THIS IS A JOKE STORY. I did it because I was bored. The story will frequently switch between first and third person because I'm cool like that. Not everything will be Soviet Russified, because that would be a mess. Anyway, enjoy!
Part 1: Dear god. My head got screwed onto my body, and it hurt like hell. Ow! Now I had an arm. And a leg. How did I get here again? Who am I? ARGHH! My final leg got screwed onto my body. Who did this? Who just built me? I warily looked up to whoever just assembled me.
A house, with elegant furnishings and a marvelous wooden balcony, stood there. It was a very good looking structure. The house looked at me, (I think), dusted off its hands, satisfied, and lumbered off.
I stood up, massaging my newly-built joints. What the hell just happned? I looked around. I was in the middle of a beautiful green forest that looked exactly unfamiliar. I frowned. Something about this seemed backwards. Eh. I shrugged and started walking forward in no particular direction.
Part 2:
Our character is average height, has brown hair, blueish eyes, an unshaven face, and a horrendous teal shirt. As he walks along the surface of the Minecraft world, he feels slightly off, as if his movement was unnatural and his distribution of weight was all wrong.
Little does he know that as he steps on the ground, the individual strands of grass actually push off of him in the opposite direction in which he goes, effectively rotating the earth beneath him. And since masses of gravity are acting on eachother, one could accurately say that the ground was walking on him.
He doesn't notice this, of course, and ignores the strange feeling and keeps moving forward.
I know huh. This is just a simple diversion from my schoolwork, it's not gonna be anywhere near as big as Notch City (which I am in the long process of merging, that story is HUGE O_O).
Part 1:
Dear god. My head got screwed onto my body, and it hurt like hell. Ow! Now I had an arm. And a leg. How did I get here again? Who am I? ARGHH! My final leg got screwed onto my body. Who did this? Who just built me? I warily looked up to whoever just assembled me.
A house, with elegant furnishings and a marvelous wooden balcony, stood there. It was a very good looking structure. The house looked at me, (I think), dusted off its hands, satisfied, and lumbered off.
I stood up, massaging my newly-built joints. What the hell just happned? I looked around. I was in the middle of a beautiful green forest that looked exactly unfamiliar. I frowned. Something about this seemed backwards. Eh. I shrugged and started walking forward in no particular direction.
Part 2:
Our character is average height, has brown hair, blueish eyes, an unshaven face, and a horrendous teal shirt. As he walks along the surface of the Minecraft world, he feels slightly off, as if his movement was unnatural and his distribution of weight was all wrong.
Little does he know that as he steps on the ground, the individual strands of grass actually push off of him in the opposite direction in which he goes, effectively rotating the earth beneath him. And since masses of gravity are acting on eachother, one could accurately say that the ground was walking on him.
He doesn't notice this, of course, and ignores the strange feeling and keeps moving forward.
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Anyway, story updated.
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