Chapter 2: The Town Drunk

Chapter 2:

Zisteau breathed a sigh of relief as he made it in to the nether. This was the home of his ancestors and he knew he had a long trek ahead of him. So he set off, only knowing a vague direction and digging his way through. He was glad he had a good pick with him; he only hoped it would be enough.

He finally heard the distinctive sound of a nether portal and dug over to it. He walked through and was greeted with daylight for the first time in what seemed like forever. He walked over to the nearby town, it was a place made of hardened clay and the road was full of puddles and dirt. Some of the buildings were only fronts but this was the right place.

“Beef! Where are you!” he called out after crossing through a wooden archway. Vintagebeef poked his head out of the nearby wagon, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh hey Zedsteau, what are you doing all the way out here,” he said barely stifling a yawn.

“This is urgent, I need to speak with him, demanded Zisteau.

“Oh…” paused Beef, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea”

“I know, but we don’t have a choice,” he said urgently.

“Ok, but I don’t know how much he’ll be able to help in his state,” replied Beef as he turned around to lead Zisteau toward his target.

The two went between a couple buildings and started to follow a gravelly path in ot the forest. It wasn’t well maintained and there was an odd smell coming from up ahead. They reached a small cave and Zistea looked around. He saw a brewing stand and cauldron with a fire lit underneath the latter, probably using netherack. Quickly peering inside, Zisteau could see some potatoes and spider eyes fermenting in the cauldron. He turned his head to the leaft and saw Guude sitting there and drinking a potion of weakness. Next to him was a stone block with an item frame and pickaxe attached to it.

“You know what, Wilson…,” Guude said to the block, heavily slurring his speech, “I really do hate worms.”

“Guude, we have an emergency,” said Zisteau, trying to remain calm.

Guude ignored him and continued talking to the makeshift turtle, though he was mostly unintelligible. Zisteau solemnly shook his head. “Beef, go get some milk and hurry. We don’t have time for this.” Beef, looking worried quickly sprinted out of the room and back toward town.

Zisteau kneeled down to Guude. The drunken man was still talking to the turtle. “No…you left out the letter T, thumbs up so he can see…” It was all gibberish to Zisteau.

“Guude, you need to pull yourself together, we have a code Magenta,” Zisteau said trying to keep his voice steady.

Guude suddenly stopped his rambling and looked toward Zisteau with his eyes wide. He stood up quickly and walked over to the entrance as Vintagebeef returned with the milk. Guude snatched it from Beef and drank the bucket full of milk in one shot. Shaking his head suddenly, he turned to Zisteau, “Zisteau, get everyone together in Spawn we need to discuss our options. Beef we need you to get the Redstone Master to come out of retirement.”

Zisteau turned and immediately ran to the nether portal. Beef looked in shock, “Are you sure that’s wise, I don’t think he’ll do-“

Guude cut him off, “He has to; he may be our only hope. Now I have to go get some supplies. I’ll meet you in Spawn for the meeting.”