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Minecraft- Chapter 9: Over, Finished. We silently stood atop the great jungle tree, seemingly hundreds of blocks above the damp ground, soaked by cold, heavy, relentless rain, some of us solemn, others expectant. In the distance, there was a colossal form, its silhouette outlined by distant, infrequent strikes of lightning.
The great beast that easily seemed to outclass distant green jungle tree-littered hills on the horizon, one that seemed it could crush a few buildings under its foot without effort, let out a deep, booming, angry roar. I could feel as its eyes, though clouded from view by the dark rain and the beast’s own shadow, pierced into us, its targets. Then, its massive body began to move from a slumped stance to a trudging march, beginning to down whatever trees were between it and its prey.
Just then, I heard another sound, more shrill than the others, and much closer; it was the sound of an iron-plated hand colliding with the back of a soft, (and decidedly hollow) human head.
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
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
A New Game pt 12
Ridge walked along the streets of the city, looking relaxed for a man who had narrowly avoided death for the last few days. There was a song stuck in his head, and he had just remembered the name of it: 'Euphemia'. It had been running through his head ever since he killed Sparkles*. He glanced up at the tall buildings and looked back down, the old library in front of him.
Ridgedog remembered that there had been more corridors branching off from the hallways he had taken, tempting him to explore and to investigate. Ridge walked into the building, casually strolling amongst the stacks of dust covered books. Ridge scanned through the shelves of books, picking a few up to look at them, then placed them down. He ran fingers over worn volumes, as he searched for the one book that would allow him to gain access to the secret area.
He pulled the lever, and headed to the now open passageway, but he paused as he felt someone watching him. Ridge quickly turned around and reversed the
What I can't Change"Toby! No! NO! Get up! Please, Toby, please, get up! Please!" Martyn screamed as he fought against the arms holding him back.
The small, broken figure of his best friend lay curled in a pool of blood in the tall grass, his face peaceful. A small nugget of lapis lay in his limp hands, bloody handprints staining the beautiful blue gem red.
"He's gone, Martyn. You can't do anything." a small, gentle voice whispered in Martyn's ear, gentle as the wind, and yet as terrible as the storms that tore the land apart.
"H-he's not!" Martyn stammered, staring with his broken blue eyes at the blood on his friend's face. Streaks marred the crimson coating, streaks where tears had once run, tears that had now melted away with Toby's life slipping silently after them, slipping through Martyn's fingers like water.
It seemed like only yesterday they had been laughing together, running through the forests like nothing could touch them. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Martyn pushed away the hands holding hi
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