Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 406: Terrifying! Defend the Shoebox!

Nee nee wuu— nee—

George was certain he hadn't misheard.

Right now!

Right beneath his feet!

A low voice, like whimpering, yet also like speech, was intermittently sounding.

Who was it?

He had been busy building the outer wall.

And Dream had been going back and forth continuously transporting oak wood.

This local multiplayer room was password-protected—without Dream's permission, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to join.

Moreover!

Even if soone could enter the server...

Forget about whether they could find them.

Even if they found them, they couldn't possibly appear inside the house out of thin air!

After all, from start to finish, George hadn't left their shoebox cabin even half a step!

It was absolutely impossible for soone to enter the cabin right under his nose without him noticing!

That ant!

Thinking this far, beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on George's forehead.

At this mont, night had completely fallen.

Large patches of clouds drifted slowly across the sky.

The huge moon floated in the air, emitting faint light.

Dense chirping of insects rose from all around, while quiet yet slightly eerie piano music, serving as background music, drifted faintly and slowly.

The chilly night breeze blew from the depths of the dark oak forest, carrying a cool, gloomy chill.

—!

George lit the last remaining torch from his pocket.

The flickering faint light swayed like a solitary lamp in a vast, dark ocean.

Using the blurry halo of light, George leaned slightly out from the roof, illuminating the pitch-black room...

And at the sa ti.

Dream, outside the room, was also straining to peer into the dense shadows of the oak forest.

Crack— crack—

Dream was also certain he hadn't misheard.

At this mont, in that oak forest made especially eerie by the dim moonlight, there really were crackling sounds rustling.

Like hollow bamboo tubes rubbing and colliding with each other, even more like... the sound of loose bones rubbing and colliding back and forth.

Whoosh—

Crack—

For a mont!

A bizarre atmosphere spread through the livestream chat.

A chilling, sinister aura made all the viewer audience present involuntarily shrink their necks—

Why does it feel... the atmosphere is a bit off?

"The background music changed too."

"The scenery was quite beautiful before, but as soon as the sun set, why does it suddenly feel like the underworld?"

"And these strange sounds... giving goosebumps..."

"It can't be, right? I an, it's just a block ga, Old Thief really doesn't need to go this far, right?"

"The key is this lighting is fucking deadly, these tree shadows and rustling weed effects make it hard not to think of Giant Mountain over there..."

"Probably just a small Old Thief underworld easter egg, he can't possibly have also made—"

"Fvvvvvvvvk—!!! Fuck damn it! Fuck—!"

Before the chat barrage discussion could even finish!

Suddenly!

From George's side, a terrified scream erupted!

Because as the torch drew closer, George clearly saw—

Two green-skinned, expressionless, terrifying monsters wearing the sa clothes as Dream were face to face with him, staring directly at him!

Zombies!

"Holy! Shit!"

It wasn't that George didn't know there were zombies in My World.

But from the promotional posters, zombies usually appeared in mine shafts.

Neither posters nor trailers ever said these things would appear at night!

Much less that they'd directly spawn inside your poorly lit room!

George had absolutely zero ntal preparation, instantly coming face to face with two zombies!

Most crucially!

Before this, because Dream couldn't quite accept My World's original pixelated art style for a while, he had set all the built-in lighting and texture packs to maximum!

So!

Even though the two zombies appearing before George still had blocky heads.

They were also ferocious-faced, deathly pale, covered in wounds, blood-drenched zombies!

A scream!

George directly perford a huge jump on the spot!

Then thumped to the ground, scrambling to turn around and flee!

"Dreeeeeeeeeam! Zombies! Help help help help help..."

Whoosh— thwip! Thud!

A sharp sound cutting through the air!

Bathed in moonlight, a sharp arrowhead drew a lightning flash through the air, swift as a teor, thudding firmly into the ground right in front of Dream!

Looking up!

A skeletal archer with not a shred of flesh, supported only by pure white bones, now stood in the oak forest, bow drawn and arrow nocked!

If you were a player who had never played My World before.

You'd find it hard to imagine that such a blocky-headed block ga could actually scare people through creating a terrifying and dark atmosphere.

Dream and George felt it.

"Shit! What the fu— fu fu fu fu fu—!!!"

Thud! Thwack!

With another arrow cutting through the air, Dream felt a numbness on his forehead!

The skeleton archer's precise arrow struck squarely on his head!

"Wah ah ah ah ah—!"

Dream jumped from the impact, two health bars instantly gone!

With a startled cry, Dream turned and scrambled into their half-finished house!

Although the house temporarily lacked a roof, at least it had walls that could easily block the skeleton's attacks!

Most importantly, he just heard George shouting sothing about "zombies."

So the top priority was to quickly regroup and jointly fight these monsters that suddenly spawned at night!

"George!"

Fortunately, as soon as he entered, Dream spotted George with his back turned.

Sky blue shirt, dark blue pants, though sowhat blurry under the dim moonlight.

But this was their house!

Who else in the room could it be but George?

"Hurry George! I have stone here, we can make two stone swords for defense!"

Dream shouted urgently while rushing to 'George's' back, patting his shoulder:

"There are skeleton archers outside we need to— holy shit holy fucking shit!!!"

Dream watched as the 'George' in front of him turned around!

A deathly green corpse face directly confronted him!

Thwack!

The zombie raised its hand!

A scream sounded!

Dream's health suffered another blow, this ti losing three bars directly!

Nee nee nee wuu—

As Dream collapsed sitting on the ground, the zombie waved its claws nacingly, pouncing again!

At this critical mont!

Dream actually, with unbelievable speed, instantly pulled a workbench from his pants, slapped it on the ground, casually took out two stone blocks and one wooden stick!

Crunch!

White light flashed!

Swoosh— slash—!!!

With the whistling sound of a heavy sword blade cutting through air, under the pale moonlight, a sharp flowing light flashed!

Thump—

Clink clank clank...

The claw-waving zombie was instantly decapitated by a fierce horizontal slash!

The body fell to the ground, turning into a string of experience orbs.

Buzz—

The livestream chat instantly exploded!

'OHHHHHHHHH—'

'Holy shit— what kind of hand speed was that?!'

'Instantly placed workbench and assembled stone sword?'

'Holy shit! So fucking cool!'

'Badass—!!!'

'Damn damn damn... too fast.. absolutely dazzling!'

'Shocked! Holy shit that speed!'

'Incredible...'

'Never imagined this kind of show effect!'

Hard to imagine that such a seemingly relaxing and casual, even sowhat childish and comical modeled ga actually had such hype monts!

Before Dream could cheer like the audience!

Behind the just-fallen zombie, within the dark shadows, another zombie figure actually appeared!

Even more terrifying was—

This zombie was actually holding a wooden sword!

"What the fu—!!!"

Dream, with battle spirit thoroughly ignited, raised his hand ready for a flying sky slash!

But the next second!

The opposing zombie actually retreated repeatedly, screaming in terror:

" ! Holy shit no no no! Don't slash! It's ! George!!!"

"Huh?" The sharp stone sword stopped just above George's head, Dream full of suspicion: "How do I know you're not a zombie pretending? You're wearing exactly the sa clothes as the zombies!"

"Are you an idiot?"

George was frantic:

"Aren't you fucking wearing exactly the sa as the zombies too! Why don't you doubt yourself?!"

Saying this!

George, holding the wooden sword, sidestepped, making squishing sounds with his butt: "Can this prove it now?"

"Sigh— can prove it,"

Dream finally relaxed, pulling a torch from his pocket and planting it on the ground:

"After all, zombies can't perform such dramatic movents......"

George:…

The audience instantly burst into laughter!

"Hahahahahaha so entertaining bro! So damn funny!"

"I'm fucking laughing my guts out, was quite tense before..."

"You two should just specialize in streaming My World from now on, good to watch, love watching it"

'Show effect explosion'

'And this is still at Cologne Gascom, once they return and study it a bit, I can't even imagine how interesting their streams will be'

'Attention everyone, this man is called Dream...'

'??? The editing bro arrived before the official stream even started?'

'Hahahahahahaha...'

...

Novel! Thrilling! Exciting! Funny!

Have to say!

The freshness this ga brought players was truly beyond expectations!

From the initial item crafting creativity, to the building difficulty where you understand but your hands can't keep up, to the thrilling and wonderfully amusing night monster battles!

Everything was so novel!

Everything was so interesting!

And this!

Was only the very first day of the ga's start!

What was that eerie purple portal built with black stone? What was that device that turned into a portal when you threw in a diamond?

The huge sandbox still contained even larger interesting gaplay chanics, waiting for players to discover!

And right now!

Just as Dream was about to sit down and rest, eat an apple to replenish his hunger level—

Crack—

Suddenly.

Behind him, at the house's doorway.

A barely audible bone collision sound abruptly sounded.

"Holy— shit—"

Hearing the sound!

Dream didn't even have ti to stand up, only able to turn his head to look.

He saw, right at the doorway.

A skeleton archer had already drawn its bowstring taut.

By the ti Dream thought to dodge, it was already too late.

It's over.

Dream's heart sank.

He never expected that archer to be so fast, having reached their doorstep in just the blink of an eye.

Looks like there was no avoiding this arrow...

Creak— twang— thud!!!

In that instant!

The startling bowstring sound rang out!

However, the expected numbness sensation didn't appear.

George's body was blocking in front of him.

A sharp arrow with its fletching still trembling was embedded squarely in George's chest....

"Dre.....am...."

A strained groan ca from George's mouth.

He turned his stiff neck, rotated his blocky head, looking at the shocked Dream.

His tone carried no regrets and deep nostalgia for the world:

"You must..... live on..... properly...."

"...Why the hell do you have so much drama?!"

Dream facepald as he stood up, his eye-roll almost reaching Antarctica!

"I hear zombies again! Let's work!"

"Alright—"

The exposed George wasn't annoyed either, taking the stone sword Dream handed him, assuming a fighting stance!

Outside, hordes of zombies seed endless, closing in on the house from all over the mountains!

Inside, the two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, stone swords in hand, ready for battle!

Shing!

As Dream brandished his stone sword!

The two charged out simultaneously, swinging their swords toward the doorway!

"Kill—!"

"Defend the shoebox!!!"