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The Final Battle

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I was cooking myself some dinner when the world ended.  The pork chops sizzled on the stove, slowly turning from hot pink to golden, and nightfall was fast approaching.  Through the kitchen window, I watched the sun sink lower and lower, closer and closer to the horizon.

Scraps sat by the door, barking occasionally as if trying to talk to me.  He watched me cook, his head cocked to the side, silently begging me for a taste--I did name him Scraps for a reason.  When the pork chops were done, I removed them from the stove and inhaled their delicious scent.

"Oh, all right, boy," I said and tossed him one.

My stomach began to growl angrily with hunger.  I quickly devoured two pork chops and stored the rest in my fridge.  Scraps had begun barking again, but his barks took on a different tone; he thought something was out there.

I approached the window and peered through it.  Nothing looked out of place; birch trees dotted the yard, a light placed under each.

Suddenly, I heard it: low, hissing sounds, mixed with soft moans and the clacking of bones.  They were coming.

As quickly as I could, I grabbed my steel sword and my bow and a quiver of arrows, put on my leather armor, and carefully kicked the door open.  The horde was approaching; I drew my bow, said a prayer, and began launching arrows at the approaching mobs.  Zombies and skeletons were knocked back.  The battle raged on a long time--I must have killed a thousand of my foes.

As I plunged my sword into the last enemy I could see, the sun started to rise.  I looked over the battlefield, satisfied that I once again managed to defend my home--and Scraps.

Suddenly, I heard a hissing sound.  Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I turned around and raised my sword.  But it was too late.  With a big KABLAM! the monster exploded, sending me--and my possessions--flying.  The text flashed across the screen: Game Over.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I shouted, throwing my head back as I closed the game.  Scraps was gone.  My house was gone.  The world as I knew it was no more.  "Dang it, this is the last time I play Minecraft on Hardcore mode!"
FFM Day 8

Word Count: 384
Total FFM Word Count: 6,635
FFM Body Count: 4

Challenge: The character witnesses what they think is the end of the world.  Must be in first person.

I'm posting this one a day late because I had NOTHING yesterday.  I didn't feel like doing a post-apocalyptic thing.  I was thinking of having a character drinking himself silly in a bar while the world ended, but it sounded cliche in my head even before I could get a full paragraph down.  So I decided to sleep on it and try again today.  This is what I came up with.

This piece is dedicated to my nephew, who is quite possibly the biggest Minecraft fan on the planet.  :la:
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NamelessShe's avatar
Hardcore mode is always brutal. Good stuff here!