Return of the E-Pranker: Part 1
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mindcrackloveTechnically speaking, this should be a mystery, however, I bet most of you know where this is going. Either way, I am having fun writing it so you can expect more soon
When Bdubs woke he was greeted by the sound of fire. The gentle crackling rousing him from his slumber. He shot out of bed- fear of his house burning down waking him up far faster than any cup of coffee ever could- only to nearly run face first into a wall of signs, set on nether rack and topped by fire. He exhaled with relief when he understood that his house was not on fire, but that did little to soothe his racing heart. He looked at the signs and frowned, they were blank save for the last sign, "I'm back! Did you miss me?"
His eyes brows furrowed in confusion. Who's back? He stepped around the sign. It seemed that nothing else was out of place. But there had to be something.
He turned back to sign, what did it mean? He ran circles around his house in search of a prank. He checked his bathroom, living room, kitchen, then his basement. His chests were all in order and he found no more fire. He went back to the sign empty handed and even more confused. Experimentally, he tore up the floor boards around it, there was no redstone, no hidden chests, no dispensers. Nothing. He wasn't one to give up, but could it be that there was nothing to find? He hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck as he stared dumb founded. He was beginning to believe that the signs were just a taunt, meant to set him on edge (Which they had done a good job of). By chance he glanced out his window to realize that he had wasted half his morning on a wild chicken chase. With an angry curse and a silent promise to find who ever left him the sign, he gathered his supplies and got ready for a day of working on Etho's arena. The signs had set him on edge far more than he cared to admit and it took him three tries to make it out his front door. (He really should switch it to a pressure plate, but he was determined to be stubborn and keep the button).
He stepped outside and immediately felt like an idiot. His front lawn was covered in E's, his jaw dropping at the sheer number. A near perfect repeat of a prank that almost drove him mad the first time. The only difference being that these E's weren't snow and ice, but rather nether rack and netherbrick, topped in fire and draped in lava. In the center stood a portal, an open invitation to almost certain death. Yet, Bdubs felt a familiar surge of courage, a automatic need to survive and outwit the E pranker- for who else could it be- for a second time. He took a step forward and another, walking slowly to the portal looming before him. Knowing full well that the other side could be trapped, he let the swirling purple nausea inducing death trap take him where it would, and stepped through.
And did not step directly into a lava pool, though that brought him little relief. Instead, there was a mine cart waiting for him. The track led down a one wide path into the wall. He didn't trust it. If this was the E-pranker, everything was a trap. He pulled out his pick and began digging a path through the wall to walk beside the track, wary of every small noise. Waiting with nervous dread for the sound of a piston firing or the inevitable hiss of TNT. A ghast shrieked and he jumped, pick swinging wildly. He narrowly missed a zombie pigman standing on the track and he resolved to be more careful even as he told himself that it was skill and not just blind luck that let his pick pass just behind the pigman.
The heat of the nether made him thirsty and his pick was wearing down. As he walked and his legs grew tired, he was tempted to use the track if only to preserve his food and rest his legs, but he didn't dare. He looked at the track and for a moment actually considered using it. A pigman came around the corner at that moment and walked into him. He gasped and blocked with his sword, momentarily believing that it understood the universal sign of peace. The pigman didn't attack, though it had little to do with that. He relaxed but took that as warning against using the track-however walking on it couldn't hurt. Creating his own path beside it was more to make him feel safe than anything else, he would see a trap on the rails before he triggered it. The chance that there was a player sensor near the track that was going to drop the floor out from under him was slim. Right?
Bdubs placed a foot on it, testing his weight before stepping on it fully. He could walk quite a bit faster on the track, if it didn't kill him. Up ahead he spotted a flash of gold. He walked hesitantly towards it then knelt to examine the golden track. After a few pokes and prods he was certain it was a powered rail and not an activator rail. He let out a breath of relief, then sucked another in when he noticed the spots of gold running down the track. He certainly hoped he would know an activator rail when he saw one.
He didn't see any, or run out of food, or die of exhaustion before he reached the end and a part of him couldn't believe that his luck had held out for so long. He reached the portal unscathed, if you didn't count the heart he was missing due to a rogue lava flow that he accidentally jumped into when he heard a ghast. He stood a little straighter and congratulated himself for out witting the E pranker, pride giving him courage to continue. Bdubs took a nervous step through the portal and instantly felt like he had walked back in time.
Before him stood his arena. It loomed above him, a towering mass of sandstone. What! How? But this . . . there was no way . . . took him weeks to build this! His jaw fell open, yet again and he didn't bother to close it as he walked around the out side expecting the back to be missing or such, but it was all there. Every one of the thousands of blocks if his eyes weren't deceiving him. He ran his fingers along the sandstone, happy memories rushing to fill his head. He grinned up at the entry way, but he couldn't hide his confusion. As happy as he was, he had no idea what was going on. (Though to tell the truth, he didn't usually). Immediately, his brain rushed to think of an answer that could explain what he was seeing. Maybe Guude let someone import it in as gift to him. But Guude would never allow cheating and that still didn't explain the E pranker or who did this. Who? That was the question, who would do this and why. Try as he might, no answer made sense. Zisteau came to mind. He was known to do massive builds, and he was the E pranker before, and there was a lot of fire. Maybe it was Zisteau. Bdubs would have to find out.
Walking into the arena, he noticed the sign and weird blocks in the center almost instantly, and walked towards them. So engrossed was he in the mystery that he didn't see the tripwire until he was on top of it. He was still alive moments later so he cautiously stepped forward, then broke into a run, hoping to clear the danger zone. He reached the middle of room, where a line of blocks stretched across it. Ice, TNT, a space, red wool, anvil, soulsand, another space, TNT, hay bale, enchantment table, a space, pumpkin, ice, gravel, mycelium, anvil, and a noteblock from left to right. Bdubs looked at the strange pattern of blocks then the sign beside them which had one word written upon it; "Boom?"
He pondered what the sign could mean for moment before he heard the click of redstone beneath his feet. The entire arena began to hiss. There was no where he could run, he could hear the priming of explosives coming form all directions. The sound of thousands of angry creepers all intent on his death. The first explosion rocketed him up into the air, destroying the sign and setting off the TNT in the line of blocks. It was only by blocking that Bdubs survived the blast. He landed roughly on his knees, coughing on the dust of crumbling sandstone and was launched back into the air by a second wave of TNT before he had had time to regen any hearts. As he fell towards the crater, he looked out at the arena, blown to such smithereens, no would ever believe him that it was once complete. He wasn't sure he quite believed himself.
BdoubleO100 fell from a high place.
When he respawned in his bed and opened his eyes to the nearly empty sign wall, he could have sworn that the fire was cackling rather than crackling. Laughing at his misfortune. He didn't know who or why, but they were indeed back. Of that much he was certain.
When Bdubs woke he was greeted by the sound of fire. The gentle crackling rousing him from his slumber. He shot out of bed- fear of his house burning down waking him up far faster than any cup of coffee ever could- only to nearly run face first into a wall of signs, set on nether rack and topped by fire. He exhaled with relief when he understood that his house was not on fire, but that did little to soothe his racing heart. He looked at the signs and frowned, they were blank save for the last sign, "I'm back! Did you miss me?"
His eyes brows furrowed in confusion. Who's back? He stepped around the sign. It seemed that nothing else was out of place. But there had to be something.
He turned back to sign, what did it mean? He ran circles around his house in search of a prank. He checked his bathroom, living room, kitchen, then his basement. His chests were all in order and he found no more fire. He went back to the sign empty handed and even more confused. Experimentally, he tore up the floor boards around it, there was no redstone, no hidden chests, no dispensers. Nothing. He wasn't one to give up, but could it be that there was nothing to find? He hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck as he stared dumb founded. He was beginning to believe that the signs were just a taunt, meant to set him on edge (Which they had done a good job of). By chance he glanced out his window to realize that he had wasted half his morning on a wild chicken chase. With an angry curse and a silent promise to find who ever left him the sign, he gathered his supplies and got ready for a day of working on Etho's arena. The signs had set him on edge far more than he cared to admit and it took him three tries to make it out his front door. (He really should switch it to a pressure plate, but he was determined to be stubborn and keep the button).
He stepped outside and immediately felt like an idiot. His front lawn was covered in E's, his jaw dropping at the sheer number. A near perfect repeat of a prank that almost drove him mad the first time. The only difference being that these E's weren't snow and ice, but rather nether rack and netherbrick, topped in fire and draped in lava. In the center stood a portal, an open invitation to almost certain death. Yet, Bdubs felt a familiar surge of courage, a automatic need to survive and outwit the E pranker- for who else could it be- for a second time. He took a step forward and another, walking slowly to the portal looming before him. Knowing full well that the other side could be trapped, he let the swirling purple nausea inducing death trap take him where it would, and stepped through.
And did not step directly into a lava pool, though that brought him little relief. Instead, there was a mine cart waiting for him. The track led down a one wide path into the wall. He didn't trust it. If this was the E-pranker, everything was a trap. He pulled out his pick and began digging a path through the wall to walk beside the track, wary of every small noise. Waiting with nervous dread for the sound of a piston firing or the inevitable hiss of TNT. A ghast shrieked and he jumped, pick swinging wildly. He narrowly missed a zombie pigman standing on the track and he resolved to be more careful even as he told himself that it was skill and not just blind luck that let his pick pass just behind the pigman.
The heat of the nether made him thirsty and his pick was wearing down. As he walked and his legs grew tired, he was tempted to use the track if only to preserve his food and rest his legs, but he didn't dare. He looked at the track and for a moment actually considered using it. A pigman came around the corner at that moment and walked into him. He gasped and blocked with his sword, momentarily believing that it understood the universal sign of peace. The pigman didn't attack, though it had little to do with that. He relaxed but took that as warning against using the track-however walking on it couldn't hurt. Creating his own path beside it was more to make him feel safe than anything else, he would see a trap on the rails before he triggered it. The chance that there was a player sensor near the track that was going to drop the floor out from under him was slim. Right?
Bdubs placed a foot on it, testing his weight before stepping on it fully. He could walk quite a bit faster on the track, if it didn't kill him. Up ahead he spotted a flash of gold. He walked hesitantly towards it then knelt to examine the golden track. After a few pokes and prods he was certain it was a powered rail and not an activator rail. He let out a breath of relief, then sucked another in when he noticed the spots of gold running down the track. He certainly hoped he would know an activator rail when he saw one.
He didn't see any, or run out of food, or die of exhaustion before he reached the end and a part of him couldn't believe that his luck had held out for so long. He reached the portal unscathed, if you didn't count the heart he was missing due to a rogue lava flow that he accidentally jumped into when he heard a ghast. He stood a little straighter and congratulated himself for out witting the E pranker, pride giving him courage to continue. Bdubs took a nervous step through the portal and instantly felt like he had walked back in time.
Before him stood his arena. It loomed above him, a towering mass of sandstone. What! How? But this . . . there was no way . . . took him weeks to build this! His jaw fell open, yet again and he didn't bother to close it as he walked around the out side expecting the back to be missing or such, but it was all there. Every one of the thousands of blocks if his eyes weren't deceiving him. He ran his fingers along the sandstone, happy memories rushing to fill his head. He grinned up at the entry way, but he couldn't hide his confusion. As happy as he was, he had no idea what was going on. (Though to tell the truth, he didn't usually). Immediately, his brain rushed to think of an answer that could explain what he was seeing. Maybe Guude let someone import it in as gift to him. But Guude would never allow cheating and that still didn't explain the E pranker or who did this. Who? That was the question, who would do this and why. Try as he might, no answer made sense. Zisteau came to mind. He was known to do massive builds, and he was the E pranker before, and there was a lot of fire. Maybe it was Zisteau. Bdubs would have to find out.
Walking into the arena, he noticed the sign and weird blocks in the center almost instantly, and walked towards them. So engrossed was he in the mystery that he didn't see the tripwire until he was on top of it. He was still alive moments later so he cautiously stepped forward, then broke into a run, hoping to clear the danger zone. He reached the middle of room, where a line of blocks stretched across it. Ice, TNT, a space, red wool, anvil, soulsand, another space, TNT, hay bale, enchantment table, a space, pumpkin, ice, gravel, mycelium, anvil, and a noteblock from left to right. Bdubs looked at the strange pattern of blocks then the sign beside them which had one word written upon it; "Boom?"
He pondered what the sign could mean for moment before he heard the click of redstone beneath his feet. The entire arena began to hiss. There was no where he could run, he could hear the priming of explosives coming form all directions. The sound of thousands of angry creepers all intent on his death. The first explosion rocketed him up into the air, destroying the sign and setting off the TNT in the line of blocks. It was only by blocking that Bdubs survived the blast. He landed roughly on his knees, coughing on the dust of crumbling sandstone and was launched back into the air by a second wave of TNT before he had had time to regen any hearts. As he fell towards the crater, he looked out at the arena, blown to such smithereens, no would ever believe him that it was once complete. He wasn't sure he quite believed himself.
BdoubleO100 fell from a high place.
When he respawned in his bed and opened his eyes to the nearly empty sign wall, he could have sworn that the fire was cackling rather than crackling. Laughing at his misfortune. He didn't know who or why, but they were indeed back. Of that much he was certain.
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