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.

The ridiculousness of language continues to astound me.

I transmogrified into the ender wraith.

I nodded my head and moaned in pain

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

Dang!” said John.

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

What the

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!

charged poo screamer

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

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

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.

But not before a nap of course. LOL

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

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.

Patton shrugged. “I’m a pillager, so I’m never really happy per se.

Do you want me to put a ‘Stay off my lawn’ sign outside the door?” “What?!?” “You sound like a grumpy old man.

Claire.

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. “.

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

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.

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.

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).

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

If there are thirty mobs around you, just run away," he said. He took a swig of water from his water bottle. "Just run away.

He'd probably tell all the other kids something involving me, diapers and a poo screamer. A

Such as the zombie who had a craving for diamonds instead of brains. The legendary zombie miner. He only wanted to eat diamonds. He ate lava instead. Oh.

ate lava instead.

ALL BUSINESS. ALL THE TIME.

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!!

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.

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They're just really small emeralds! I swear!

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!!

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

Run away when thirty mobs are surrounding you. Really? Are you sure? You mean like, move your legs so you move away from the mobs? That's brilliant. Good tip.

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

#SquadGoals.

Brah, chill. I’m easy like Sunday morning. I’m just going to be picking away for the rest of the day. I ain’t gonna play, so you don’t have to flay. Cool?

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

checks.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Tina laughed. “We did, Daddy.

Lamashtu. Harvester of souls. Drinker of blood. Murderer of women and children.

I’ve known him since we could barely walk,” Emma said. “He hasn’t changed a whole lot.

I didn’t have anything else to do so

Lamashtu

6.9 out of 10.

That reminded me.

later.

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.

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.

Where’s the meat?!?” Xander shouted.

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

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

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?

Sanguinite: used for weapons and armor; crimson in color; does not exist in nature; created by Zekours, a glitch specializing in weapons crafting; weapons made with sanguinite change size to fit the size of the mob wielding the weapon; crafting recipe involves use of corrupted souls; many believe it is a cursed material and avoid it; not used for armor.

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.

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. 

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.

LATER.—After seven days of almost ceaseless goose-stepping, speech-making, and pageantry, the party rally came to an end tonight. And though dead tired and rapidly developing a bad case of crowd-phobia, I’m glad I came. You have to go through one of these to understand Hitler’s hold on the people, to feel the dynamic in the movement he’s unleashed and the sheer, disciplined strength the Germans possess. And now—as Hitler told the correspondents yesterday in explaining his technique—the half-million men who’ve been here during the week will go back to their towns and villages and preach the new gospel with new fanaticism. Shall sleep late tomorrow and take the night train back to Berlin.

Dear Kitty, Another birthday has gone by, so now I’m fifteen. I received quite a lot of presents. All five parts of Sprenger’s History of Art, a set of underwear, a handkerchief, two bottles of yoghurt, a pot of jam, a spiced gingerbread cake, and a book on botany from Mummy and Daddy, a double bracelet from Margot, a book from the Van Daans, sweet peas from Dussel, sweets and exercise books from Miep and Elli and, the high spot of all, the book Maria Theresa and three slices of full-cream cheese from Kraler. A lovely bunch of peonies from Peter, the poor boy took a lot of trouble to try and find something, but didn’t have any luck. There’s still excellent news of the invasion, in spite of the wretched weather, countless gales, heavy rains, and high seas. Yesterday Churchill, Smuts, Eisenhower, and Arnold visited French villages which have been conquered and liberated. The torpedo boat that Churchill was in shelled the coast. He appears, like so many men, not to know what fear is—makes me envious! It’s difficult for us to judge from our secret redoubt how people outside have reacted to the news. Undoubtedly people are pleased that the idle (?) English have rolled up their sleeves and are doing something at last. Any Dutch people who still look down on the English, scoff at England and her government of old gentlemen, call the English cowards, and yet hate the Germans deserve a good shaking. Perhaps it would put some sense into their woolly brains. I hadn’t had a period for over two months, but it finally started again on Saturday. Still, in spite of all the unpleasantness and bother, I’m glad it hasn’t failed me any longer. Yours, Anne

8:00am The sun is shining, the cows are mooing, and I am ready for the mines. I hope I find something awesome today. Steve has told me about some pretty crazy things I had no idea existed. According to him, I must find empty tombs in the desert. That’s where the real treasures are. For today, I will stick to regular mining. Who knows, maybe I will come across an abandoned mine shaft; could be my lucky day.   12:30pm I was forced to come home for lunch today because I had too much stuff to carry. I was getting low on my iron ore, gold, and lapis lazuli stocks before this mine trip. It’s amazing how quick lapis goes when you are busy enchanting everything but the kitchen sink. I’d enchant that too if I had one. I wonder what an enchanted kitchen sink would do. Would it do my dishes for me? That would be so cool.   I have plenty of both now. I can make some new armor and enchant it! I love mining.   Steve decided to join me for lunch and we ate a couple of pork chops and some cake. I love cake! We ate until no more food could fill us up. Then, Steve had the guts to brag about how, when he mines, he takes a horse with extra storage so he can stay down there all day long. Well fancy you, Steve.   He also went on to tell me about how well the crops are doing these days. He thinks it’s because he is looking after them half of the time. What he doesn’t know is I throw bone marrow on them when I am working. Makes my job faster and gives me more free time so whatever you need to tell yourself, Steve.   Life may be easier switching every day between mines and farming, but it still doesn’t make me his biggest fan. I just don’t think he needs to fall in a hole, either. At least… Not right now. I would consider us to be frienemies; Friendly enemies. Yes. At times we pretend to get along, but most of the time, we are happiest doing our own thing.   6:00pm Mining this afternoon was super fun… Not! I got attacked by a partially hidden skeleton guy. I couldn’t see him enough to strike back until half of my life hearts were gone. I must not have made the space bright enough. Those guys are nasty. They are hard to kill too. If you don’t have a bow and arrow you might as well surrender. Plus, they kind of smell like death. Yuck.   Note to self: Bring more torches on the next mining day.   On the other hand, I came back with an overshare of Redstone, too much iron for my own good, and oddly, quite a few diamonds. I won’t be sharing the diamonds with anyone. They are far too precious. They will go to some new diamond pickaxes, and maybe some armor. Hmm, I could enchant those too! The iron and Redstone though, I am thinking a trip to the village may be in order. See what those up-tight weirdos are willing to trade me.   For now, it’s bedtime.   6:10pm You can only sleep at night. You can only sleep at night. You can only sleep at night.   6:11pm That stupid rule gets me every time. Why can’t I decide when it’s bed time?   First, I will go eat a cookie, then I will go to sleep. Day Thirty-Three   3:00am I just dreamt that our world was made of cookies.