How I Mined EVERY Diamond in a 100 by 100 Minecraft World

I Mined out my Entire Minecraft World to Collect Every SINGLE Diamond. It took like 10 hours... for a firework show... good grief.

Music Used:
"Andy Griffith Tribute" - Huseyin Aksu
(Rest coming soon I have to go to school now ahhhh)
Some DougDoug Music (he makes very cool stuff and I thought it fit haha)

Members:
@SubParTyson - Tyson
@Wahhfff - Collin
Rather_Quenched - Preston

thanks to rekrap2 for helping me with the intro :) Parker is so cool

hahaha youtube analytics go brrrrrr
Not Minecraft, But Water Rises or Minecraft, But Lava Rises, or any other but challenge like that. This isn't a speed run / speed runner of Minecraft against a killer / assassin. This isn't 100 Days Hardcore or I Played Minecraft Hardcore for 100 Days and Here's what Happened. This is the 100 by 100 Minecraft World. Links to Socials: (Use this Discord Link if there is one above. I'm currently using the "mass edit" feature because I'm lazy like that)

[RaymondCampesino]

"keep resource management in mind"

*makes 3 stacks of diamonds literally explode*

[ajnalajna]

I love how he turned such a chill episode into literal chaos and then just ended the video saying “we immediately replaced them” 😭

[The_Horizon]

I love these longer videos, really fleshes out a video much more

[SubParTyson]

I was there for the villagers trial and it's still funny to this day

[justamilkshake]

I think it’s absolutely insane how much you can do on such a small world! I think next you should make a casino to scam your server mates out of precious resources. Nothing you can’t get back, but maybe something like iron which still takes a while to farm.

[airlyanimations]

“The villagers were found guilty”
L o r e 1 0 0

[ShortHax]

Jaron putting down villager strikes? Now that’s a pro capitalist move

[JimFourOneTwoThree]

Imagine getting sentenced to only ONE WEEK in prison but then instead being executed because of lack of prisons

[Sam_]

Can’t believe Jaron broke two rules resource management and no lore

[TheGreatPapyrus]

Yeah Jaron: throws a firework party

Luke the notable:look what they need to do to mimic a fraction of our power

[ktgame]

6:19: Jaron tries to place a sign on air

[justachillingcat]

Please keep doing the longer videos! I really enjoy them! Loved this one :D

[yaurenhero]

Honestly the video was too good
The voice acting, sudden change from minning diamonds to mission WOT
This video was the best so far

[FighterDood]

"No War, No Lore"

*proceeds to tell a story about villagers going on strike*

[mr.random]

Actually a 100 by 100 world is pretty strategic since u never have to leave the loaded chunks so whatever u do things will still smelt or reload because ur always in the same area

[sassychip]

Hey jaron! I play on mcpe and seeing this series from the start has kinda convinced me to take this challenge too! I don't know about the border n stuff on bedrock so I'll load up a random world seed on an "old world" (it's an option among the other flat and infinite, old worlds are like a small world with void near the edges, kinda like a border). And I'll try to achieve as much as I can while on a random seed bordered world. This series is fantastic :)

[TheKarlMarx]

“I changed the name from price war to price tussle” 😂 I haven’t laughed that hard in a while

[jack]

3:58 a baby zombie is a Minecraft players worst nightmare but with full diamond armor 😳

[per]

Yay you are the richest now in the server but all those diamonds are gone

[Dragon_The_Cat]

So much for no lore, because you’ve just given me a heap of inspiration, so I decided to write. About the villagers of course. Decided to post it in case any of you want to read :) just for fun I guess. and great video as always! I’m loving the longer vods.

August 18th
Entry One

It was only a few days ago when we first went on strike. Unknowing to the consequences, we raised the prices on our trades, in an act of rebellion against the players that kept us trapped in this tiny home. There was only five of us, but we knew it would be effective. We were aware of the ever growing frustration we were causing, and our strike was showing signs of success.

August 21st
Entry Two

A few days later, there were more. More villagers. More of us. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that this would only lead to a greater strike from our people once we persuaded the new villagers to join us. The players were foolish. But Parker was concerned about this. He was afraid that we were being replaced. And in a way, he was right, but we still had no idea of what was to come. With hesitation, we collectively decided to lower our prices, in hopes the players would foolishly fall for our trickery, and leave us be. Still, we had victory in our grasp. The strike was not over.

At some point, one of the younglings had built up the courage to escape through one of the windows, and we haven’t heard from them since. I wonder what is out there, outside of this enclosed room? I guess we can only wonder and listen in on words from the players who visit us. Unfortunately, our original group of five could not fit through the windows, and before more younglings could even have the chance to escape, the windows and doors were boarded. We can no longer see outside.

August 24th
Entry Three

Soon enough, the newer villagers had grown enough to be able to work, and took up workstations eerily similar to our own. And then, it was horrifying. It seemed like a living nightmare, watching as our fellow people fell to the wrath of the zombies, only to become the undead themselves, with only little hints back to who they once were. It was rather frightening. The memory alone is sickening. But brushing that aside, the players seemed satisfied with their actions. The zombified still remain. I am still unsure if we are to be replaced, or if the players have a different idea in mind. Hrrm.

August 25th
Entry Four

Rebecca suggests that, since the newer villagers are zombified, we shouldn’t have to worry about replacement as they are in no position to work. She says we should continue with our strike. Tentatively, we agree. The prices are raised once more. And the players? Well…

They were outraged!

August 27th
Entry Five

Believe it or not, one of the players came by with a confident stride and, like a miracle, they healed the zombified with potions and peculiar looking apples, bringing them to life once more. Within minutes, it was like nothing had happened, and they returned as villagers completely unscathed. They had lowered their prices as a thanks to returning them to a healthier state. There was something unsettling about it, but I wasn’t sure what. Was there something going on that we had missed? Was this wizardry? Us five weren’t sure about what was going on, but to play it safe, we lowered our prices once more. I’m sure if we hadn’t, the other villagers would’ve poured their hearts into persuading us to do so anyway, as the players had revived them from a terrible, terrible circumstance. If I was in their position, I would have been thankful myself. As for the others, maybe not so. But we weren’t in their position. We still had a strike to uphold.

August 28th
Entry Six

Us five seem to… have kept the prices lowered. I think it was subtle, and perhaps a subconscious decision, but we have ended the strike. Officially, at that. It is great to have more company from the other villagers, despite us being separated, and we haven’t been replaced at all. Parker is unsure on whether their original intention was to replace us, or if they had never wanted to do so in the first place. I told him that, either way, things have turned out for the better, in hopes that he wouldn’t worry too much about it. It’s a thought that lingers in my mind from time to time too.

August 31st
Entry Seven

I don’t know what happened. The day started like any other, with the players coming by to trade with us as they always did. They were even trading with the newer group of villagers that were set in the other area beside us. And then one of the players came and began to release us, one by one. Nothing like this had ever happened before, but I felt a shiver run down my spine and feared the worse. Had they finally had enough of us? Or were they setting us free into a world we had never explored, to roam as we please? Curiosity had the best of me, but I feared the worst. As my fellow companions were led out of the room individually, I was the last one left. With an open gate, the player released me, and I was in shock. For a second, I couldn’t move, but this was a once in a lifetime chance and I knew I had to spend it well. I wanted to live.

To their utmost surprise, I darted out of the room and ran past them, putting all of my strength to push forwards. I took a right and ran into the room with the other villagers that were working away and chatting amongst themselves. I then recollected myself, shoved all signs of fear away, and tried my best to stay calm and blend in. I turned around, and saw the player walk in with a look of confusion of their face as their eyes gazed upon the room. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach. Did they see me? Did they know who I was? When they looked around, trying to pick out who I was, I felt a sense of achievement flood through me. Maybe… maybe I did it! Maybe I escaped! I lived! I felt relief as they left, accepting the fact that I looked too alike to the many other villagers in the room, and knowing they wouldn’t be able to pick me out from the crowd.

September 1st
Entry Eight

I still don’t know what happened to the others. Wherever they are, I will miss them, and I will forever question if what I did was beneficial to me. What if the others were truly free? Had I just sold my life away to the life I had always been living, never to find out what lay beyond these small rooms? Had I saved myself from my potential demise? I don’t know. From where I sit, writing away in this book, I hear a sound thundering from above me, and it rumbles through the walls. No matter how faint, I can hear it. Over and over, like an echo that never fades, or the ticking of a clock that has lost its consistency and charm. Explosions? Thunder? Fireworks? I don’t know. I just have to live my life knowing that I, Charles, was the one villager that got away. I will live my life down here, with the rest of my people, working away and pleasing the players with my cheap trades. I know not to this day what could have awaited me if I had followed suit, and had the courage to step out into the world. I suppose I will live a life of what if’s, always wondering what could have happened on that fateful day. Even then, I am satisfied. I am living. I don’t know when I will write again, but when I do, I will remember this.

Charles, signing off.