Diary of a Spider Chicken, Books 1-3 E-Book

Dr. Block

• Herausgeber: Eclectic Esquire Media, LLC
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Spider Chicken dominates, but what is he?

A spider chicken should not exist in the Overworld. I mean, just saying the words "spider chicken" sounds wrong. But, because of a mad scientist villager intent on creating chimera mobs, he does exist ... along with many other strange creatures.
Read the complete Diary of a Spider Chicken series to find out how the spider chicken came to be and what he plans to do about it.
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Diary of a Spider Chicken

Books 1-3

A Collection of Unofficial Minecraft Books

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Published by Eclectic Esquire Media, LLC

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Table of Contents

Book 1

Waking Up

I Learn the Truth … Some of It

An Ally?

My kind?

Experiments

Finding a Crew

A Change in Plan

Confrontation

Book 2

Rage

Search

Finding

Insanity

Watched

Labyrinth

Zombie Village

Zombie Mayor

Opportunity Knocks

Preparations

Book 3

Anticipation

The March

The Watcher

Yee-haw!

Arriving

The Musical Spectacular

Grant and William

Slow Ride

#GolemProblems

Nice Try

Not Funny Anymore

Freedom

A Note from Dr. Block

Also By Dr. Block

Diary of a Spider Chicken

Book 1

Help Me!

Waking Up

When I spawned (or, at least, thought I had spawned), I felt as if I were waking from a long nap. I was groggy and felt very strange.

I looked around and was surprised to discover I was inside a rather small cage. It was just big enough for me to turn around and stand up. I looked through the bars of the cage and saw that I was inside of a white room.

There were two faces staring at me.

One face was that of a witch. The witch looked at me with an expression of horror. It was as if I frightened her. But how could I? I had just spawned. What did I know about the world? I had not had enough time to become mean or evil.

The other face staring at me was that of a white-robed villager, who I later learned was a librarian by training, but something much worse by occupation....

He was laughing and clapping and smiling. His eyes looked crazy as he clapped his hands and then began to spin around in circles shouting, “I did it again. I did it again. I am the best.”

The witch looked at him while he was dancing and shook her head sadly.

It was then that I noticed the witch’s arms were in shackles. I looked down and saw that her feet were in shackles as well.

Although she was shackled, she was still able to walk around and move her arms. She just would not have been able to run or to separate her hands much or to throw a splash potion with any accuracy.

I thought it was strange that the villager could dance around and move his arms and legs as much as he wanted but the witch could not. I guessed the villager was in charge.

The villager danced off into a corner and started writing something in a thick book. Meanwhile the witch approached me cautiously.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“I feel groggy. Where am I?”

The witch cast a cautious glance over her right shoulder. When she saw that the villager was still writing furiously in his book, she turned back around and whispered, “You are in the laboratory of a mad scientist villager.”

I Learn the Truth … Some of It

I did not know what a mad scientist was right then. I came to learn, however, what a mad scientist was through harsh experience.

When the villager had stopped writing notes in his book, he returned holding a large mirror in his hands.

“Creature,” he said to me. “Behold yourself.” The villager held the mirror so that I could see what I looked like.

I thought I looked pretty good.

I had a spider body with a good-looking head and a thick abdomen. I also had eight legs. My legs were not black like the rest of my body. Instead, they were yellow and had flat feet. I didn’t think anything of it. I just assumed those were my normal legs.

The villager said to me, “How does it feel to have chicken legs instead of spider legs?”

I looked down at my legs. I did not know what he meant. What was the difference between spider legs and chicken legs? Was I a spider? So, should my legs be spider legs? I was completely confused.

“I do not know what you mean, Sir. Am I not a spider?”

The villager laughed hysterically. “Yes, you are a spider. And you were a spider before my experiment. Now, you’re a better spider.”

I felt the chill of fear pass up and down my abdomen. “What do you mean ‘experiment’? Did I not simply spawn?”

Again the villager laughed hysterically. “No, I captured you, put you into a deep sleep, thanks to a potion this witch – my slave – made for me. And then I cut off all your legs. See.”

He pointed to a pile in the corner. I saw eight black legs in a clear container. The legs looked just like the color of my body.

I began to feel a wave of nausea in my abdomen. “But, if those are my legs, whose legs are these?”

“Oh, those are chicken’s legs, but they are not taken from chickens. I made them grow out of your body.” Again, maniacal laughter erupted from the villager.

“Why would you do such a thing? Why would you want to put chicken legs on a spider?”

The villager paused momentarily as he rubbed his hands together greedily. “Because, I can get one emerald for every chicken leg I sell. If I can raise spiders with eight chicken legs, I can make four times as many emeralds as from a single chicken.”

“But, why do you want money so badly? If you have chickens to eat, do you need anything else?”

The villager grabbed the sides of my cage and shook it so that I knocked against the sides of the cage repeatedly. I started to feel dizzy. The villager finally stopped shaking the cage.

“You can never have enough money, fool. The more chimeras like you that I create, the more money I will have.”

With that, the villager walked out of the room and slammed the door, leaving me sitting in the cage alone in the room with the witch.

An Ally?

The witch was on the other side of the room sweeping up some trash.

“Hey? Hey you?” I shouted.

The witch slowly walked over to my cage. “What?”

“What did he mean by chimeras like me? Are there more spider chickens?”

The witch shook her head. “No, you are the only spider chicken so far. But, there are other … creatures.”

The way she said “creatures” made me shiver again. What sort of monstrosities had the mad scientist villager created? At least I was basically the same as my spawned self in that I still had eight legs, albeit delicious chicken legs instead a scrawny disgusting spider legs.

“Others? Like what?”

“You name it. Some lived only for minutes, but many are still living.”

“How long has he been experimenting on mobs?”

“I do not know for certain, but I have been his slave for six months. He started the experiments sometime before then.”

“Why are you his slave? Can’t you get away?”

The witch shook her head sadly. “I tried to escape a couple of times before. But he has hideous creatures guarding the exit to this place. After my second attempt to escape, he put the shackles on me. Now, I can’t even get to the front door to try to get past the hideous creatures. I’ve given up.”

I was outraged by the unjust behavior of the mad scientist villager. I couldn’t believe people like this existed in the modern Minecraft age.

“Is there any way to reverse it? I mean, can I become a regular spider again?”

The witch sighed. “I don’t think so. Once a transformation takes place, I’ve never seen it reversed. At least you got to keep your brain and your innate spiderhood. Sometimes, he takes the brains.”

I shuddered at the thought. How could this be? How could this be happening? I had to escape.

I refused to spend the rest of my life in a cage, while this mad scientist freak figured out a way to reproduce me with spawn eggs. If I had to be a spider chicken, then I wanted to do it on my own terms.

“Are there any other chimeras nearby? I’d like to talk to them.”

The witch nodded. “In a day or two, the villager will move you into a room with the other chimeras. He will need this space to conduct his new experiments. Just try and relax until then.”