Chapter 8: The ModeratorsThe three of us sat atop one of the many towering trees of the large jungle biome that we had been trekking through, taking a short rest. San lay asleep on a bed of leaves next to me, and Slenda sat on the opposite of the treetop as us, looking off into the vast jungle. I decided that I should use this opportunity to talk to her, maybe make her a bit less hostile, but as I began walking towards her she threatened that she would shove the limb that I valued the most into my heart, so I backed off. As I walked back towards San on the leaves of the jungle tree I began to hear two voices coming from below us.
"C'mon it's an adventure! Using creative would just ruin it " The other began to grumble to himself, "What chance do we have of finding of the jungle temple if we don't access our power beyond measure?" The first casually patted him on the back and assured him, "Trust me, it's much more satisfying to find it in survival." His companion groaned and reluctantly co
Guardians.Dogs are not animals… they are guardians.
Their job is to watch over us; if we are safe, they’ve done their job and they are happy.
Sometimes they save us and we don’t know it. Sometimes the things they do seem so miniscule and pointless that we would never consider their effect on us.
Every dog owner’s life has been saved by a dog.
They save us through their floppy smiles and their tails, through their growls and their scrunched muzzles. They protect us from everything bad.
I have a guardian… and he has saved me. I don’t know how, but I can see it in his eyes. He’s happy, he knows I’m safe, because he made sure of it.
That’s why dogs smile.
Minecraft- Chapter 10: A Fierce New Candle-Lit Foe The rain that had so relentlessly pelted us before quickly dissipated, the warm morning sun cutting through the dark clouds that once thickly shrouded the sky.
Our group of four; one green-hoodied creeper girl, one purple cycloptic robot, one black vest-wearing.. guy, and an extremely uninteresting generic boy with a sword that he really shouldn’t have been trusted with, (I have a rather realistic self-image) separated and set out towards a new objective; finding Slenda, who seemed to have teleported away to some unknown location.
It was a good idea for her to do it at the time.. but it wasn’t very convenient for the rest of us, especially given the fact that we had absolutely no idea where she went.
“Hey, robot guy!” San called, TF turning his head towards her, “Can you like, do some scans or something that can tell us where Slenda is?”
TF glared at San with his glowing green eye. “You assume that I am capable of performing complic
Minecraft- Chapter 11: It's a Long Story... With Slenda in the clutches of what appeared to be a well-dressed pumpkin, the four of us; LV, San, TF, and I darted from the jungle clearing and into the thick brush, bounding over whatever leafy blocks were in our way. TF, the only one with knowledge of our destination, took the lead. Behind him were LV and I, and at the back was the always enthusiastic and energetic San, her body shaky and tired.
I looked ahead to see TF, who was leaping forward off the top of a small tree and LV close behind, pulling himself up the tangle of vines draped across it. Then I looked back to San, panting heavily and about to collapse, simply in an attempt to keep up with me.
Grabbing the vines of the tree, I waited for San, who was able to quickly catch up.
San looked at me, a confused look on her face, “Wh- *pant* why did you stop?” She questioned as her sweaty hand grabbed for a vine, “We’ve got-- *pant, pant* somewhere to be!”
San struggled to hoist herself onto