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Minecraft RP!Okay
Minecraft RP!
Okay, super random idea. But whatever. Here's the plan:
You're in a glitchy world. It keeps going back from Peaceful to Mods On. We're starting from your spawn point. You can be friends or enemies. We are in Pocket Version for Ipad (and realted electronics), but the new update. Yeah. Okay. Right, just one more thing: you are not just playing a game. You have been sucked into the minecraft world. If you die there, you die in the real world.
Just one thing-- just make regular names.
Name: Sam
Gender: F
Personality: scared of mobs. Does not like fighting and just tries to settle in.
Appearance: note. I know I said for the smaller electronics, but we can design our own appearances. Added bonus. sky blue eyes, sky blue shorts, sky blue shirt, and blue hair.
Specialty: Simple building.
Enjoys: herding animals.
Okay. As soon as you make your charrie, you can write, because we don't have to meet up at the very beginning.
Sam~
I spawn very close to a village. With a cry of joy, I dash towards the blacksmith's shop.
After collecting everything there, I go to a mansion and start filling up the chest. It turns night and I step out the door.
Then something very weird happens. The screen goes black. Then when it clears again, there are mobs all around me. I scream and run back into my house.
submitted by St.Owl
(March 2, 2015 - 7:15 pm)
(March 2, 2015 - 7:15 pm)
*obliges*
~Kaelyn~
I've gotten myself fairly settled in the trees. Spruce branches make perfect floors, and since I found some iron in that cave nearby (plus a skeleton, ouch, but at least I got a bone), I've been able to cut leaves from trees I cut down and use them to bridge gaps between the trees. My network has expanded considerably; it doesn't look perfectly natural, but it comes pretty close. I'm working on a sort of "pavilion" now, where I cut down a tree in the middle of my network. I'm going to fill in the entire empty space on the floor level with leaves. It'll be great if I decide to hold a party or something. Because there are other people in this world. I know because I saw their names when I opened the menu by accident once.
I climb down a ladder on one of my trees, iron pick in hand. The closest cave is mined out, since it was kind of tiny, so I have to find another. I'm nearly out of coal. This proves to be a tough job. I have to leave the forest entirely, and strike out across some soaring hills that nearly qualify as mountains. I make note of landmarks: tiny pool, patch of dandelions, and look! A cave! Excited, I run toward it, paying little heed to where I step.
I notice the tripwire a moment too late.
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Koda says dbor. Wait, what? A boar?!
(March 12, 2015 - 4:06 pm)
~Kaelyn~
This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. Half a heart left. This is very, very bad. Through my character, I only feel the barrage of arrows as points of mild pain, like pins and needles when your foot falls asleep. But they're all over my body, I might be dying, who set this stupid trap anyway... A boy steps out of the shadows of the cave. He's holding a bow, loaded and drawn and pointed straight at me, but I can tell he's still scared. I'm alive, and that makes me a threat. Even though it jostles the arrows and sends pain sparking through me again, I dig my sword out of my inventory and throw it down. One more arrow and I'm done for. My only hope is to cooperate.
Hesitantly, the boy lowers his bow and extends a hand to help me up. Pins and needles in a foot is bad enough, but I'm not sure I can take much more of this! Every movement stings. Somehow, we manage to get me to my feet, one arm draped around the boy's shoulder for support. I ask the boy, "Could...could you grab me a stick, please? I'm not sure I can...can walk without it." He nods, a tad reluctantly, and hands me a well-hewn oak rod. We hobble slowly to a button on the wall some ways into the cave. By now, I'm breathing hard, bleeding harder, and ready to black out from the pain. The boy presses the button, and suddenly there's a doorway in the solid rock. We hobble inside, and the door closes behind us. Gone, with the push of a piston, as if it was never there.
The boy's home is small and cozy. Torches line the walls, there's a cheery fire in the furnace, and the bed in the corner is neatly made. Right now, that bed is the only part I care about. But before I can lie down, the boy says, "Wait! You'll get blood on the covers! Let's see to those arrows first." We painfully yank every arrow out of my body, and bind the wounds with some rough, thin woolen fabric. I can feel Minecraft's natural healing begin to take effect. I ate before I left the spruce forest. Once the boy is satisfied that I won't bleed on his bed, he lets me sit on the edge of it. "So, what's up?" I ask the boy. "Why did you put that trap there? I'm not going to hurt you; that sword is where I left it, back in the cave. I was just looking for some iron, didn't watch where I stepped, and the rest is history. Although, I have to say..." I give a nervous chuckle. "That thing is genius. The trap, I mean. I've never seen any trap deal damage quite that fast."
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Koda says vifp. Very Important Farty Person??
(March 21, 2015 - 10:17 pm)
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(March 13, 2015 - 3:37 pm)
I WILL NOT LET IT DIE.
(March 14, 2015 - 9:42 am)