The Minecraftin Tales

Creation is the choice to first destroy then to pick up the pieces of that deed and repurpose what you have destroyed. Or that is how it is in games. If you never destroy then you could never build. Destroy a tree to create a home, if you still had bits of wood left over you build tools to help you destroy farther to build form more materials. Then it keeps going on and on till the line of destroying and creating blur to godly acts.

Or that is how it works in games.

My name is Rob, Rob Simpson. I’ve been waiting for this convention for weeks, if not months. Sadly most of my money for this convention was put into buying the tickets, getting a ride, and merchandise leaving me without the possibly to buy or create an over the top belts and buckles costume. Sure I don't have to wear a costume but that's part of the fun of going to a con in the first part!

So I looked and look, thought as hard as I could before something came to mind almost instantly. As soon as I thought of it I had a light blue shirt and dark blue jeans laid somewhere special, so I wouldn't wear them and couldn't find them in the pile of dirty clothes or be in the dryer. I slip them on loving how well they fitted me, I next pick up the large boxy Steve helmet.

I walk to mirror to look at myself, “Looking good Robby!”

I pose in different poses, even imitating the actions of swinging a sword, or bring down a pickaxe on an stone block. Each one surprisingly look like the avatar action if they were human, “I should try out for acting classes.”

I shrug, looking around for the the foam Diamond Pickaxe. I sear for a few moment before seeing it hanging on the wall with a note as a joke to myself, “If Zombies, sword is another room.”

I giggle at my small, little joke to myself. I grab it off the wall and hymns as I hold it in my hands. The foam giving into my fingers easily, “I'm a diggy diggy dwarf.”

With a final reference I head to my car and drive the the local con area.

I stand awestruck by the event in front of me, countless people crammed into this area, all brought together by a love for a form of art. Gaming.

I walk into the main hall which hosted the major, attention grabbing names and titles. Each looking more and more wonderful than the next. I see so many triple A titles lined up, showing off products for anyone interested enough to simply, walk up to and buy off their table. It's amazing to watch as I casually stroll in, the pickaxe hanging on my back, almost forgotten in my wonderment. I tighten my grip on it and smile as I head off down a hall to explore and browse.

I make my way down one the splintering branches. Each stall looking to be filled with worthwhile merchandise and other goodies. I keep walking but the glint of light being caught on something catches my attention, it makes me turn to where the source of it was.

A stall located in a place that seems it shouldn't exist. I walk to the perversion of space and time, where the shady dealer smiles and bows his head to me, “Welcome soon to be god. Browse my wares, I do not ask much.”

I can't help but look at it. I see so many things, so much it seems they shouldn't fit on this desk. As if space was folded on top of this table allowing so much more things to exist on it then there should.

I feel my hand grab a sword. I bring it to view. It's made of pure diamond, weirdly it should weigh more but it feels like a feather in my hand, “How much?” My wallet already out of my pocket, the Diamond sword replacing it in a flash of energy but I take no mind to it, giggling madly at the chance to own the beautiful sword.

The shady merchant opens my wallet and takes a few bills, “That is all I require from you.” I nod to him as I turn and walk away, the sword back in my hand as I can faintly see three items in pixel form. A wallet, a pickaxe, then a sword.

The odd space we were in morphed then seems to shift revealing a portal, but my mind does not warn or stop me from walking into it.

I fall a short distance, my full functional mind returning. It screams shortly as does my fall seem to last. I land on a bed which a small, girlish epp comes from as the covers ride down to reveal a white horse with strange features.

The overall impression leaves the thought of a human face. But the deviations denounced her, judging by the small scream, as not human. Long snout, long ears which are slightly floppy in an adorable way, a long and I mean LONG horn easily the size of my forearm, then to large eyes with a almost motherly look in them.

She speaks to me, ”Come here often?”

“Only when you are sleeping.” With that the horn glows slightly then a sense of exhaustion set in. The world going a tint of blue and slowly darkening till I feel my mind slip into a dreamless state.