#minecraft logs

[bagel53]

she came out sooo cute im soooo happy! :3

[bagel53]

weve also got twin iconsss :D

[bagel53]

we alllll want jungle to be cunty right? just me? ok....

[bagel53]

more logs! more logs!!!

[bagel53]

tell me that birch wont wear zebra clothes and ill look at you like you just said the earth is flat.

[bagel53]

me when lolita goth spruce:

if you cant read what i wrote it says that since there's no Christianity there are no crosses (unless you count herobrian...) so i put eyes of ender instead of crosses!

[infinitecountabledarkness]

Log #3

I needed glass.

So I sailed… past the seven oceans… to reach the river right behind where I live.

Found a really tall mountain with holes in its side. Definitely not a Chekhov’s gun that I’ll venture into someday.

Collected some sand and, on the way back, stumbled upon a massive pumpkin patch. Took what I could and headed home.

Smelted the sand into glass. Thanks to that, my house is close to completion now.

I still live in the caves, though, so it’s always a hassle every morning, driving out the creepers that spawn inside my house. Buggers.

They explode 50% of the time, all the time.

But my hatred isn’t for them. It’s for the skeletons.

Bane of my existence, those scrawny fucks.

Do they use sniper scopes? Stormtroopers got nothing on them.

Anyway...

I made a copper golem. His name is Co’poral Coppy Coppa. He’s a copper who arrests robbers, retired, took a bullet to the knee (do they even have knees?), and now works at my logistics facility, aka the storage room.

He’s a bit of a dumbass, but I love him. If you hate him, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’s not gonna be pretty.

— AN

[jasussiriyun]

Rashid's minecraft notes/analysis reads the following;

Armand and I tirelessly adventurer through the caves the other night. A lot of malicious mobs have spawned. Several creepers roaming around the dark pits of the cave. We fender ourselves for what seemed like hours until we found a clearing.

Long narrow halls or stone and andresite. Faint echoing sounds of what I could only describe as "glorps" and "throat cruckles"

We stumbled upon mushed blocks of obsidian colour, glowing some blue or white hue, tentacles reaching from of them.

The closer we drew to a wooden, carpeted structure illuminated by pink dimly lit lanters, we became rather fearful.

Darkness would come off and on like a power surge until we heard a terrifying shrill...

-R.Z.

11-21-20XX