This is an ongoing work showing an amnesiac's life after washing up on a seashore. NOTE: Ive been really ****in busy, so I wont be updating this much at all >_< I wouldnt call it dead yet though.
Book I
Chapter I
Entry I
"Ugh... Washed up on the shore today... My head hurts and I have no idea who I am. I made this book out of reed I found on the shore earlier. I've already created a small shelter in a hillside. So far, things are going good, but just wait till night, when the creepers come out..."
Entry II
"God it's dark. I couldn't find any coal, so I'm spending the night in the dark. I see creepers on the horizon. Zombie moans, skeleton cackling, the works. Oh my god, is that a goddamn slime I hear?! No, wait, I think it's just a- Er, was, a chicken..."
Entry III
"I managed to survive the night, and went to gather hide this morning. And pork, and I found some feathers on the hill, too. I'm guessing that was my "slime" from last night. Now if on- I found it! I found coal! I just dug a little to expand my house and found coal! Now that I have torches, I'll feel fine sleeping. Off to get some wool, I guess."
Chapter IIV(Who wants to hear about this guys boring day to day life? :tongue.gif: Trust me)
Entry I
"I managed to get some materials together and make a boat. A small one albiet, but it will get me some where. Ive been having dreams, or visions, or something, lately. I think they have something to do with my identity but- *The writing ends with a long slash of ink and some burn marks*
Entry II
HEY! I got my book back! Its a little singed from that ghast. Damn. Did I mention I made a Nether portal? Anyway, about those visions- OH SHI- *More ink slashes and burns*
Short. Oh so short. Continue, please. I want to see where his amnesia goes. Gasp. Maybe he's Herobrine. No but really, please don't make him Herobrine.
Short. Oh so short. Continue, please. I want to see where his amnesia goes. Gasp. Maybe he's Herobrine. No but really, please don't make him Herobrine.
I'm planning on continuing work by tommorrow. And no, he's not, nor will he ever be, Herobrine.
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Book I
Chapter I
Entry I
"Ugh... Washed up on the shore today... My head hurts and I have no idea who I am. I made this book out of reed I found on the shore earlier. I've already created a small shelter in a hillside. So far, things are going good, but just wait till night, when the creepers come out..."
Entry II
"God it's dark. I couldn't find any coal, so I'm spending the night in the dark. I see creepers on the horizon. Zombie moans, skeleton cackling, the works. Oh my god, is that a goddamn slime I hear?! No, wait, I think it's just a- Er, was, a chicken..."
Entry III
"I managed to survive the night, and went to gather hide this morning. And pork, and I found some feathers on the hill, too. I'm guessing that was my "slime" from last night. Now if on- I found it! I found coal! I just dug a little to expand my house and found coal! Now that I have torches, I'll feel fine sleeping. Off to get some wool, I guess."
Chapter IIV(Who wants to hear about this guys boring day to day life? :tongue.gif: Trust me)
Entry I
"I managed to get some materials together and make a boat. A small one albiet, but it will get me some where. Ive been having dreams, or visions, or something, lately. I think they have something to do with my identity but- *The writing ends with a long slash of ink and some burn marks*
Entry II
HEY! I got my book back! Its a little singed from that ghast. Damn. Did I mention I made a Nether portal? Anyway, about those visions- OH SHI- *More ink slashes and burns*
I'm planning on continuing work by tommorrow. And no, he's not, nor will he ever be, Herobrine.