Every Block Challenge House

In a recent Minecraft video by Grian, he built a base out of every Minecraft creative block, but he could only use the block once. He later challenged the audience to do the same. I managed to do it, though it looked like something ready for Halloween. I then ran with the idea.

My plan was to use the normal construction blocks for the walls and roof: wood, concrete, etc. I then used the storage type blocks for the flooring: barrels, shulker boxes, etc. The normal crafting blocks, like the stonecutter tool and anvil, were just placed as normal–as was the bed. I used trapdoors for windows. And the house part of the base contained many doors.

Using the seeds was fairly easy, I just did a normal farm. I used fence posts and gates (and some trapdoors) to build a holding pen for the pigs, cows, and so on. I dug a hole for using the various fish buckets and created a “pond.” I used the lava bucket to make a place to throw away unneeded items. Using the other spawn eggs was easy; just spawn them in.

As for all the different colored beds, I made a Halloween campsite with the campfire. I then used a trick from SystemZee to place the bed a block down and cover it with carpet in order to make it look like a sleeping bag.

The hardest ones to use were the items you can’t place like armor. I used an armor stand for one set of armor, but the rest had to go into a chest since I could only use one armor stand. Most of the unplaceable items went into chests, except for one that could be used in an item frame.

You can see some of the photos I took while working on it over on Instagram.


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POV Challenge – Ace – Regrets

Point of View Challenge: Write in a different point of view than you normally do or write from the point of view of a different character.

For example: I write in first-person so I would change to third or second person. Or since I usually write from the point of view of Dogboy, Max, or Ace, I would write from the point of view of a secondary character or from the point of view of the villain. If you change characters you can keep your normal point of view or change it if you want.

Feel free to do your own POV Challenge.

So here we go…

Dave was falling. That much was clear. He might not have been an A student but the wind rushing around him was a pretty good clue. He could also hear a slight zzz-ip noise as he passed each floor.

After the first five floors, he’d resigned himself to his fate. There wasn’t much else to do than wait. Oh sure, he screamed like crazy for the first three floors but soon ran out of breath.

“Why hadn’t I listened to Mom?” he asked.

His mother had warned him that playing so close to the edge was dangerous, but he’d done it anyway.

Of course it wasn’t completely his fault. His older brother, Sam, had dared him. Sam always seemed to get him into trouble. The most recent dare, besides this one, was to free the science lab frogs and release them into the wilds of the school cafeteria. Dave got a week’s detention and Sam got off scot-free.

I bet he won’t this time, Dave thought. Mom’ll see to that.

“Mom,” Dave said then sighed. Dave had heard her scream as he began his fall. He imagined she was still screaming.

Well, one thing’s for sure. I’ll never fall for Sam’s dares again. That epiphany seemed a little pointless now, Dave realized.

It was all over. He’d never get to play in the upcoming eSports tournament. All those hours practicing wasted.

“Wow,” said Dave. “I play video games a lot. Maybe I should have done something more fulfilling with my time…like texting.”

Dave then dared to look down. Yup, the ground was much closer now. Just a few more floors. Dave vaguely wondered if he’d make the news. Surely, he would. Kids falling from buildings always made the news.

Dave sighed. “This is actually starting to get a little boring.”

He then thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It looked like a young man dressed in white.

Seeing flying people dressed in white as you fall to your death can’t be a good thing, Dave thought.

Hopefully this meant he’d be going “upstairs.” Though the idea kind of surprised him. Dare or no dare, he had released the frogs, he had climbed that old tree on a dare resulting in medical bills for his mother, and he had drawn on Mack’s face while he slept through math class. Most important he’d disobeyed his mom.

Just as he was wondering if they’d let him have a guitar instead of a harp, Dave realized he was slowing. The wind around him was increasing…pushing at him. It felt like one of those indoor skydiving places.

Dave laughed softly as he realized he’d entered a new dare; he dared to believe he could survive.

Now no longer thinking of his impending doom, he pondered how to live. First he’d apologize to his mother. Second he’d tell off Sam. And third, he’d tell Susan he liked her.

And maybe play less video games. That was still negotiable.

Before Dave landed, he realized the wind was angling him towards the awning over the building’s entrance.

Dave hit the awning, bounced, and landed in the bushes. It wasn’t a soft or graceful landing, but he was alive, and he would probably talk Susan into signing his cast.

Dave let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. For a moment there he could have sworn he saw the same strange young man in white smiling at him. He then faded like some kind of ghost.

“David!” he heard his mother shout.

Mom, thought David and smiled.

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Dialogue Challenge – Hot, Hot, Hot

Dialogue Challenge: Story written in all dialgoue. There can be attribution such as “he said” or “she cried.” Internal dialogue is OK. Filler dialogue or pauses are OK such as … for someone not responsding. “Spoken” sounds like coughs, grunts, and such are also allowed. Feel free to try it yourself.

 “Man, it’s hot!” I said.

 “Of course it is, Dogboy,” said Brain via the comm-link, “the apartment building is on fire.”

 “WHOA!”

 “What? What just happened?”

 …

 “Dogboy? Joe? Joe! Report!”

 “I’m okay. Some of the rafters just collapsed.”

 “Satellite images show that the building is becoming more unstable. It is time to leave.”

 “No. My nose tells me that someone’s still here.”

 “The rescue workers are reporting that everyone is accounted for, thanks to you.”

 “There’s still someone else here. Check the records again.”

 “OK…there…click here…open…come on connect…ugh, buffering…”

 “Brain…this place is falling apart.”

 “I am doing the upmost I am capable of given the situation.”

 “Brain, this fire is getting hotter and soon even I won’t be able to stand it. Regular people surely won’t.”

 “I got it. Jim Sanders, who works for the water company, has two children: Jack and Jill.”

 “Got it. Jack! Jill! Where are–” 

 …

 “Joe! What happened? You’re vials spiked.”

 “Floor gave way. But I’m okay. I got to the leash grapple in time.”

 “I continue to strongly suggest you vacate the premises immediately.”

 “Not until I have those…Wait, I hear something.”

 “Joe?”

 “Just a minute…Yeah…I can hear them.”

 “Help!” a small female voice said. “Someone! Help!”

 “They’re in the next room,” I reported to Brain.

 “Please *cough* help us,” Jill said.

 “I can see them.”

 “Oh thank heavens,” said Brain.

 “Dogboy, please *cough* my brother. He hurt his head.”

 “It’s alright. I’ll have you out in two wags of a dog’s tail. I just need you to climb on my back and hold tight.”

 “What about my brother?”

 “He’s safe in my paws, uh, hands.”

 “Does the leash grapple have enough power to swing you all out?” Brain asked.

 “We’ll find out soon enough.”

 “Who are you talking to?” Jill asked.

 “Just a friend. I’m going to swing us out of here.”

 “What *cough* about the wall?” Jill asked.

 “Dramatically smashing through walls is the first thing we superheroes learn. Keep your head down and you’ll be fine…You ready?”

 “Hmm-hmm,” she said.

 “Brain, you contacted the rescue workers?”

 “They’re outside waiting.”

 “One, two, three. Here we go!”

 …

 …

 “Wheeee!” cried Jill.

 “There he is!” said the fire chief. “Move into position!”

 “There, safe and sound,” I said.

 “Can we go again?” Jill asked.

 “Dogboy,” said the fire chief, “is everyone alright?”

 “The boy needs medical attention.”

 “We’re on it,” said the chief. “Jeff. Sam. Get the EMTs.”

 “Jill!” came a voice from the crowd.

 “Papa!”

 “Oh my darling daughter. I feared the worst.”

 “I kept Jack safe,” she said with a hint of pride.

 “And she did a wonderful job,” I said. “Jack’ll be fine.”

 “Oh thank you, Dogboy,” he said. “Thank you so very much.”

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