Village Diaries Quotes

Good. I want you to make me a weapon combining sanguinite, amberite, and dark steel. Do you think you could do it?” Zekours’s eyes narrowed. He smiled gravely. “Of course.

Because zombies can’t go out into the sun, most of them tend to be afraid of anything that can go into the sun and live to tell the tale.

Hey, Noble Dark One! Get down here. Oi! I got some samogorths that need to go home.

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste.

People said you get angry too easily. I didn’t want to deal with that.” My face turned red. “Who said that?!? I’m going to kick their –” “I guess I was right.

All six destroyer endermen stood at attention and grunted.  (Apparently, it was their way of showing unity and dominance. But, truth be told, they sounded like pigs.)

The ridiculousness of language continues to astound me.

I transmogrified into the ender wraith.

Dang!” said John.

What the

I stopped by Emma’s house first thing in the morning to check on her progress. She told me to get lost. Mad scientist.

I nodded my head and moaned in pain

The password is the following: Herobrine is rad and I wish he were my dad.

Hey, JediJedf?” “It’s actually JediJeff.” “What? Why didn’t you correct me before?” JediJeff shrugged. “People said you get angry too easily. I didn’t want to deal with that.” My face turned red. “Who said that?!? I’m going to kick their –” “I guess I was right.

Fucker, I though to myself. So irritated by a stare! I wonder what your reaction would have been if you had lived under occupation for as many years as I had, or if your shopping rights, like all of your other rights, were violated day and night, or if the olive trees in your grandfather's orchards had been uprooted, or if your village had been bulldozed, or if your house had been demolished, or if your sister could not reach her school, or if your brother had been given three life sentences, or if your mother had given birth at a checkpoint, or if you had stood in a line for days in the hot August summers waiting for your work permit, or if you could not reach your beloved ones in Arab East Jerusalem.... A stare, and you lose your mind!

But not before a nap of course. LOL

Claire.

creatures are going to rush out of a hole and steal your cookies.

Sit! Stand! Roll over! Good boy! Now, split into a bunch of smaller slimes! Wait. Baby slimes can't do that, can they?

charged poo screamer

Any questions before we get going?” “I have a question,” said Assassin Wither gruffly. “Let me lead the way. I’m super dominant and vicious. You won’t regret it.

lot harder than it looks.

Make sure the rainbow-colored ropes are secure around his wrists and place him under 24-hour guard. I am certain we will need him for something later.

Emma Watson.

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin? Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “.

case you fell asleep reading my last few entries, I'll first go over the events leading up to today.

Valdivia's actions symbolize man's indefatigable thirst to take control of a place where he can exercise total authority. That phrase, attributed to Caesar, proclaiming he would rather be first-in-command in some humble Alpine village than second-in-command in Rome, is repeated less pompously, but no less effectively, in the epic campaign that is the conquest of Chile. If, in the moment the conquistador was facing death at the hands of tht invincible Araucanian Caupolican, he had not been overwhelmed with fury, like a hunted animal, I do not doubt that judging his life, Valdivia would have felt death was fully justified. He belonged to that special class of men the species produces every so often, in whom a craving for limitless power is so extreme that any suffering to achieve it seems natural, and he had become the omnipotent ruler of a warrior nation.

For Amy is the victim of today's common malaise—too much self analysis; while I, finding myself remarkably uninteresting, am only too pleased to observe others and the natural objects around me. Thus I am

He's so big, he can swallow a creeper whole (and he's so strong, he'll survive the explosion—the worst damage being a bad case of gas. The history book literally describes Mungo's huge farts after he ate a creeper. No, my friends, don't ever stand downwind of Mungo after he's devoured a charged creeper. It won't be a pleasant experience.)

To my surprise, his head flew right off! It was as if his head was made of cardboard. Everyone screamed! Holy Moly! I guess I don’t know my own strength. I had accidentally killed the village chief. After that, everyone just ran away from me.

We had a special Construction class today. At first, they just went on about the super easy stuff. Stuff even I knew. Like how it's a really good idea to put a crafting table and a furnace next to each other. Who doesn't know that? They're made for one another. Aww.

Fawcett, who had always found refuge in the natural world, no longer recognized the wilderness of bombed-out villages, denuded trees, craters, and sunbaked skeletons. As Lyne wrote in his diary, “Dante would never have condemned lost souls to wander in so terrible a purgatory.

What hurt the most was that the villagers didn’t even bother to watch me get whupped on.

Time to man up, Jimmy!  But, I am only thirteen, Mr. Voice in my head. I don’t care! Man up!

new builders. The new group consisted of Kayla, Don, Madison and Nick. They were all new villagers that were looking for jobs, but none of them were builders by

dirty villagers

Rupert looked shocked. “But, you’re already missing class today. You will have missed two days of class!!! That’s … that’s … inconceivable!

So that’s what happened here. I thought maybe the Steves had a field day.

Unlegendary Noob

The villagers used their brains (because they are big brain)

Where’s the meat?!?” Xander shouted.

In any case, I see no reason why a good-tempered, steady-going cat should not be included in a country classroom. It adds a pleasantly domestic touch to our working conditions.

Lamashtu

I didn’t have anything else to do so

You’re the Baby Jimmy I’ve heard so much about?” “I’m just Jimmy,

live basically 200 meters away from Olympic Village so every morning I run to the village and meet so many athletes.

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Tina laughed. “We did, Daddy.

Wait. Was something forcing her to breathe fire? Was something pulling flames from her?

mood, and I said, “Hi!” to a villager. He fainted. I think it was my breath. Mom always tells me not to brush my teeth. But today I forgot and did anyway.

to take care of for his mining expedition. As for me, I went around the village to meet the new villagers

Lucky and I traveled to the wall nearby. We followed it around the village until we came upon Tommy.

At that point, Razberry paused—he was running out of things to ask. I guess three questions is a lot for him. Then, he just started asking random stuff, like:

You're not a spy, are you, Jello?" I petted his flat head. "No, of course not. You're a good boy.

You quick one! Like big rabbit! Me love rabbit stew! Hur, hur, hur.

They're just really small emeralds! I swear!

See? Shiny emerald! Real!" Well, the blacksmith thought I was a total noob. One emerald for two iron ingots is a really good deal for the person getting the emerald.

ALL BUSINESS. ALL THE TIME.

This collection of masterful secret tips and hints was brought to you by Urf, the masterful talented swordsman and combat guru.

THE ZOMBIES AREN'T COMING IN FOR TEA, LENNY. OMG THE ZOMBIES AREN'T COMING IN FOR TEA. Seriously?

Dude, Minecraft doesn't HAVE glow-in-the-dark-mushrooms. Those are REDSTONE ORE VEINS, noob!!

It's been thirty minutes, but I've almost mined this stone block! Boom! Got it! Wait, what?! Where's my cobblestone?!

MOVE, YOU ENDERMITES!! I'VE SEEN ZOMBIES SWIM FASTER UP WATERFALLS!!

hearts. That was a huge amount of damage from a single

The Legion never retreats!!" Kolbert stepped forward, surveying the approaching swarm. "Actually, in this case, I think we can make an exception." Within

Maybe you're thinking: "Wait! Mobs don't do those things! Mobs don't work together!

#SquadGoals.

SP266 (I have no idea), Mushroom (yeah, really), and Tomato (are you kidding me?).

6.9 out of 10.

That reminded me.

later.

checks.

Anyone who says I wasn’t mature is I mean poopy head.

Language as a Prison The Philippines did have a written language before the Spanish colonists arrived, contrary to what many of those colonists subsequently claimed. However, it was a language that some theorists believe was mainly used as a mnemonic device for epic poems. There was simply no need for a European-style written language in a decentralized land of small seaside fishing villages that were largely self-sufficient. One theory regarding language is that it is primarily a useful tool born out of a need for control. In this theory written language was needed once top-down administration of small towns and villages came into being. Once there were bosses there arose a need for written language. The rise of the great metropolises of Ur and Babylon made a common written language an absolute necessity—but it was only a tool for the administrators. Administrators and rulers needed to keep records and know names— who had rented which plot of land, how many crops did they sell, how many fish did they catch, how many children do they have, how many water buffalo? More important, how much then do they owe me? In this account of the rise of written language, naming and accounting seem to be language's primary "civilizing" function. Language and number are also handy for keeping track of the movement of heavenly bodies, crop yields, and flood cycles. Naturally, a version of local oral languages was eventually translated into symbols as well, and nonadministrative words, the words of epic oral poets, sort of went along for the ride, according to this version. What's amazing to me is that if we accept this idea, then what may have begun as an instrument of social and economic control has now been internalized by us as a mark of being civilized. As if being controlled were, by inference, seen as a good thing, and to proudly wear the badge of this agent of control—to be able to read and write—makes us better, superior, more advanced. We have turned an object of our own oppression into something we now think of as virtuous. Perfect! We accept written language as something so essential to how we live and get along in the world that we feel and recognize its presence as an exclusively positive thing, a sign of enlightenment. We've come to love the chains that bind us, that control us, for we believe that they are us (161-2).

Yes, she told me about how you defeated a great, big slime monster?” I gave her a half smile. “Oh…” “And how you fought with a powerful skeleton warlord?” “Ah, the Skeleton King…” “And how you’ve built a wall around this village to protect it?” “Well, actually, Tommy is building it now.” “You’re quite helpful, aren’t you?” I smiled. “Well, I try…” Cindy giggled a bit and Lisa laughed.

I know what you’re thinking. But we don’t eat villagers. But when we scare them, they sometimes drop really yummy food. One time, I scared a villager and she dropped a cake! That was the best day ever.

For Ciaran!” yelled Assassin Wither. I was so shocked that he got in his first two blows before I could pull my netherite sword. I slashed at his chest and I hit him, but not too severely. He backed away as Abigail

(I'm a good student, remember? I study hard. I read up. I'm the kind of kid who chugs a Potion of Leaping II just to get to the library faster. Okay, so that's an exaggeration. Only a noob would do that.) Anyway . . .

Some day, the mayor's gonna be saying something like: "You? A noob? Did I really say something so foolish? No, I always knew you were going to be the best, Sir Runt! Please forgive me, sir! Let me polish your sword for you!

The mobs won't ever think about going near a village again. The endermen will be so afraid, they'll actually start crying just looking at your village. And because water hurts the endermen, their own tears will actually burn them. See? That's how pro I am.

is a well-known builder and inventor from another village. Immediately when I met him, he asked me for a workshop of 20x20 blocks. He said he could live in there as well. I thought that was an interesting request, and since the mayor seems to know of him, I complied with

(A zombie dance party. Top secret info: I wasn't joking about zombies dancing on cake. See for yourself. If zombies step on cake, they'll begin bouncing around like crazy! Perhaps cake could be used to protect our village somehow. I'll consult Stump on this, since he's the baker.)

O hai mob. Thanks for spawning. Can you please just be a good mob and let a bunch of villager kids beat on you with wooden swords as if you were a training dummy? It's a good job. It pays a lot. We'll even give you healing potions to heal up all the damage so we can beat on you again.

But, although the readers have spoken about what they want to see happen, I am the author and will control the timing of any romance. Therefore, Jimmy and Claire could become a couple in this book or they may not become a couple until many more books have been written. So, be patient.

catch him. Mom says I used to do the same thing when I was his age. I guess they don’t feed us enough when we’re kids. My Mom said I had to get ready for dinner. I asked her, “What’s for dinner tonight?” “Rotten meatloaf.” “Can’t we go out to eat?” I asked her. “There are no villagers out

Uuuuurrrgghhhh!!!” “Honey, it’s time to get up!” “Uuuurrrgghhhaacckkhuhh?” “Honey, it’s night time already, you need to get up!” “Aww Mom, do I have to?” “Yes, you do. Those villagers aren’t going to scare themselves.” “Uuuurrgghhhhh!!!” “Don’t Uuuuurrrgghhh Me. You get up, and get ready this instant!

Guards, today we will face a great evil. This evil seeks to destroy our beloved village, but we will not let that happen. Today, we will stand together, we will stand united, we will stand strong and fight off this dark army. We may be outnumbered, but the enemy underestimates us. We’ve been training for this moment day and night. Because of our exceptional training, I know that everyone here is ready. We are ready to fight. We are ready to defend our home. So, I say to the ugly skeletons “bring it,” because we got this, everyone. WE GOT THIS!” Everyone cheered and our voices echoed through the air.

Of course we do. We are the wisest creatures on this planet. Only humans who can speak aquatic nahuatl ever realize this. The rest of them view us as food or cute pets or the source of potential medicines to regrow limbs. They only want to exploit us. They never speak to us. They never ask us what we want.

have to go out and scare some villagers again. Most of the time it’s boring, but sometimes it can be fun. One time, I crept up behind a villager and put my arms out like this, and said, “Uurrrgghhh!!!” It really scared him. Actually, he was so scared he ran away and dropped his sword. I took it as a souvenir. I have it hanging up on my wall.

Umm… sure…” I walked to the front of the stage. “Everyone, thank you for your tremendous help and support ever since I arrived here. As your new deputy mayor, I promise to continue with my efforts in protecting our homes. I have many plans for the future, and I believe these plans will make our village safer and better in every way. Thank you.

Assassin Wither, on the other hand, was peculiar. He wore a loose-fitting, all-black outfit, similar to something a ninja might wear. He had netherite armor and a netherite sword in one hand and battle axe in the other. He wore dark sunglasses to obscure his eyes. He had painted three wither skulls in the center of his chest plate. “Assassin Wither?

The other day, he was telling them about a monster called the 'poo screamer'. Supposedly, a poo screamer is a special type of creeper. Creepers are green, of course, because they're made out of leaves. But a poo screamer is brown because it's made out of poo. The poo screamer. When a poo screamer attacks, it doesn't hiss like a normal creeper. It makes a loud gurgling sound.

Mr. Beetroot, the history teacher, continued: "After several months of existing in the Overworld, a zombie will turn into a skeleton. The skeleton will grow smarter. The skeleton will run away if injured." Meanwhile, I thought: After thirty minutes of Mob History II, Runt will turn into a zombie. Runt will make moaning sounds. Runt will head toward the nearest door and break it down.

Finally, a villager named Moonpie moved to town and wants to start a new restaurant. Unfortunately, the mayor felt that we had a lot of options for food already, so he did not assign builders to the new restaurant right away. This made the new villager sad, but Moonpie was determined to hang in there. It was only a matter of time until the builders were free and can build the new restaurant. 

The villager led me to an open area with a big table and chair. Underneath the table and chair was a cool looking circular rug. It had a red and white pattern of circles within circles. “What a beautiful rug!” I exclaimed. “Errr…yes…very beautiful. We worked very hard on it just for you,” a villager chimed in. The villagers brought over a bunch of food to my table. “Please enjoy yourself, o’ mighty warrior.

Hm… I think our friendship is growing… maybe, just maybe… I thought to myself. I also thought about my first village. I should probably visit that village one of these days and pay my respect as well. But it is so hard and scary, that place is like a ghost town now. I sighed… So many sacrifices were made back then… but maybe soon, I’ll find a way to stop the monster plague and then they can all rest in peace.

A villager named Avery moved into town and started up a fashion clothing store. She said that fashion was her passion, and that she wanted to brighten up our town with dazzling colors and the latest trends. After moving in and starting up her business, Avery suggested to the mayor that we should put our guard force in uniform, so that we could distinguish them easily from regular villagers. The mayor loved the idea, so he commissioned

Guards, today we will face a great evil. This evil seeks to destroy our beloved village, but we will not let that happen. Today, we will stand together, we will stand united, we will stand strong and fight off this dark army. We may be outnumbered, but the enemy underestimates us. We’ve been training for this moment day and night. Because of our exceptional training, I know that everyone here is ready. We are ready to fight. We are ready to defend our home. So, I say to the ugly skeletons “bring it,” because we got this, everyone. WE GOT THIS!

Max cooked up a story about an enderman who wants to be a professional swimmer. The enderman is willing to pay 500 emeralds for a Potion of Water Resistance (so he doesn't burn while in the water). ② After hearing about the enderman, tons of kids at school freaked out. They wanted to brew that potion. Kids kept bugging the Brewing teacher about it. How do I craft one? What's the secret recipe? And so on. (The Brewing teacher got so annoyed, he called in sick today.) ③ Max and I dug up most of the sand around the village. (You need sand to make glass, glass to craft bottles, and bottles to brew potions.) ④ Yesterday, we spent hours crafting bottles.

them.” “Okay, Arceus and Calvin,” I said. “Yes?” they answered. “I need you guys to get horses and track down Team Scorpion. Once you have their location, we will assemble a team and attack their hideout.” Arceus nodded. “It sounds like a good plan.” “But what if they just keep running and they never stop?” asked Calvin. “They have to stop sometime,” said Shadow. “Plus, they have to stash their loot somewhere.” Calvin nodded. “Okay, we’ll head to Thane’s stable. I’ll pick up Rose too, she can help us track them.” “Good idea,” I said. Before leaving, Arceus turned to Cindy and said, “Alas, our time reunited was so short, and now we must part again, my love.” “Uh, why are you calling me that? I’m not your love,” Cindy replied. “Oh, but you are, darling. I love you, so therefore, you are my love.” “You love me…?” Cindy had a shocked expression on her face. “Yes, of course. If not for you, I would have left this town a long time ago.” “Really?” "To be honest, I hate this town. There's always some troubling event going on here. But this is your hometown, and I know you love it so. Therefore, I will gladly fight to my dying breath to defend it if I must.” Cindy blushed. “Um… that’s… very sweet of you…” “Well, we should head out now. Until we meet again, my love.” Arceus hugged Cindy and then he left with Calvin to go to the stable. “What should we do in the meantime?” asked Devlin. “We’ll go home and check up on everyone. We gotta make sure they’re okay.” “And then?” “We’ll prepare for the assault on Team Scorpion’s hideout.” Knight-Captain Devlin nodded. We made our way back to town. When we arrived, we saw a bunch of villagers by town hall. They were drowning the mayor with questions. “Who were those jerks?!” a villager asked. “What did they want?!” asked another. “I thought this place was safe!” yelled a new villager. “How are you going to protect us from them?!” The questions went on and on. The mayor lost the crowd, he had no control over them whatsoever. They were becoming restless.