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prismarine-parrots · 5 years

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Tree of Life Pt. 5 (2)

Originally posted: 20 Mar. 2019. Part 2 of finale.

I don’t like word counts and I don’t like that drafts don’t automatically save :/

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Cub stared at the hat in his hands.

He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He had seen his phone flash on and off consistently over the past few days, but hadn't bothered to waste enough mental energy to see what was going on.

Honestly, he couldn't be bothered enough to waste mental energy on existing right about now.

He wished he had the courage to go steal his sword back from Mumbo who had confiscated it and end it. Without Scar, everything Cub did was worthless. Most of what he did was Vex-related, and if Scar wasn't there to be the other Vex, then what was the point of even trying to operate ConCorp at all? What was the point of staying at the Country Club, when it only reminded Cub of the things he and Scar had worked in together since they joined together in Season 4?

Cub could still see Scar's smile in his mind. Scar was always the optimistic one- whenever Cub was down and frustrated, the cowboy would be the one to force him out to go golfing or watch Disney meme compilations. Scar was the goofy one, the one who created all the prank ideas, the one who set them up for who they were to become. Cub was too serious, too strategic, to do any of what Scar did, whether it came to his glorious building and terraforming that all he needed was an image in his mind to build or his spontaneous jokes and the silly, slightly naive persona he put on when they were doing ConVex things.

There was the sound of fireworks- Mumbo likely coming to check on Cub. He had tried to stay by Cub's side when he first returned from the expedition, but Cub just wanted to be left alone and kept avoiding the redstoner.

If I can't be with my brother, then I don't want the companionship of someone else. Even if Mumbo did have the same type of friendship with Grian...

"Cub? Where are you?"

The man in the lab coat grunted and exhaled, not bothering to make a real response.

Mumbo sat down on the couch next to Cub in his A-frame house.

"Hey man... Look, I know you're not up to anything right now, but I have something to show you."

"I think I'll pass, Mumbo..." Cub sighed.

I don't want to do anything anymore.

Mumbo didn't move. "I really think you should come see."

"I said I don't want to."

"I know, but I'm making you anyway," Mumbo decided and grabbed Cub's arm. The scientist jerked his arm back in surprise, but Mumbo kept a hold of the white sleeve and pulled him to his feet. "Come on! I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't know it would be alright."

Cub decided he couldn't be bothered enough to argue. He blankly let the redstoner guide him along. They walked along the Country Club paths to the Nether portal and warped through. Cub glanced around at the massive miniature map he helped create- hours of working alone, feeling like he was being productive to the server, instead of being a shell and fading away like everyone else.

"Through here," Mumbo said, leading Cub to a portal near Grian's miniature tower. Cub glanced around, recognizing the geography and paling significantly.

"No... no..."

Not here. Not his base. I can't, I won't!

Cub started breathing heavily as he felt himself start to panic mentally and physically. Mumbo's eyes widened and he gripped the doctor's shoulders tightly.

"Hey, Cub, it's- it's okay, it's alright," Mumbo consoled. "I know how you feel. You know how hard it was for me to stay in Grian's base? I wanted to never leave, but also never see a piece of white concrete again because it kept reminding me of him. But, I promise you, if you go through this portal, everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be fixed, and you don't have to grieve anymore."

Cub thought about Mumbo's words and blinked, his mind refocusing from its fractured state just enough to really interpret what he had said.

"What do you mean by that, Mumbo...?"

"Have to go through the portal with me and see," Mumbo smirked, a very unusual look for the formal man.

Cub sighed, wishing he could go back to his empty mindset, but he was hopeful, doubtful, intrigued, and terrified all at once. He stepped forward and stepped into the portal, facing Mumbo. The redstoner jumped into the portal as well, only going to be a few seconds behind him in the teleport. Purple swirls covered Cub's vision and his mind blanked, before he felt the world shift and he was no longer in the sweltering heat of the Nether. His vision cleared but he waited in the portal, the distortion starting to return and Cub close his eyes, not wanting to see Scar's beautiful base even sideways. He stayed there, almost frozen, before Mumbo's form appeared and he gently led the doctor out of the violet film.

"Mumbo!" A familiar, unforgettable, and utterly impossible voice said.

"Shhh," Mumbo hushed, "nothing too crazy right now. This is going to be enough of a shock as it is."

"...Grian?" Cub asked slowly. He opened his eyes and there was indeed the strawberry blonde, looking just as chipper as he used to be, although not with the plethora of energy he was used to having.

Grian's eyes widened in a quickly panicked look before glanced around and silently slid behind a palm tree. They were on Black Sands Island, just a boat ride away from the wild main island that hadn't been built upon by the "pirates" by the time Scar...

Don't think it. Don't think it Cub. I can't break down into tear again with others watching. I can't I can't I can't...

"W-what's Grian doing here?" The doctor sputtered in shock. "He's... dead..."

"Yeah, apparently. And a lot of others too. That was, ahem, quite something to be told that I had been dead for real for the past week," Grian chuckled awkwardly, "but I'm back now!"

Cub was scared to ask the question that was in his mind. It was barely even in his mind, he wouldn't let it fully formulate. He glanced down at the brown rimmed hat in his hands that he hasn't let go of since it had fallen to the floor of the Woodland Mansion.

It's not possible. He's dead. But Grian was dead. And he's not anymore. Could he be...? No! Stop lying to yourself! He's dead and you're alone. Alone, alone, alone...

Mumbo glanced to Grian with a panicked look, but the builder only shrugged with befuddlement and looked around for something. There were silent hand gestures being flung but Cub didn't care. He was too enveloped in his own dangerous thoughts to even notice that someone else had slid out of hiding, the concerned look on his face only growing as his brilliant smile faded from the goofy one he had planned to surprise his partner with.

Alone, alone, alone, he's gone, he's dead, Mumbo gets his friend back but I don't get my brother, he's gone and it's my fault, Scar. Is. Dead.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it right now, Cub."

"But it's my fault..." Cub mumbled, still not focusing on who was in front of him.

The other sucked in a sharp breath.

"No! Never! Cub, look at me! I'm right here! Scar! Not dead! I know you were worried, but I told you you would fix it! And you did! See? Cowboy-pirate-Vex, standing right here in front of you!"

Cub blinked and looked at the taller man that had placed his hands on his shoulders and was giving him a concerned look.

"Is it really you...?"

"Of course! There's only one Scar!"

Cub couldn't believe his eyes. He's really here. I'm dreaming. But I'm not.

"Even with the passion of a thousand Scars?" Cub asked, quoting his favorite line.

Scar was smiling again as he slowly took his hat back and placed it on his head.

"Even with the passion of a thousand Scars indeed!"

Cub's eyes started to water and he buried his face in the brown leather jacket of his friend he thought he had lost.

And life was back to normal.

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Ren swooped into the stock exchange with no time to lose.

"Alrighty Doc, no more slacking off! You many have lost the aerial dogfight with the phantoms, but now it's time to get back into the groove of things!"

He unlocked the back part of the stock exchange and hustled up to the office overlooking the back side of the mountain. The diamonds that were still missing weren't even a concern as Ren popped the cork on the harming potion and marched up to the bush in the corner of the office and poured the dark red potion all over the plant. The green stem shriveled and the black leaves with red veins lost their slight glow. When Grian had messed with it as a joke before the start of the war Doc had immediately felt the disturbance and had caused a small panic. Grian had apologized profusely for scaring everyone, but after that they had decided it was going to be a rule that no one should mess with another's tree.

"Guess we're bypassing that rule," Ren chuckled to himself. He smashed the healing potion between his hands and tree's particles almost immediately changed to the same golden that Grian's had emitted.

Almost immediately Ren got a text, and when he saw who it was the werewolf smiled. Without a second's hesitation he was sprinting back through the stock exchange, leaving the door open, and came out to the plaza out front where the two stock brokers had had a station set up. Standing beside the bed was a creeper hybrid with the robotic arm and mask, white lab coat blowing slightly in the wind.

"Doc!"

"Hey Ren," Doc sighed, hands in his lab coat pockets and a scowl on his face.

"Why so down? You're fine!" Ren asked with a hint of worry. Was something wrong?

Doc huffed. "Yeah, but I still died. I missed figuring everything out," he grumbled.

"Of course you're upset about this. Come on, let's go see if we can go greet False," Ren grabbed Doc's robotic arm and pulled him along, grinning with exhilaration that life was returning to normal.

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Impulse took a deep breath as he poured the healing potions onto the bases of his two bros' trees. The black particles almost immediately changed to golden, and while Tango's tree already looked slightly dead even at full health it still perked up, a few sharp, dark yellow leaves sprouting from small twigs, and Zedaph's tree immediately bloomed with pristine white-gold leaves.

Impulse waited, unsure of what to do next. In all honesty, he was scared of his own reaction. Zedaph had been one to die early on, and he probably wouldn't be too bothered, except that the last thing he probably remembered was everyone panicking over Grian's, Wels's, and TFC's deaths. But Tango...

Tango had known what was going on. He had been there for the traveling nonstop, searching for anything that could possibly be a cure. But then suddenly he just went psycho, attacking anyone in his path with a feral rage and primitive tactics- not even his sword, as Python was head butted and stabbed with the demon horns on Tango's head. Impulse had hated what he had done to stop his friend before any more damage could be done: he had slid his own sword through his chest. If it weren't that they had already gotten clues to a cure, Impulse would have lost it. Murdering his own friend? He knew that the others were holding back grief until they found a solution, but that image of the shocked expression on the bloodthirsty demon's face was seared into Impulse's mind.

Stop thinking about that! Impulse scolded himself. He decided to admire the golden particles that were coming off the trees still, trying to brush off his worries by thinking about how gold was very much his thing.

"He'll be alright. They both will. Everything will be back to normal," the dark-haired man sighed shakily.

Watching the swirls did nothing to help.

He didn't currently know where Tango's and Zed's spawn points were, as they had all been busy with their own stuff and hadn't worked on any projects together were they would have slept where Impulse would know.

I'll text them where to meet up, Impulse decided. He swiftly pulled out his phone and texted their private chat to meet them in Tango's fairy grotto. He was already there, as they had decided if they were going to have a very colorfully decorated fantasy place, they might as well have their trio of yellow-topped trees there as well.

"Impulse!"

He turned halfway to be clapped on the back by the strong arm and his demon friend bounding around his side happily.

"You're back! I'm back, cause I'm assuming I died! Is everyone else? What did you do to fix it?!"

Impulse instinctively pulled back from Tango and stared at him cautiously. Tango's carefree smile fell and Impulse cursed himself under his breath as soon as he realized what he had done.

"What... happened?" Tango asked slowly.

The dark-haired man opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words to explain. He didn't WANT to be mad at his friend- he knew Tango would never do something like that if he had truly been himself.

Get it out of your head, Impulse! It's over now!

He shook his head but Tango grabbed his forearm with his hidden strength and look into his friend's eyes.

"Impulse."

"Tango."

"What happened?"

"Nothing! Nothing. It's all fine now."

"But you're... scared of me?" Tango titled his head in confusion. "Did I do something?" He frowned again. "Fear... I remember... fear? Confusion? And anger... so much anger? Why was I angry? And... I did something bad, didn't I..."

Impulse grimaced. "You... May have killed Python..."

Tango's eyes widened. "I- I-"

"It's okay! We're all better now! The trees have been healed, no one is dead!"

Tango was about to protest again when someone yelled their names and slammed them into a group hug.

"Impulse! Tangoooo! What's going on? I- I don't know, I don't remember? Explain to me what in the world happened!"

"ZEDAPH!" Impulse cried and threw his arms around the beach blonde in return. Zed looked pale with stress and his eyes held a panicked, concerned light.

"You're back!" Tango exclaimed, the worry he had just held about his forgotten actions disappearing.

"Where did I go? Is everyone alright? Did we find out what happened to Grian and... who else? I can't remember!"

"It's a long story man, but it's all good now," Impulse said, glancing between both his friends. Tango shrugged, deciding to take Impulse's word for their earlier argument, while Zed started to get control of himself and took a deep, calming breath and wiped the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

"Well, whatever happened, I'm glad everything is alright. I'd hate for half the server to have died!"

Tango wheezed while Impulse silently laughed, the feeling of normality returning after a week of terror and grief.

"You have NO idea."

The End.

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I'm satisfied with that ending. I was going to do a little more, but at 4500 words I think this is a good place to end it.

Of course, everyone who died is revived, but I decided that writing scenes for everyone would make this too long and repetitive. Everything is back to normal!

Death count: 0! No more weapons in my face please?

How do you feel about this? Sad? Happy? Satisfied? Not? This has been an experiment for me and I'd love to see how you all felt reading through the entirety of Tree of Life

#hermitcraft #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #renthedog #docm77 #impulsesv #tangotek #zedaph #tree of life au #ToL #finale part 2 #im interested to see reactions because this has been posted so differently than when i was writing it #:D #becca writes

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weebhour · 2 years

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BMH Log 1: Monster Hunting

[ID: a Minecraft screenshot after pressing f1. It is nighttime, and the crescent moon is visible in the center of the screen above a sparsely lit mesa hill dotted with wooden buildings. The jungle is visible in the left foreground.]

Despite Jewel’s incessant pleas to turn keepInventory to true, in my hubris I have kept it off. Now I deal with the consequences.

To avoid falling into the void and losing everything during the dragon fight, we’re going to need some slow falling potions and ender pearls.

Coincidentally, I was in a mood for carnage, so I got my sharpness II axe and didn’t sleep for a couple hours.

Phantoms

I hate these guys.

With our ex-zombie villager armourer, we are now in full diamond gear, meaning that these buggers aren’t actually a huge threat. However, they can fly, and I cannot, making them a pain to eliminate.

I ran out of arrows halfway through the night. As all of my PE teachers have pointed out, I have little to no ability to aim, and the phantom’s flat hitbox only exacerbates this challenge.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot at nighttime. A phantom is swooping in the middle of the screen.]

I gave up trying to axe-crit them after five misses. Instead, I kept the shield up when they swooped and hit immediately after the first blocked attack.

Personally, I would recommend just using arrows.

Endermen

Jewel says they aren’t that hard to kill. He is right—but what really determines their difficulty is the situation, not the mob.

One enderman is manageable. Two? Doable. Three or more? You’re gonna need a two-block roof.

My preferred method of safe enderpearl collection is as follows:

1. At night, find a spawn-proofed high altitude vantage point

2. Place a boat behind you

3. Shoot any mobs within range to free up the mob cap

4. When an enderman is visible, make eye contact

5. Move behind the boat so that the enderman runs into the boat while trying to kill you

6. Kill enderman and repeat

Even if the enderman doesn’t get in the boat, you should be fine to kill it so long as fifty other things aren’t also trying to kill you. If you want extra safety, build a two-block roof you can run into. I just can’t be bothered to build them.

I’m usually a diligent sleeper, but during my monster hunting period I got some fun screenshots.

[ID: A Minecraft screenshot showing an enderman looking down on the player from the roof of a wooden house. It is holding a sand block.]

I didn’t kill this one because this view endeared me. It probably despawned anyway.

[ID: A Minecraft screenshot showing a zombie in a boat under a roof in daytime. A sword has been thrown so that the blade phases through the zombie’s chest, making it look as though the hilt is sticking out of its heart.]

Having fun with the zombie I captured for villager trading purposes.

Gunpowder farm

In most self-defence lessons I have had, they taught me the best way to avoid harm is to not be in a place where harm is happening.

Of course, in real life, most of us are not in need of human flesh. Thankfully in Minecraft you can connive and innovate your way out of having to kill things yourself.

I have a fairly bad track record with creepers, so I built the gunpowder farm yesterday.

I followed this tutorial by LaZ1en. I picked this one because it seemed achievable with the materials we had. In 1.18, with the changed mob spawning, you will need to put blocks that don’t let light through on top, not slabs (which are partially transparent).

I assumed that, because I had lit up the mineshaft under the farm, that afking in the collection area would be fine. It is NOT the case.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot showing the interface for a large chest. There is 27 gunpowder in the chest. Various items are stored in the player inventory.]

27 gunpowder for 10 minutes. Vastly lower than the full rates from afking at high altitude.

Building the AFK platform 100m off the ground had my pinky suffering once again. Not to mention the vertigo and the threat of death.

In moments like these, I wish I had the reaction time to pull of an mlg water bucket fall.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot showing the player looking down on a mesa adjacent to a jungle from a terra cotta platform built on a very tall scaffolding tower. The hourglass-shaped gunpowder farm roof is visible below.]

We have quite a lot of farms in place now. The plan is to build a nice mesa village for the villagers, tidy up some farms, build up the paths…

As I mentioned, I’m not a builder. However, the sheer joy some pathing work can put into your daily trek to the skeleton xp farm is immense.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot after pressing F1. There is a jungle wood and cobblestone staircase leading down to a curving path through the mesa valley. It is decorated with different coloured wood, red sand and torches. Rain is falling on the left side of the screen.]

[ID: Minecraft screenshot at nighttime during the rain after pressing F1. There is a mixed grass, red sand and jungle wood path lined with torches cutting through a mesa valley.]

It’s not the most impressive valley in the world, but I’m very proud of this one. And if everything goes well, I’ll be back with more!

Wishing you all the best in your own Minecraft holidays. See you soon everyone!

-Pastel

#Trying to get used to the image descriptions #Image Descriptions included #Beginner's Minecraft Holiday #minecraft #mineblr #mod pastel #feedback welcome!

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