come back. There's stage three: bargaining. I even thought leaping to my death might do something. When it became clear that didn't work, I settled into stage four: depression. Stage five is acceptance. Still waiting on that.
For now, we're back in a familiar place, and it feels odd being here, after so much has happened. I'm going to head back out soon, further north, the way I came. I can't go home yet. Not now.
Next time: ....
This is all your fault, Anderz. You just had to glitch out and die, didn't you?
I depart from the village once again, still going mostly north, but skewing west this time. Maybe eventually I'll start going south and loop back, but not before I find new areas. This forest looks new. I found my still living Anderz in a forest, you know. Maybe that's my superstitions kicking in again, believing on some level that the biome matters. It can't really be true; I've found people in all sorts of-- hang on....
That's him! I don't believe it! We're done! Come on, guy, let's get you back.
Let me just get out my wheat, and... hey, come on, why aren't you following? Don't worry. For you, I only got the good stuff. Home grown. Why aren't you following?
I walk up to him again, and I swear, through no will of my own, the wheat in my hand swings and hits him, and complete tragedy occurs.
He's still taking damage. Oh god, stop taking damage, oh god what's going on, STOP IT WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
....
.................
That did not just happen. WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? I... what.... just... guh.
Well, I guess I have to do this now.
This isn't fair.
You know what? No, that sign won't do. Take that off.
Sigh. I guess today isn't our lucky day.
I must atone for my sins. I don't even know what I did to offend him, but I don't feel right. I empty my inventory save for nearly a stack of blocks and just tower up.
Goodbye, cruel world.
Of course, I already had a bed down that I used while I was making the sign for Anderz, so there's really no loss in me doing this, but I thought it might trigger something in the divine entities cursing every Anderz I find to suffocate terribly. It's those superstitions again, right? The last time I died, the fiasco surrounding that ended with me finding Pyrao. Plus, I feel oddly responsible for this accident. A slip of the finger, and suddenly he was pushed enough into the tree to suffocate. And of course the reason he couldn't follow me was because he was stuck in a one wide area. I knew these guys are two wide. How could I be so stupid?! I just had to knock down the tree or dig out some of the dirt and everything would have been fine.
But now it's not fine. Once again I spend several more days wandering the same forest on the chance there's another to be found. No, of course my suicide stunt wouldn't work, and there's no resurrecting him from the cake he dropped. Maybe if I threw all my items away and found a hole to fall in, to make it more authentic... but I don't do that. It would just slow me down. And I would still feel awful.
Eventually I start looping south. I find a swamp. A swamp populated by an awful lot of Nebrises.
Well now I have to look around to make sure if this is the Cheaty Swamp.
Eventually I see a previously placed torch. Further still I find the edge of the desert. It is indeed the Cheaty Swamp. Man, I haven't been here in ages. Nostalgia.
Wait a minute. There was another Arkas here in the Cheaty Swamp all along? I didn't have to go all the way out to Beefy Empire in the icy east to find my second Arkas? Ugh, whatever. It doesn't matter now.
In my head I'm still thinking about Anderz. I realize my progression of emotions was a perfect mirror of the stages of grief, at least the five stage model I'm familiar with. First, denial. I was too shocked when he was taking suffocation damage that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't believe it. Next, anger. My first instinct when leaving a memorial sign was an angry one. Then I took it back, asking him to come back. There's stage three: bargaining. I even thought leaping to my death might do something. When it became clear that didn't work, I settled into stage four: depression. Stage five is acceptance. Still waiting on that.
For now, we're back in a familiar place, and it feels odd being here, after so much has happened. I'm going to head back out soon, further north, the way I came. I can't go home yet. Not now.
Next time: ....
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Date: Wednesday, October 3rd, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)Ahhahahaa man. I feel bad laughing at your loss, but it's so funny.
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