Return of the E-Pranker: Part 2
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Everyone had their suspicions as to the nature of the E-Pranker, but Bdubs didn't just suspect people, he went around to the entire server, more throughly than he had when the E-Pranker first arose, and questioned them. Beef really had not been expecting company at the time. He wasn't the E-Pranker and nor did he think that anyone had any reason to believe it was him, but Bdubs showed up anyway. No one was safe from his wrath.
"Where were you on the night of the prank?" Beef was seated in his home on the Lilypad, and Bdubs was leaning over the table trying very hard to look intimidating.
"How am I suppose to know? I don't know when the prank was committed." Beef was not in a particularly good mood; Bdubs had interrupted his work at repairing the ice walls.
Bdubs scowled, "Point taken. Two nights ago, where were you?"
"At my steampunk village, working on the booths for the villagers." Personally Beef suspected Etho or Zisteau, but really nearly everyone on the server had motive to prank Bdubs. Him and Generik deserved it, what with all their schemes.
"Do you have any witnesses?" Funny, they had asked him the same thing. He kept claiming that there was a line of blocks. He thought that maybe it was a message, so they had him write it down and as a group they tried to decode it; if only to appease him. Either he forgot most of it or never was a message to begin with, as they could make nothing of it.
"Not unless you can understand villagers." Beef let out a small smile, he couldn't get the villagers to do anything, let alone talk.
"Don't you smart talk me!" Maybe Generik pranked him, or he pranked himself for attention. It hadn't been done before but hey, there was always time for firsts. That or maybe the "Arena" he saw was a dream. Sure, they had all seen the E's outside his house when he called a town meeting, but nothing was left on the small island but a giant crater. Bdubs had said that TNT was used, a clue that pointed to one of the redstoners, Etho, Seth, or Doc. (Though mostly Etho).
"I'm not, I swear!" Beef put his hands up in defense, though he couldn't quite keep the smile off his face. The entire situation was comical, but the E-Pranker business had put Bdubs very on edge. He looked like he hadn't got a good nights rest since it started. Beef had to feel sorry for him, no one had really offered to help him for fear of being accused.
"You better not be lying. I've got my eyes on you." Beef could tell that Bdubs had not believed a word he said. Everyone else must have had a proven alibi, and since Beef didn't, well, who knows how long before Bdubs could convince someone to arrest him. Bdubs left and soon he was just the sound of receding footsteps and angry mumbling. He made it seem like the world was ending but Beef was prepared to just let it all blow over.
Beef stood and gathered the blocks he was using when he was so unkindly interrupted, then he went back to work repairing the damage to his Lilypad.
Night was still a while away when he finished but he figured that there wasn't quite enough sunlight left to make it to his steampunk village before mobs started spawning, so he resolved to travel in the morning. The sun woke him bright and early, shining down through his leaf roof, and he got up with a smile. He filled his inventory then headed down towards his portal. Once in the nether the trip to his second portal was quick. His steps were light as he traveled down the tunnel, humming a beefy tune to himself.
Beef was surprised to find vines covering the portal. He gave them a once over, befuddled, then sighed and jumped to tear them down. Why were there vines on his portal, vines don't grow in the nether. Discarding the remains, he stepped into the portal. By the time the purple swirls had cleared from his vision he had already forgotten about the vines.
But stepping out of his air ship and looking over his village, he remembered with startling clarity. The Vining. The few on his portal were nothing compared to the jungle that his home had become. Green covered every surface imaginable. The side of every house, the bridge, the farms, not even the dirt villager breeding room was spared. Slowly, speechlessly, he turned in a circle. The breath gone from his lungs as he stared, dumbfounded. Looking up he saw vines hanging from blocks suspended in the sky, hundreds of them, so many more than the first iteration of the prank.
Quiet anger filled him as he walked slowly out of his air ship. Looking straight up for the first time, he saw the vines cascading down the balloon. Stepping into the reception room, the interior coated in green, he could only assume that the interior of the rest of his buildings would look the same. He groaned inwardly as he imagined breaking the vines that were sure to coat the tunnels on the inside of the mountain.
In his market, he couldn't see more than a block in front of him, vines forming curtains that he had to push through. Here, where they were denser, they got tangled around his legs and wrapped around his arms. He had to stop every few steps to detach himself. When he reached the bridge he saw that even his zombie customer Mark had vines draped over him.
The interior of the bridge provided no more breathing room, sunlight peeked in through the windows filtered by the vines. The light was tinged green and lit the room in dim blotches. When he reached the other side he found his way onto the roof of the bridge to look over damage. It was worse from this angle. He could see the vines hanging form the hull of his airship and they brushed the top of the water. Those at least would be easy to remove.
He couldn't help but suspect Guude. He was the culprit the first time around. He had joked that his castle needed vines, because everyone loved vines. Beef didn't have a hard time imaging his logic for a repeat of the prank.
Looking up at the blocks that littered the sky, he squinted looking for the inevitable letter G that he expected, instead, as he gazed the random sprinkling of blocks seemed to form E's. Lots and lots of E's.
Despair washed over Beef, cleaning up the first time had taken days and this, this was even worse. In the distance he saw vines on the mountain. Why him? He looked away, hoping that if he just blinked a few times he would realize that it was all a dream. When his eyes were watery he stepped down from the bridge. His feet kicked up dirt as he dragged them into towards his house. In front of his door was a sign;
"Vines ho!"
He kicked the sign, knocking it off kilter. Part of him wanted to be amazed at the dedication, the rest of him was furious. And for the first time since Bdubs had come running into the town hall, he understood. A burning need for revenge rose from his core and oh, it would be sweet.
What do you guys think was the best prank pulled on Etho?
And are any of you interested in betaing a fic for me? (Not this one)
Everyone had their suspicions as to the nature of the E-Pranker, but Bdubs didn't just suspect people, he went around to the entire server, more throughly than he had when the E-Pranker first arose, and questioned them. Beef really had not been expecting company at the time. He wasn't the E-Pranker and nor did he think that anyone had any reason to believe it was him, but Bdubs showed up anyway. No one was safe from his wrath.
"Where were you on the night of the prank?" Beef was seated in his home on the Lilypad, and Bdubs was leaning over the table trying very hard to look intimidating.
"How am I suppose to know? I don't know when the prank was committed." Beef was not in a particularly good mood; Bdubs had interrupted his work at repairing the ice walls.
Bdubs scowled, "Point taken. Two nights ago, where were you?"
"At my steampunk village, working on the booths for the villagers." Personally Beef suspected Etho or Zisteau, but really nearly everyone on the server had motive to prank Bdubs. Him and Generik deserved it, what with all their schemes.
"Do you have any witnesses?" Funny, they had asked him the same thing. He kept claiming that there was a line of blocks. He thought that maybe it was a message, so they had him write it down and as a group they tried to decode it; if only to appease him. Either he forgot most of it or never was a message to begin with, as they could make nothing of it.
"Not unless you can understand villagers." Beef let out a small smile, he couldn't get the villagers to do anything, let alone talk.
"Don't you smart talk me!" Maybe Generik pranked him, or he pranked himself for attention. It hadn't been done before but hey, there was always time for firsts. That or maybe the "Arena" he saw was a dream. Sure, they had all seen the E's outside his house when he called a town meeting, but nothing was left on the small island but a giant crater. Bdubs had said that TNT was used, a clue that pointed to one of the redstoners, Etho, Seth, or Doc. (Though mostly Etho).
"I'm not, I swear!" Beef put his hands up in defense, though he couldn't quite keep the smile off his face. The entire situation was comical, but the E-Pranker business had put Bdubs very on edge. He looked like he hadn't got a good nights rest since it started. Beef had to feel sorry for him, no one had really offered to help him for fear of being accused.
"You better not be lying. I've got my eyes on you." Beef could tell that Bdubs had not believed a word he said. Everyone else must have had a proven alibi, and since Beef didn't, well, who knows how long before Bdubs could convince someone to arrest him. Bdubs left and soon he was just the sound of receding footsteps and angry mumbling. He made it seem like the world was ending but Beef was prepared to just let it all blow over.
Beef stood and gathered the blocks he was using when he was so unkindly interrupted, then he went back to work repairing the damage to his Lilypad.
Night was still a while away when he finished but he figured that there wasn't quite enough sunlight left to make it to his steampunk village before mobs started spawning, so he resolved to travel in the morning. The sun woke him bright and early, shining down through his leaf roof, and he got up with a smile. He filled his inventory then headed down towards his portal. Once in the nether the trip to his second portal was quick. His steps were light as he traveled down the tunnel, humming a beefy tune to himself.
Beef was surprised to find vines covering the portal. He gave them a once over, befuddled, then sighed and jumped to tear them down. Why were there vines on his portal, vines don't grow in the nether. Discarding the remains, he stepped into the portal. By the time the purple swirls had cleared from his vision he had already forgotten about the vines.
But stepping out of his air ship and looking over his village, he remembered with startling clarity. The Vining. The few on his portal were nothing compared to the jungle that his home had become. Green covered every surface imaginable. The side of every house, the bridge, the farms, not even the dirt villager breeding room was spared. Slowly, speechlessly, he turned in a circle. The breath gone from his lungs as he stared, dumbfounded. Looking up he saw vines hanging from blocks suspended in the sky, hundreds of them, so many more than the first iteration of the prank.
Quiet anger filled him as he walked slowly out of his air ship. Looking straight up for the first time, he saw the vines cascading down the balloon. Stepping into the reception room, the interior coated in green, he could only assume that the interior of the rest of his buildings would look the same. He groaned inwardly as he imagined breaking the vines that were sure to coat the tunnels on the inside of the mountain.
In his market, he couldn't see more than a block in front of him, vines forming curtains that he had to push through. Here, where they were denser, they got tangled around his legs and wrapped around his arms. He had to stop every few steps to detach himself. When he reached the bridge he saw that even his zombie customer Mark had vines draped over him.
The interior of the bridge provided no more breathing room, sunlight peeked in through the windows filtered by the vines. The light was tinged green and lit the room in dim blotches. When he reached the other side he found his way onto the roof of the bridge to look over damage. It was worse from this angle. He could see the vines hanging form the hull of his airship and they brushed the top of the water. Those at least would be easy to remove.
He couldn't help but suspect Guude. He was the culprit the first time around. He had joked that his castle needed vines, because everyone loved vines. Beef didn't have a hard time imaging his logic for a repeat of the prank.
Looking up at the blocks that littered the sky, he squinted looking for the inevitable letter G that he expected, instead, as he gazed the random sprinkling of blocks seemed to form E's. Lots and lots of E's.
Despair washed over Beef, cleaning up the first time had taken days and this, this was even worse. In the distance he saw vines on the mountain. Why him? He looked away, hoping that if he just blinked a few times he would realize that it was all a dream. When his eyes were watery he stepped down from the bridge. His feet kicked up dirt as he dragged them into towards his house. In front of his door was a sign;
"Vines ho!"
He kicked the sign, knocking it off kilter. Part of him wanted to be amazed at the dedication, the rest of him was furious. And for the first time since Bdubs had come running into the town hall, he understood. A burning need for revenge rose from his core and oh, it would be sweet.
What do you guys think was the best prank pulled on Etho?
And are any of you interested in betaing a fic for me? (Not this one)
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Date: Saturday, July 19th, 2014 06:42 am (UTC)well, it all depends on the fic to beta. Details?
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