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[pisskop]

This thread was originally not this.  So, Below is its unaltered content.  Here is a link to the relevant data (nomad run)
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=120790.msg3951152#msg3951152

Nomad Rules:

-No chests.
-Once I place craftymabobers, I cannot pick them up.  This includes any device/block that can create new items.
-I must move a t least 512 blocks a day.
-Any 'nights must be spent open air, and preferably not using a pillar.  Monsters must have a fair shot at me.
-I am a carnivor, hear me roar!
-1 full day must be spent walking, including the night, before I can go underground.
-I must make at least a diamond pickaxe before I go to hell.

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  Hallu, I got a full week off from all responsibilites, and had nothing to do in that time save read, eat, sleep, and work out (and game).  So I thought I'd play an LP of minecraft.  Now, They way I play is probably different than the way you play, and minecraft is in itself boring to watch, but that's not going to stop me.
   I only play on hardcore.  In fact, its been so long since I played creative or easy that I've forgotten what flying feels like.  I also have a propensity to play on large biomes.  I've always felt that minecraft default biomes are too small to feel like a real evviornment and warrent multiple bases.  This helps by making things quite inaccessible. the nearest snow, jungle or dessert might be several miles kilometers away, much farther than any regular game.  If you start in the Ice Plains, you can probably forget about a warm house.  Although, on ocassion I have spawned in the middle of an ocean or even in stone.  Ahhh, well.
  So this lp is vanilla minecraft, hardcore, v1.4.5/6, I upgraded this morning, so any more will be 1.4.6.  Large biomes.  I consider a night/day cycle to be about a week RL.  This is supposed to be written as a journal would be, but I find I sometimes stray from that a little, I feel.  I hope this isn't too borish. . .

[pisskop]

Day 01 (retroactive diary, as in he had no ink yet)

   I snapped to with a gasp.  Water instantly filled my lungs, warning me that all was not right.  Opening my eyes, I saw darkness around me, with a tunnel of light from above.  I swam up with all my might, and soon found the crisp, refreshing air greeting my face.  Looking around, I saw a ship sailing off into the sunrise.  Hmmm, I must have fallen off somehow.  I shout at them desperately, but none seem to notice.  In fact, I see nobody at all on board.  Did they?'  Try as I might, I could remember nothing until I awoke not 30 seconds ago.

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   Finding a distant line, I swim towards it.  It is a beach, with tall and might spruce behind it.  Now he knew why it was so cold.  Swimming ashore, I try my best to dry off.  I dig into the sand and huddle against the unfrozen Earth beneath,
   After a bit I warmed up enough to move. Where am I?  How do I return home?  These questions plague my mind as I pick up a stick for defense.  This better than nothing, I sigh as I walk off to find some food.

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   Walking the beach was a lone bird of some kind.  It didn't appear to have many defenses or the ability to fly.  Emboldened, I strike out at it!  It takes some doing, but in the end I managed to strangle the foul-beast and secure its meat.  Belly full I continue past a pack of boar and a strange pit of molten rock . . . wasn't it dangerous to breathe in molten rock fumes?  Keeping my distance I continue on.

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As the beach began to bend around my heart sank.  Was I on a small frozen block?  What a shame that would be.  There wasn't much hope of rescue if he was on some unpleasant frozen tundra in the middle of some ocean who knows how far from civilization.

   Nearing some stone, I have an urge to make some weapons.  On an island such as this, who knew what horrors awaited?  Better be prepared to fend them off.  It took some doing with only the stick, but eventually I pried apart a chunk of stone and used some bark to fasten it to the stick.  I then used that stick to knap way some more stone.  This time the process was much less painless.  Gathering some more wood, I make shifted a few more crude tools.  A flat spade for digging, a sharp rock for woodcutting, and a few long, heavy swords for defense.  Satisfied, I hollowed out a large stump and made a raft.
   Putting my tools in my hammerstash, I continued walking down the beach, occasionally climbing a hill to survey my surroundings.  Perhaps a village would be nearby.  While I found no signs of civilization, I did find some cattle, apparently wild.

[Catastrophic lolcats]

Might be better in the "Play With Your Buddies" section, it's where all the LP stuff goes. 
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?board=21.0 

I got Minecraft off a friend about a month ago and I haven't really gotten into it. My main block has been figuring what mods are worth it (I find the base game a little bit bland) and then how to install them not conflicting.
As for watching/reading minecraft LPs I generally enjoy the hardcore survival maps. The smaller islands with a couple of "realistic" mods installed so surviving becomes a bit of a pain. There's just something enjoyable about watching people deal with dwindling resources.

[pisskop]

Grrr, but I have no buddies!?  . .   I woulda never thought to put it there.

[pisskop]

Night 01

As darkness approached, I found myself desperate for refuge.  I found no suitable land for shelter, and monster attacks became more frequent as the long night set in.  At first it was merely a skeletal madman with a bow.  He shot at me as I approached.  I didn't want to kill him, yet he would not accept my yield.  Fearing the worst, that this hungry looking thing wanted my flesh, I dispatched it.  Soon after that, I saw another wretched creature in similar state, this time in armour.  I see now that its not a human, or at least not one that would listen to reason.  Keeping my distance, I continue onward, but, as the sky darkened, these four-legged monsters crept forth, hissing to one another.  Fearing this adversary, I made a beach hammock and settled in for the night, stoking the flames in my fire-pit and working on my new leather boots.  I had just fitted these to myself when one of the hissing green things approached me.  It started hissing and expanding, seemingly in some awkward display.  From what happened next I was saved only by my instincts to back up.  It exploded, leaving a cloud of red vapor and pieces of itself all over the place.  Then, the chunks of beast started to boil, eroding the very land itself!  It was like a walking bomb, and very clearly out to kill me.  Why would it sacrifice itself, though?  This whole endeavor is a big enigma.

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   Leaving my tattered camp, I walked towards the ocean, almost afraid of what might be lurking there.  A large squid swam by, eying my cautiously.  Not one to take chances, I gutted it, removing its ink sac as a reward.  Ahh, this very ink is written from the beast.  Collecting a few reeds from the shallows, I fastened a book, the very same here.  It is my hope that at least you, diary, survive to reach the world outside.

   Spending the rest of the night in a foxhole I dug, I had plenty of time to think.  I need a name, and so does this book- err you, diary.
   I must of had one, but for the life of me I can't remember it.  Derek, Steve, Bob, Notch, Brian, Jack, Joe, John. . . Vittles, I thought, thinking of the lost food.  I shall be Vittles Svunt.  Now you, diary, need a name.  You might be the only friend I make in a long while. . . How do you like the name Alma?  You're breathless?  Well, that's good then!  Form this day night you shall be Alma and I Vittles!  You have a nice night then, Alma!

[pisskop]

Day 02

Last night, 3 more of those green monsters swarmed me.  I had to rush to defend myself, although they didn't explode as the other one had.  They certainly tried to.  What fiends!  Then, as I settle down again, A giant spider attacked me! It almost sunk it large mandibles into me, but a quick slash of my weapon reduced it to broken carapiece and a bit of string.  Moving on, I hoped desperately to find a town.

   Instead I found a stone plateau and a large, rectangular ditch.  The plateau may be natural, but rectangular ditches aren't.  Intuition taking over I dug furiously.  What I found, I'm still not sure.

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   The ditch had cobblestone at the bottom.  The first signs I've seen of life yet.  I found two treasure chests and a cave inside of it.  And something.  What was it?  It had pictures of dancing zombies on it, their faces decayed and arms outstretched.  Worse, the dancing of the zombies appeared to speed up when I approached, as if anticipating or sensing me.  Creepiest thing I've ever seen, or at least I think.  A man remembers when a dancing drawing of dead guy tries to touch him, doesn't he?  I'm sure I will.

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   Taking the chests outside to where I felt more comfortable, I found a saddle, some iron, and some reactive powder.  When mixed with sand, the powder should make good explosive.  The iron was capable of making quality armour from, and the saddle, well it was the smallest horse saddle I've ever seen.  Was whoever made that riding ponies?

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In any case, I moved on down the beach some more.  I found a neat little inlet, one that lead right in between two large mountains.  This would be a decent kind of protection, both from the wind rain and any eyes that might be looking for me.  I decide to search a little farther down the beach, promising to return if nothing else was found by nightfall.

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   Finding nothing more than a few caves, some mushrooms and a frozen marsh, I returned to the site before dark.  Perhaps I could clear an area for a home before another scary and dangerous night, I believed.  Of course not.  By the time I figured out where to clear first the Sun was low in the sky.  It's so beautiful, you know.  I hope that it is not my last.

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   The night was cold. So cold, I wished I had dug down into the Earth for warmth.  Maybe then those green things, those silent green things would stop creeping around down there, there empty black eyes gazing in my direction.  Creepers, that's what they are.

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[miauw62]

Hmm, are you going to play a nomad run? Because those are severely underrepresented, both in modding and LP's.

[pisskop]

Doh, I wish I had decided to.  I usually 1-3 nights nomading no matter what I do anyhow, and have done nomad before.  I should have, but . . . I did this last night.  I'll do it!  After I post the updates of home building borishness, I'll abandon it.  Most of my time/resources went to building house anyhow.

[pisskop]

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Day 03

   In the morning I crafted the metal into a bucket, a proper pickaxe, and a helmet.  Already came in handy, as on Creeper blew up my elevated camp.  Climbing down from the wreckage, I preceded to procure firewood.  The rest of the day was spent gathering dirt.  The dirt was frozen with permafrost, and the spade I made didn't last long.  Still, it was enough to begin the even the ground I choose.  It is back a ways from the ocean, elevated from the flat land beneath.  There are other hills slightly higher, but this one had not visible tunnels coursing through it.  Behind it a small distance is a large frozen lake, the beginning of the frozen marsh.  As the night moved into my small valley, I placed the 8 remaining torches around my camp, hoping to spot intruders before they spotted me.

Night 03

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   Nothing happened.  I removed more trees and exhausted my dirt.  Boy, are those trees tall!  It's almost a shame to cut something more majestic.  I am almost constantly cold here, but at least the fires keep me warm, and clearing the wood left me with a lot of extra firewood.  Tomorrow I may make a shack to sleep the night in.  It would be some protection, at least.  Hang on.  I see a zombie gaiting towards me.  Were they once human?  How are they so slow? Bye!

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[pisskop]

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Day 03

   In the morning I crafted the metal into a bucket, a proper pickaxe, and a helmet.  Already came in handy, as on Creeper blew up my elevated camp.  Climbing down from the wreckage, I preceded to procure firewood.  The rest of the day was spent gathering dirt.  The dirt was frozen with permafrost, and the spade I made didn't last long.  Still, it was enough to begin the even the ground I choose.  It is back a ways from the ocean, elevated from the flat land beneath.  There are other hills slightly higher, but this one had not visible tunnels coursing through it.  Behind it a small distance is a large frozen lake, the beginning of the frozen marsh.  As the night moved into my small valley, I placed the 8 remaining torches around my camp, hoping to spot intruders before they spotted me.

Night 03

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   Nothing happened.  I removed more trees and exhausted my dirt.  Boy, are those trees tall!  It's almost a shame to cut something more majestic.  I am almost constantly cold here, but at least the fires keep me warm, and clearing the wood left me with a lot of extra firewood.  Tomorrow I may make a shack to sleep the night in.  It would be some protection, at least.  Hang on.  I see a zombie gaiting towards me.  Were they once human?  How are they so slow? Bye!

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[pisskop]

Day 04

   That zombie.  He wasn't alone.  He had brought in tow 2 of those skeletons and a Creeper.  Finally, when the Sun was rising, a tall black man started looking at me funny.  A loud scary noise assaulted me, and I hid until dawn.  Alma, that thing was talking to me inside my head!  What manner of creature can do that?  This dangerous land just got scary.  At dawn the noise went away and I left my cubby.

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  More dirt is required, and the rest of the trees must go.  I have to prepare for the black man's return.  On a positive note, the zombies seem to burst into flames when the Sun's rays strike it.  Could explain why I don't see them in the light.  Those Creepers, though, seem to simply be nocturnal.

[pisskop]

Night 04

I spent all day with dirt.  By the time I realized that dusk was setting in, I had filled in most of the shallow tunnel coursing through my house to be.  Now, I know what you're thinking, Alma.  What is Vittles doing filling in tunnels when he could be making a home.  Well, this home will be grand enough to keep me warm and house my supplies and any guests I may find.  Still no signs of hospitable people, but I can't give up hope.  I decided to spend the night working, trying to smooth over the land.  If that black thing comes after me tonight, I'll kill him or die trying.  This is my land now, and will stay mine until rescue or death.
   Nearby sheep have been quite fearless around me and expressed an interest in my actions.  This is a bad sign; of course, as it means they are unfamiliar with people.  No matter, I think I will keep a few, if I can find a way to keep them from freezing to death.  I saw an unfrozen lake under one of the mountains.  I think if I make sheep quarters there they won't freeze.  And if a blizzard hits I will take refuge there.  The sheep wool would serve me well in this harsh climate.
   The black thing is back.  It stays in the shadows, watching me.  It even looks somewhat disinterested in me.  I bet it's just waiting to strike.  I dare not look upon its awful form, and do little more than tighten my grip on my sword when it nears.

[pisskop]

Day 05
   With my hard work over this past month, I am almost ready to build.  Finishing the last of the terraforming required to build, I begin to place markers and measure my lot.  15 wide, facing towards the ocean.  14 long, parallel to the ocean.  2 meters between my planned house and a drop on any side save the one facing the ocean.  That one is three.  I don't know quite how I know to measure this, or how I know dirt is the best scaffolding.  I must be either smart or been trained in this.  Hmmm.  Was I a Seabee or an architect before my fall?  I must find out eventually.  The night is falling, so I'll be preparing to build.

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Night 05

   I would be building, Alma, if the bloody skeletal minions would leave me be!  5 of them ran into my camp, and a Creeper took flank on that last one.  I must get the dirt to refill the hole now.  There goes my night.  Stupid creatures.  This can't be about food.  There are sheep, cattle, hogs, and even fowl to eat, just roaming around unfettered!  This is about killing a sentient.  There a foul smell about these attacks.  Does anybody know about this island?  Somebody must, where do all the humanoid bodies come from?  Some of the zombies have clothing on, for God's sake!

[pisskop]

Day 06

   I begin construction.  I get 2 meters into the air when I remember about foundations.  I need one, as even a ground so hard as permafrost cannot support a majestic house.  I need something harder, like stone.  Stone is underground, mostly.  I saw a few tunnels, and uncovered a small one when I was digging earlier.  Probably a dead-end and therefore good for a mine.  The one that troubles me is the one right of my house.  I see monsters coming from that area all the time.  I assume they reside within.  That will have to be remedied. . .
   I built a small farm.  I found that the torches I've been making are extremely efficient heat sources.  They melted ice and snow, allowing me to plant a few crops.  I used some bone meal and they grew very well.  The water began to freeze over as night fell, but I quickly made a small roof and that solved the problem.  The plants still get sunlight and the water stays liquid.

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Night 06

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   Another nightly attack.  This one from a leather clad zombie and his spider buddies.  Not a challenge, but annoying.  I suffered minor wounds.  I've decided to go spelunking now instead of waiting for daylight.  Not like you can see the Sun from down there anyhow.  I don't know what's waiting for me, but I shall hope to see the Sun again.  Though it pains me, I think I must leave you here, in case all does not go well, Alma.  Wish me luck!

[pisskop]

Day 07 (retroactive diary)

I emerged from the cave with some interesting news, I think.  I went into the cave sure it was a dead end.  It was, but the sound bats led to me to dig into the walls.  I found another tunnel in the walls, behind the first.  I actually fell into it, it was so dark.  I still have to deal with the monster's den, but the cave is not a dead end!

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   The rest of the day was spent smelting iron ore.  Boring, but important to help me retain my edge against the beasts of the night.  Halfway through it started to snow.  I suppose it was only a matter of time before it happened.  I shall have to finish my house soon, as it occurs to me I don't even know if it is summer or winter.  Hunh.  Will I ever remember who I am Alma?


Night 07

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   Before the Sun set I looked at the monster lair a little harder.  It has a shaft - a vertical drop I assume nothing can climb out of, and a tunnel along the backside of the wall.  The shaft is between the tunnel and me, and I can't get to it without building a bridge of some kind.  This can't be a vile lair of some kind, as there is no conspicuous way out.  What is this land?  It only gets stranger with each passing day, defying all my attempts to win.  Speaking of winning, I must find a way to make a signal by the ocean.  If any rescue should come by I want them to have no doubt where I am.
   Roofing the house as I can, I continue until morning.

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