Acrylic Waves (Bk 1)

There is the exaggerated thump of feet on the sand as if the owner of said feet had crashed harder than he intended. I hear the rasp of a sword drawn from an inventory and the clash of diamond sword on diamond sword, as well as Doc swearing. It's the one person I was both hoping to see and trying to avoid at all costs...

Acrylic Fields (Bk 2)

A swirling, silver portal appears in the middle of spawn. Bedrock begins to form under it, fading into tuff and then to grass. A single block of obsidian rises out of the middle of the circle, its edges gaining the blue tint of a diamond as it turns into an enchanting table. I look over at Notch. He looks pleased with...