Beginnings (writing competition)/The Tomb of Minarr
| The Tomb of Minarr | |
| About | |
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| Author | BadSyntax |
| Scores | |
| Word Count | 380 |
| Score: Overall | 6.6 |
| Score: Style | 6.5 |
| Score: Relevance | 6.2 |
| Score: Humour | 6.1 |
| Awards | 1st runner up in Beginnings |
Once upon a time there was a Moderator of the utmost quality. This moderator was named ‘Minarr’. Minarr led a good Mine-Life until a new player joined the game. From that moment that Minarr’s screen alerted them of the new player; they knew they were doomed. This demonic son of a bitch decided to ruin the world Minarr had carefully watched.
Slowly the world fell apart as the cancerous seed took hold of the community and began to leech the life out of it. Minarr, long ago sworn to an oath of protection, could not let this happen. But as time wore on the cancer was growing out of control. With the great and wise xeroremorse of Freedonia, Minarr was able to manifest all the good of this world in 56 translucent blue blocks.
Normally, the hero of any story would have then hid each block in a unique spot all over the world, each spot guarded by conjured minions, flora of the utmost exotic quality, and fauna of ancient power unbeknownst to simple mortals. Later a green garbed hero would go on a trek to find them all. But Minarr knew much better than that, he knew that the cancerous bloom would be able to find them.
With his infinite wisdom, Minarr planned a great scheme of hiding all 56 sacred blocks within an impervious tomb of obsidian lined with lava deep within a mountain. Surely the cancerous entity could not penetrate such a foolproof vessel! But fate has never made this easy.
Somehow the devious antagonist broke in and began to loot the precious blocks. But Minarr was prepared! With a diamond sword in hand, Minarr began to rain down destruction upon the demon, but the demon was able to manifest just a miniscule amount of the blocks power. The demon took on the appearance of Minarr and soon a battle of the ages ensued. He fought valiantly and greatly but the impish bastard used the capsule itself against Minarr. With a cackle the hellspawn sealed away the great demigod into his own creation.
To this day the tomb of Minarr remains, with the corpse of Minarr still glaring with disgust at where that villain used to be and the blocks are lost to the sands of time.