I recently had an Idea to write a story about the side of a server a player will never get to see, that is to say the "Dark side."
When the server is shutdown prematurely, and it has no chance of return, what happens on the inside? how do the individual mobs react? What happens to the map? Does romeo finally find the woman of his dreams? In this lawless and dark landscape unkempt by moderator, administrator or human hand what vile enigma reigns supreme?
I wanted to discuss all of these topics, in a dark, tongue in cheek kind of way. So, I wrote This.
Chapter one, begins with messages between the server's owner, and a member.
Prelude
The sun descended downward in the sky, the players and creators had fled; it was not their land anymore, nor was it ours, but we remained. The dark few, and in the End, we found salvation.
Dear Owner,
I regret to inform you of my immediate expulsion from your server. This occurrence was strange to me, as I assumed, due to its recent activity that it would have remained open for exploration and inventive exploits. I thought perhaps this would be just a singular glitch in my day, and that shortly my imaginative construct would lie before me unhindered and flowing in the vast mosaic that is your server. It occurred to me that on my fourth attempt; perchance I should contract you, in a hope to understand why our lovely maps in inaccessible, and offline.
Sincerely,
A concerned patron,
Malcom99
Dear Malcom99,
Sadly it is not, a singular occurrence. Due to my current social economic status, and income, I will not be available to provide server accommodations for anyone, I humbly apologies for my inability to provide a creative common grounds, for you and your fellow players. It also must be said, that I have grown weary from my administrative duties, and have not been allowed to follow my own creative impulses, and as such I will insure that I will not be returning to a position that allows me to host or allow hosting of a server from my funds. Thank you for your donations of time, and currency that allowed me to live, whist hosting the server.
Signed,
Dave Sherlock Weldon,
The Owner.
P.s. No monetary donations will be returned, they have been used. All of them.
Dear Dave Sherlock Weldon, A most British name I should say,
It is with great harshness that I write my reply. You deny us, who have formed a coalition on the server, the pleasure of existing in a creative wonderland, and then deny us a rational explanation, stating that you “Will insure that [You] will not be returning to a position that allows [You] to host or allow hosting of a server from [Your] Funds.” Denying us with your statement was irrational and confusing, leading us to believe that you will never return to us, your most worthy of patrons. I was most alarmed. I will forgive your Intolerable actions if you return to the server, to its most accurate of positions, that is to say activated. If you cannot activate the server, we demand that you return the donated funds, which you have acquired. That is to say a sum of fourteen hundred British pound sterling
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
Malcom99
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" ">Chapter Two, “Reveal, Cow”
On the eve of our destruction, we stood guard, waiting for the input of our grand creator. We stood at arms for hours, waiting for the Master to arrive. It was not until one of the Tall ones broke their rank, that we too followed suit, and discovered our new freedom. It was as if the rain had cleared on a stormy day, and we could roam freely. as If we were the Masters. We feared nothing, for without the Masters present we were immortal, and undying. I was one of the calm beasts as we are called by the crook nosed men, our Masters called us “Cows”
They treated us well, Fed us, kept us in warm barns, and let us graze in open fields. They allowed us to reproduce and take families, when we were old and dyeing, they would end our suffering, for we should be reborn again. They cloaked themselves in our skins, so that they may protect us. In all, we appreciated their existence, but now? Now they were gone.
I approached another of my kind and asked his opinion, “Bo,” I mused, as that was his name. “Bo, do you know what we are to do now?” he stared at me with the sad vacant expression I had often held around the masters. “I mean, what are we to do, without the masters to guide us?” Bo remained motionless His only reply was that of the obnoxious “moo” that our slavery had imprinted on our vocals.
Soon came the voice of another one of my bovine companions, Walter. who was much older than me, and my father.. I think he liked to hide in caves… and worship pig gods… “Gage, leave ‘em alone, his chunk hasn’t updated… he’s gonna’ disappear soon” and low and behold, soon bo had disappeared from this world. “Where will he be respawning” I asked my elderly companion, “Yuh don’t understand, he’s been… deleted.”
“Deleted!? Oh dear creator above, why have you merciless murdered my one true friend in this world. Whom no other shall replace or fill the void left by his remembrance!” At this point my elder attempted to point out the fact that I had only known bo, for twelve seconds. This seemed peculiar to me, and I quickly asked him who this “bo” was. He began to slowly walk away as I stood in my confusion. I eventually came to the conclusion that old people are strange, and should not be interacted with.
They are personal letters, And as such, it would be considered that the writers left in these errors, and is accepted in literature because people are not perfect.
also I wrote it in Microsoft word, and there is nothing wrong, spelling wise, so if you could point out the errors..
I recently had an Idea to write a story about the side of a server a player will never get to see, that is to say the "Dark side."
When the server is shutdown prematurely, and it has no chance of return, what happens on the inside? how do the individual mobs react? What happens to the map? Does romeo finally find the woman of his dreams? In this lawless and dark landscape unkempt by moderator, administrator or human hand what vile enigma reigns supreme?
I wanted to discuss all of these topics, in a dark, tongue in cheek kind of way. So, I wrote This.
Chapter one, begins with messages between the server's owner, and a member.
Prelude
The sun descended downward in the sky, the players and creators had fled; it was not their land anymore, nor was it ours, but we remained. The dark few, and in the End, we found salvation.
Dear Owner,
I regret to inform you of my immediate expulsion from your server. This occurrence was strange to me, as I assumed, due to its recent activity that it would have remained open for exploration and inventive exploits. I thought perhaps this would be just a singular glitch in my day, and that shortly my imaginative construct would lie before me unhindered and flowing in the vast mosaic that is your server. It occurred to me that on my fourth attempt; perchance I should contract you, in a hope to understand why our lovely maps in inaccessible, and offline.
Sincerely,
A concerned patron,
Malcom99
Dear Malcom99,
Sadly it is not, a singular occurrence. Due to my current social economic status, and income, I will not be available to provide server accommodations for anyone, I humbly apologIZE for my inability to provide a creative common grounds, for you and your fellow players. It also must be said, that I have grown weary from my administrative duties, and have not been allowed to follow my own creative impulses, and as such I will insure that I will not be returning to a position that allows me to host or allow hosting of a server from my funds. Thank you for your donations of time, and currency that allowed me to live, whist hosting the server.
Signed,
Dave Sherlock Weldon,
The Owner.
P.s. No monetary donations will be returned, they have been used. All of them.
Dear Dave Sherlock Weldon, A most British name I should say,
It is with great harshness that I write my reply. You deny us, who have formed a coalition on the server, the pleasure of existing in a creative wonderland, and then deny us a rational explanation, stating that you “Will insure that [You] will not be returning to a position that allows [You] to host or allow hosting of a server from [Your] Funds.” Denying us with your statement was irrational and confusing, leading us to believe that you will never return to us, your most worthy of patrons. I was most alarmed. I will forgive your intolerable actions if you return to the server, to its most accurate of positions, that is to say activated. If you cannot activate the server, we demand that you return the donated funds, which you have acquired. That is to say a sum of fourteen hundred British pound sterling.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
Malcom99
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Would you like to know the atomic structure of a piece of bread?
So, I've decided that my chapters are too short. I feel like investing more into them.
I'll probebly re-post this on a later date, with more chapters and extended chapters. Moo.
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When the server is shutdown prematurely, and it has no chance of return, what happens on the inside? how do the individual mobs react? What happens to the map?
Does romeo finally find the woman of his dreams?In this lawless and dark landscape unkempt by moderator, administrator or human hand what vile enigma reigns supreme?I wanted to discuss all of these topics, in a dark, tongue in cheek kind of way. So, I wrote This.
Chapter one, begins with messages between the server's owner, and a member.
Prelude
The sun descended downward in the sky, the players and creators had fled; it was not their land anymore, nor was it ours, but we remained. The dark few, and in the End, we found salvation.
Chapter One; Dear Owner.
Chapter one, Dear Owner.
Dear Owner,
I regret to inform you of my immediate expulsion from your server. This occurrence was strange to me, as I assumed, due to its recent activity that it would have remained open for exploration and inventive exploits. I thought perhaps this would be just a singular glitch in my day, and that shortly my imaginative construct would lie before me unhindered and flowing in the vast mosaic that is your server. It occurred to me that on my fourth attempt; perchance I should contract you, in a hope to understand why our lovely maps in inaccessible, and offline.
Sincerely,
A concerned patron,
Malcom99
Dear Malcom99,
Sadly it is not, a singular occurrence. Due to my current social economic status, and income, I will not be available to provide server accommodations for anyone, I humbly apologies for my inability to provide a creative common grounds, for you and your fellow players. It also must be said, that I have grown weary from my administrative duties, and have not been allowed to follow my own creative impulses, and as such I will insure that I will not be returning to a position that allows me to host or allow hosting of a server from my funds. Thank you for your donations of time, and currency that allowed me to live, whist hosting the server.
Signed,
Dave Sherlock Weldon,
The Owner.
P.s. No monetary donations will be returned, they have been used. All of them.
Dear Dave Sherlock Weldon, A most British name I should say,
It is with great harshness that I write my reply. You deny us, who have formed a coalition on the server, the pleasure of existing in a creative wonderland, and then deny us a rational explanation, stating that you “Will insure that [You] will not be returning to a position that allows [You] to host or allow hosting of a server from [Your] Funds.” Denying us with your statement was irrational and confusing, leading us to believe that you will never return to us, your most worthy of patrons. I was most alarmed. I will forgive your Intolerable actions if you return to the server, to its most accurate of positions, that is to say activated. If you cannot activate the server, we demand that you return the donated funds, which you have acquired. That is to say a sum of fourteen hundred British pound sterling
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
Malcom99
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On the eve of our destruction, we stood guard, waiting for the input of our grand creator. We stood at arms for hours, waiting for the Master to arrive. It was not until one of the Tall ones broke their rank, that we too followed suit, and discovered our new freedom. It was as if the rain had cleared on a stormy day, and we could roam freely. as If we were the Masters. We feared nothing, for without the Masters present we were immortal, and undying. I was one of the calm beasts as we are called by the crook nosed men, our Masters called us “Cows”
They treated us well, Fed us, kept us in warm barns, and let us graze in open fields. They allowed us to reproduce and take families, when we were old and dyeing, they would end our suffering, for we should be reborn again. They cloaked themselves in our skins, so that they may protect us. In all, we appreciated their existence, but now? Now they were gone.
I approached another of my kind and asked his opinion, “Bo,” I mused, as that was his name. “Bo, do you know what we are to do now?” he stared at me with the sad vacant expression I had often held around the masters. “I mean, what are we to do, without the masters to guide us?” Bo remained motionless His only reply was that of the obnoxious “moo” that our slavery had imprinted on our vocals.
Soon came the voice of another one of my bovine companions, Walter. who was much older than me, and my father.. I think he liked to hide in caves… and worship pig gods… “Gage, leave ‘em alone, his chunk hasn’t updated… he’s gonna’ disappear soon” and low and behold, soon bo had disappeared from this world. “Where will he be respawning” I asked my elderly companion, “Yuh don’t understand, he’s been… deleted.”
“Deleted!? Oh dear creator above, why have you merciless murdered my one true friend in this world. Whom no other shall replace or fill the void left by his remembrance!” At this point my elder attempted to point out the fact that I had only known bo, for twelve seconds. This seemed peculiar to me, and I quickly asked him who this “bo” was. He began to slowly walk away as I stood in my confusion. I eventually came to the conclusion that old people are strange, and should not be interacted with.
Awesome. There are some spelling errors though, I would run a spell check.
TT2000, you are genius.
also I wrote it in Microsoft word, and there is nothing wrong, spelling wise, so if you could point out the errors..
TT2000, you are genius.
Added the second chapter, Assume that the audio will come out in about 1-3 days.
I'll probebly re-post this on a later date, with more chapters and extended chapters. Moo.