Clay

One night, at around 6 PM, I was bored beyond comprehension. I decided to head over to my computer and play some Minecraft. There was no way I was going to play vanilla, so I lurked for a few minutes on the forums. I came across a mod called the Clay Soldier mod. I installed it and proceded to play it.

After an hour, it got boring. I knew the only way to have fun with it was if I built a big arena, and I was to tired to do that. I wanted something hands-on to do, so I headed over to my local dollar store. I searched the aisles up and down, until I found what I went there for. Modeling clay. The last package, too. I payed for it and left.

When I got home, I got started right away. I got some old newspapers and spread them out across my dining room table. I opened the package and cut a good sized piece off of the big brick of clay. I made some little men and a malnourished horse (made body too skinny) with a couple of clay planes. I was playing with clay until about 10:34 PM. I decided to hit the hay and call it a night. I packed the clay together and put it back in the bag and left it on the table. I took a shower and went to bed. Before I went to bed I remembered I didn't have work the next day, so I had more time to model with the clay.

The next morning I woke up thinking of all the fun I would have, but then I got to my dining room table.

Over the table was what looked like a battlefield. White men were in running positions. Some were torn in half. Red clay was "seeping" out of the torsos of the torn men. One clay man made of red clay was in the middle or ripping a white clay man in half, but he was frozen. I was half in shock, half chuckling. I looked around my house for a person, because I thought someone broke in and played with my clay. I shrugged it off and got a closer look at the clay carnage that went on. I saw the damage, and just decided to clean it up. none of the clay got mixed together, not that I could see. I put all the white clay back onto the big brick and put all of the red clay into a sandwich bag. I was about to put the clay somewhere away from the table, when my girlfriend called me. We talked for a bit, and we decided on going to the movies. I forgot about my original plans for the clay and just put it back on the table.

After going to the movies and dropping off my girlfriend, I returned home.

What I saw this time was even worse.

White clay men were now completely dismembered. The red clay was all over. This time, there were more red clay men than white. What I also noticed was that the clay in the bag was now 2/3 red clay. I groaned, not because of fear, but because I had to clean all this up. I was really starting to get annoyed.