Sinister Shadows

Recently I've started playing Minecraft again. For once the first server I looked at was the right server. I had hoped it would be, after all it's called NerdCraft. I really like the server and the people I've met there.

What I want to talk about right now however, is my book. You can write your own books in Minecraft now. Anyway, the server had a lovely library before it crashed earlier tonight. Being the bibliophile I am I of course had to read all the books there. All of them were the various staff member's opinions of the other staff members, except three. One was the story of the ugly barnacle. The other two I was warned about and asked if I was really sure I wanted to read them, they were The Rape Dungeon, and Rape Dungeon 2. Being a citizen of the internet the books didn't phase me. I suppose I should have started before this. Anyway before I read the books someone on the server made a tasteless joke about "the rapist", or so I had assumed. While perusing the shops in the mall later I stumbled upon an NPC named "Rapist". So when I read the books and had seen the NPC an idea occurred to me, a story began to form. I figured I could write something better (and more disturbing) than the author of The Rape Dungeon. And I did, although I dropped my pursuit of a more disturbing book. The story was lost when the server started wiping its data, but I am rather proud of what I wrote.

Let me give you the jist of the story. I'm me in that Minecraft universe. I start off saying how I heard this tasteless joke about watching out for the rapist, and then finding him while shopping. From there it becomes a bit of an obsession. So I go to the library and read the diaries of the rape dungeon. From there I need to know if the Skeletor mentioned in the books is the same rapist I met in the shadowy staircase. Not wanting to make his victim revisit his trauma, I ask Reflect about it. In the books he was mentioned, he was a supposed guard in the dungeon. Having previously met Reflect I dismissed that. It couldn't be true when he seemed such a nice person, could it? But when I ask him, he says it was all made up for the attention and sympathy. Since he refuses to say anything else I moved on. Having only two options left for information, the rapist and the victim, I choose the victim. I invite him to my place under false pretenses and ask him about Skeletor. The victim knows nothing. He doesn't even recognize his book when I show it to him. After he leaves I reconsider what I know. My own memory of meeting the rapist becoming an adrenaline fueled blur. I start to doubt my own sanity, everyone denies the existance of this monster. So I take my sword and go looking for the man in the shadows of the mall. I find him, ask him a few questions and get chloroformed from behind. I of course wake up to the dungeon. I hear the screams and begging later of a boy being raped by Skeletor, and lose hope. I find some paper behind a loose rock, which is where I scribble my account of how I came to be in the dungeon (aka this book). The next entry details after I finished writing being taken and made to watch one of the rapes, but the victim is none other than Infinity, the author of the diaries I found. In a few moments we have alone he tells me he never escaped. Victims are cloned and the clones are sent back out into the world with the belongings they had before they came. One of which was a book which a guard mistakenly forgot to take away and later retrieved without checking if it had changed. The guards and others being clones themselves, with little intelligence. Clones created by Mistress Purple, who created Skeletor also. The book ends with me knowing I'll never escape, but hoping maybe that someday the book would be found.

That's that. The people on the server actually liked my book, or at least were nice enough to just tell me they did. Some wanted a sequel to learn more about the seedy underworld and mysterious Mistress Purple. Meanwhile I was just happy because I wrote something. It's the first fiction piece I've written since I was with Garrett. I'd forgotten how it feels to have an idea and pen it into existence.

I'm quite sad that the only copy was lost with the server. I was going to transcribe it and add it to my archive of things. It's been years since I've been able to really create something creative. I'd forgotten the magic of it all. I'm already afraid that it's gone again for another long time, or possibly forever.

Anyway it's rather late, well, early, and I'm getting rather tired, so I'll leave it at that. More things to mention later.