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# 📖 Steve's Journal
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> *"There must be a better way than doing this myself every single day."*
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> — Steve
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## ✦ Chapter 1 — The Butcher
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I have never minded hard work.
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Building farms. Tending crops. Mining for materials. Gathering food. These are simply things that need to be done, and I have never been one to complain about doing them.
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But there is one job I have grown to hate.
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**Butchering animals.**
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Every morning I walk through the fields and check on the animals. The cows need tending. The pigs need feeding. The chickens need gathering.
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And eventually, there are simply too many of them.
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There is no avoiding it. I pick up my sword and begin reducing the herd.
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It isn't the killing that bothers me.
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It is the repetition.
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Day after day.
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Week after week.
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The same animals.
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The same sword.
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The same work.
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And when I am not dealing with my own animals, there are always hostile creatures to contend with. Creepers in the fields. Zombies wandering near the house. Skeletons appearing after dark.
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Sometimes I find myself wondering how much of my life is spent doing things that could perhaps be done by someone—or something—else.
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There must be a better way than doing this myself every single day.
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---
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## ✦ The Experiment
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I have spent years studying the strange relationship between magic and the objects of this world.
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I have seen ordinary things perform extraordinary tasks when exposed to the right kind of magic.
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So I began experimenting.
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My first attempts were disappointing.
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A sword enchanted with one spell would simply glow.
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A tool placed beneath another spell would do nothing at all.
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I tried commanding tools to move on their own.
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Nothing.
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I tried giving simple instructions to objects.
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Still nothing.
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I was beginning to think I was wasting my time.
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Then, one evening, I noticed the armor stand in the corner of my workshop.
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It had been there for months, perhaps longer. It was holding an old set of armor that I no longer used.
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I stared at it for quite some time.
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An armor stand is already shaped like a person.
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It can wear armor.
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It can stand where I place it.
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Perhaps I have been approaching this all wrong.
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Perhaps I don't need to make it alive.
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Perhaps I only need to give it **purpose**.
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---
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## ✦ The Awakening
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I returned to my experiments the following evening.
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This time I changed my approach.
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Instead of trying to make the armor stand move, I tried to give it a task.
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The first attempt did nothing.
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The second caused the armor stand to fall over.
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The third made it turn slightly before becoming completely still again.
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The fourth attempt was different.
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It gave the stand arms.
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At first, I considered that a failure as well. It still wouldn't kill anything.
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But then I realized what I had actually accomplished.
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It could hold things.
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Weapons.
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Tools.
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Perhaps even other objects.
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That gave me some small sense of success, despite the fact that I still had no idea how to make it do the one thing I wanted.
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I was about to give up for the evening when I heard something behind me.
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**Clank.**
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I turned around.
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The armor stand was standing.
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I stared at it.
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It stared back.
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At least, it appeared to.
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Then I noticed something that made me stop breathing for a moment.
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It was holding my sword.
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I had not put the sword in its hands.
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---
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## ✦ The First Butcher
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I wasn't sure what would happen next.
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There was only one way to find out.
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I opened the door to the animal pen and waited.
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Nothing happened.
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The armor stand didn't move.
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I waited longer.
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Still nothing.
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Then suddenly...
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The work was done.
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I stood completely still.
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I hadn't seen the armor stand move.
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I hadn't even heard it approach.
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The animal was simply gone.
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I looked at the armor stand.
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It was back where I had left it.
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Standing.
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Waiting.
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I gave it another task.
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The result was the same.
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It didn't complain.
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It didn't get tired.
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It didn't ask for food.
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It simply waited for me to give it something to do.
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I think I stood there for several minutes just staring at it.
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For the first time in a very long while, I could walk away from the animal pens without worrying about what needed to be done next.
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I may have finally found the answer to my problem.
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---
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## ✦ Something Else Was Waiting
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I discovered something else that night.
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I hadn't intended for the armor stand to deal with hostile creatures.
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At least, I don't think I did.
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A group of zombies wandered too close to my home after dark.
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I reached for my sword.
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Before I could draw it, I heard the familiar sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone.
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**Clank.**
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Then silence.
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I looked toward the armor stand.
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It hadn't moved.
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The zombies were gone.
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I checked the area.
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Nothing.
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I returned to the armor stand.
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It was still standing in its place.
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Waiting.
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That was when I realized I had created something different from what I originally intended.
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I hadn't simply made a helper for the animal pens.
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I had created something that understood its purpose.
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Something that could deal with the work I had grown tired of doing myself.
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And perhaps most importantly...
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**It could do it while I was somewhere else.**
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Even while I was asleep.
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---
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## ✦ The Butcher
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I still don't know exactly where the magic came from.
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Perhaps I never will.
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Maybe that is the most interesting part of all.
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I did not create life.
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I did not create a creature.
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I simply found a way to give purpose to something that had never possessed one.
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An armor stand.
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Something ordinary.
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Something that had spent its existence standing still.
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Until now.
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I have decided to call it a **MobStand**.
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An armor stand brought to life by magic, given a task, and trusted to carry it out.
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I have written down everything I can remember about the process.
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There are still many things I don't understand.
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But tonight, before I close this journal, there is one question I cannot stop thinking about.
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> **"If I can teach an armor stand to do one job..."**
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> **"...what else might it be capable of?"**
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*My experiments have only just begun.*
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*I have a feeling there are many other problems that might be solved with this strange magic.*
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## ✦ A Note About My Work
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I have spent considerable time refining the process.
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What began as an experiment in my workshop has become something that can be recreated by others.
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If you have an armor stand of your own and wish to give it a purpose, I have preserved the process so that others may put it to work.
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### **[Acquire My MobStand](https://www.spigotmc.org/resources/rs-mobstand.136006/)**
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*Give it a task.*
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*Then let my discovery do the work.*
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