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HNtS is over. If you want, you can still read the first four chapters.
So this is my first ever fanfic, (Well, not really. I made one about the Enderdragon on word and it was terrible) so it might not be the most amazing thing you've ever read.
This series will be divided into 3 books, each with 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue.
Book 1:
Prologue:
Why am I here?" The strange man thought. He had just woken up. The last thing he remembered was a "sssssssssssssss....." and then a "BANG!!!" everything else was a blur.
He was in a small dungeon. Well, scratch that, it was the biggest dungeon he'd ever seen. A green figure his word vision named creeper approached him through his cell. Guarding him were two thing that closely resembled zombies. That was because they were zombies.
"What do you want?" the man asked. "My masssssster would like to sssssee you. You are very important," the creeper hissed."Why should I?" The man asked.You could either come with me, or your brainsssssss could become food for my zzzzombie friendsssss." was the creeper's reply. The zombies groaned excitedly. “Okay, I’ll come,” the man followed the creeper.
“Jusssssssst to make an example of thossssse who disssssobey, eat hissssss friend, zzzombiesssss.” the creeper grinned. The rotten hands of the zombies tore into the skull of the man’s friend, Jared, whom he had only just noticed was there, too. Jared last words before rotten teeth sunk into his brain were screams too terrible to put in this book.
It was time for the corruption. “My masssssster, I have the sssssssubject. The client will be very pleasssssssed,” the creeper addressed his master, a taller creeper without the hissing problem. “Good, put him in the chamber,” the master commanded. The man was strapped into a chair. High amounts of a very mysterious power based off of the Wither flowed into him. He grew taller, his skin turned coal black, his eyes a deep blood red, and his mind corrupted by evil. “What ssssshould we call it massssster?” asked the creeper. “The Witherman.” replied the master.
The Book itself:
Chapter 1: My Name is Edgar
I woke up on a sandy beach. I had nothing except my blue jeans and cyan shirt. I didn’t even have a name. Everything was made of blocks. “What’s a good name?” I thought over and over. “Edgar,” I finally settled on. “Yes, my name is Edgar.” I thought aloud. I ran through my top priorities, “Food, water, and shelter,” I told myself. There was an abundance of pigs and freshwater lakes, so the first two weren’t a problem.
But shelter was. I pulled some branches out of a tree. The transformed into smaller sticks and flew at me. I braced for impact, but none came. The sticks absorbed into my backpack. Wait, I have a backpack? Yes, I now have a backpack. I looked inside expecting to see a jumble of sticks, put there was just a neat pile with a little number three at the bottom.
I took a stick out. As soon as I did, a little white word “stick” came into the bottom of my vision for a few seconds. I smacked the trunk of a tree with the stick and it broke into a little log. It flew at me, and I caught it. The words “Oak Wood” came into my vision. This time I expected it. When I looked into my pack, there was a grid of four little squares. I placed the log into it. As soon as I did, four tiny planks appeared in a fifth square. I took them out, and the oak log disappeared.
The were “oak wood planks” as my vision told me. I collected more wood, and I discovered a very strange thing, I could punch out the logs and it wouldn’t hurt! I collected 64 logs and turned half of them into planks. I jumbled around with the planks in my grid, and got a “crafting table” and discovered I could craft sticks. The sun was beginning to set, I needed shelter. Now.
Chapter 2: Hopefully it Warms Up:
The sun just set. I really need to get shelter. A good material to make it out of will probably be these oak planks. I may take a lot of them, they look so tiny in my hand. It’ll take about nine to cover the space one normal “block” does, and I only have one hundred twenty-eight. I decided to get started. “This is gonna take forever!” I exclaimed to no one before even starting. When I placed one “mini-block” down it grew into a full sized block!
This might still take awhile, though. After placing about thirty blocks, I realized I wouldn’t be able to finish it in time. I placed down the crafting table I had got earlier and saw if I could make anything. I ended up with an axe, three crafting tables, a shovel, something that closely resembles a sword, ten stairs, and six slabs. It was all made of wood. I rubbed two sticks together to try to make fire, it did. “How did I know to do that?” I asked myself.
The fire was burning my hands. I quickly snapped back to reality and threw it on the beginnings of my shelter. The “shelter” caught on fire. “No! No! Nonononnonono!” I yelled at the shelter, hoping that it would somehow obey and stop burning. It didn’t. Not only did my shelter burn down, but the fire wasn’t very hot, and I was very cold.
I was hungry and thirsty. I was too afraid to make a dash for the water, there seemed to be things guarding it, and I wasn’t gonna risk them. The pigs seemed alone, and I made a mad dash for the. Then I realized what those things were, nightmares out of nightmares. The undead, there were zombies, skeleton marksmen, and giant spiders. I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen with fear. Eventually, I got myself together and ran back to the fire. No monsters came near me. It was like they were afraid of the light, however dim it was.
Then I got brave. I let out a pitiful war cry and charged at a spider, holding some fire. That was a bad decision. As soon as I did, an arrow was shot straight into my shoulder, and I fell down. Then another. I was so mad, I charged at the skeleton and cut him in half with one blow. Then that spider jumped on my back. I stabbed it right in the abdomen, and it ran off with my sword.
I charged after it. Another bad idea right after another, I forgot there were multiple skeletons. An arrow rain pierced my back, well, an arrow pierced my back. I used one of the slabs I had crafted as a shield. None of the zombies had attacked me yet, and I found that odd.
“You pitiful sacks of flesh too afraid to fight me!” I taunted the zombies, forgetting I had no sword and three arrows in my back. Worst idea yet. Three of them charged at me at once. I used my axe as a hatchet and chopped the face of one zombie. That didn’t stop him. I used my axe and chopped off the legs of one and an arm off another. I swung my axe so hard at the head of the one with no legs it took it’s head clean off and the axe flew off somewhere into the forest. Now I only had my shovel.
I used it as a mace and knocked the one with no arm out, but the shovel flew off into the forest, too. I now had no tools and Ol’ Cutface was still coming at me. I gave it the old one-two punch, but it did nothing besides knock on of his teeth out. It responded with an uppercut that was so strong it knock me back ten feet. I felt something appear behind me. I was so afraid I dare not look.
Chapter 3: Hopefully it Warms Up
As I lay there, frozen with fear, a long, skinny, black arm holding the shiniest blue sword I have ever seen to this day cut straight through the middle of the smelly wall of rotten flesh that was Ol’ Cutface. As the undead thing fell to the ground, the owner of this sword appeared in front of me. It was a tall, slender, figure that was the darkest of all blacks. I could also see the sword in more detail, the sword’s hilt was a bleached white wood with small indentations from continuous use. Adorning the hilt were two teal reptilian eyes, the glowed as if they were magical.
Much faster than I expected, it diced the undead beast’s head into chunks smaller than a “mini-cube”. It turned to face me, and said, “Hello, I am Eelo, do not be afraid.” Then I noticed the most striking feature about Eelo, his eyes. They were blue, but like everything else about Eelo, it didn’t settle for just blue, it was the deepest blue anyone’s ever saw. His gaze was very strange, after a few seconds I felt fatigued, after a little longer I was nauseous. After about ten seconds, I was so tired I blacked out.
I had a dream, and it was very strange. I was an aging man with light blonde hair. My arms were chained to a wall, and I was a foot off the ground. I was being kept in the largest dungeon ever. The cell I was in alone was thirty meters long and fifty wide, as if it were a tribute to the dungeon itself. But, in a sense, it was small, the cell was only three meters wide! It was quite unkempt, though. The stones making the dungeon were covered in slippery moss, and it was guarded by two of the greenest and smelliest undead folks I’ve ever encountered.
A green horror, much worse than the undead and the tarantulas, as I had come to call the spiders. It looked like a dry pile of walking leaves. It was about my height, and looked extremely sad and alone. The best name I came up for it was “Leafer”. It hissed some instructions at me, but I wasn’t paying attention and took “Come with me,” from it. The undead unchained me from it and I followed the Leafer. I was strapped to a machine, and immense pain was brought upon me. I watched in horror as my skin turned black as the night sky.
I awoke with a start. Eelo was seated under the thick branches of a large oak tree. Great drops of rain paraded down from the sky around the tree guarding Eelo. I weakly rasped to him,
“What are you?”
Eelo sighed. “I am an Enderman,” he replied reluctantly. “But whatever you do, DON’T pproach another one. They are all evil, I don’t know why I’m not. When they found out I was different, I became Enemy Number One,” Eelo added. “I had to escape.”
“From where?” I asked.
I was brimming with questions. I was about to explode I had so much I wanted to ask him. At first, he didn’t reply. He looked very sad, and alone suddenly.
“I had to escape from the End,” he said. “I had to leave behind my friend and family.” He was brimming with so much anger he tore down the tree protecting him from the rain. The deep twisted roots shot up out of the ground as if they were late for something.
When the rain touched his shoulders, he roared out in pain. There was a sharp burning sound in the air. He teleported to the nearest tree, and sat down.
“Where did you get that sword?” I had even more questions.
“No more questions,” he said, and fell asleep.
Chapter Four: Alex, The Agent, and Dimensional Replication
The man known only as Alex kept on running. He had been brought into this strange world a year before. Hours after his entry, he was attacked by a massive grey man. It’s coal black hands pierced straight through Alex’s soft skin, using whole trees as clubs. He had survived the encounter, but just barely.
He made his living by killing. He would raid whole villages and take the most valuable item he found. He has a shining blue sword, a shining silver bow, and a jeweled necklace. also in his collection was a strange black circular item known as the “Dimensional Replicator.” Alex had no idea what it was, and then the Witherman stole it. He still only had a basic leather tunic and boots for armor, but it protected him well.
Then, the Witherman came back. It took the sword, bow, and necklace. Alex was left with a stone sword, and a worn wooden bow. The Witherman was closing in on him. It had been chasing him for hours. Alex was nearing a ravine, and then an shining arrow went straight through his tunic and soft flesh like a knife through butter. Alex fell right down the canyon, all 300 hundred feet down, tumbling to his apparent death.
One Month Later
The Agent strode towards the house. His black suit still glistening and crisp, even though he had owned it for a year. As he approached the house, he was ambushed by a dead man. It was not like the other undead he was used to, it was a deep black, deeper than the black of it’s suit. Where it’s head should be, two were situated. Out of it’s back, two extra arms grew.
The Agent drew his diamond sword, and it was the last thing he ever did. Before being able to charge, the “Special Zombie” punched him in the throat, with so much force he flew twenty feet back. The zombie rushed up to him with amazing speed, and ripped out The Agent’s heart before he could get up.
Thirty Miles Away
I had a small house made with Eelo’s help. It was big enough to provide a home for both of us, and a crafting area for me. I had also started a small farm, it provided a large supply of wheat that I made into bread. The creatures of the night were no longer a problem. I had trained well and can now defend myself.
But when I went outside, there was a hellish hill instead of the grassy plain I lived in. In front of the hill, there was a sign that said, “This is Dimensional Replication.” I have no idea what dimensional replication is, but it looks scary. Eelo was already at the top, fighting ghosts and what looked like undead pigs.
After a few hours a joined Eelo at the top. I sliced a zombie pig in half that was about to strike Eelo down with a golden sword I only just noticed. A swarm them jumped onto him, and he teleported away, I was alone. The pigs tackled me, and a ghost set me alight.
“This is the end,” I thought.
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The chapters are pretty short and I found some punctuation errors, but I've read the prologue and i like it. I didn't expect that "Witherman" part, so I am sure I can expect a twist from branching out of that. Hoorah! I also like how his name is Edgar and not always Steve, that's new. Anyway, thumbs up, could use some improvement but I actually liked it.
The chapters are pretty short and I found some punctuation errors, but I've read the prologue and i like it. I didn't expect that "Witherman" part, so I am sure I can expect a twist from branching out of that. Hoorah! I also like how his name is Edgar and not always Steve, that's new. Anyway, thumbs up, could use some improvement but I actually liked it.
Yes, they looked much longer in google docs. I always feel weird with punctuation in sentences, but you say writers write to make mistakes. I never liked the generic Steve thing. I'll try to make them longer, I just am still working out all the deatils. I'm not a writer, this is just a hobby.
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Child: I am a writer!
Writing is also a hobby for me though, one that I've been doing the most this whole summer. Sad it's gonna come to an end in a week, but happy. I look forward to seeing what you will do to continue. As I do with everyone. [That doesn't mean one is not special]
Name: Eelo
Age: Nobody knows
Gender: Ender MAN
Inventory: Diamond sword that has Ender eyes on the hilt. It can turn into any tool. And a diamond helmet.
Bio: After an argument with the other Endermen, Eelo left the end and roams the overworld. He is willing to help anyone who treats him kindly.
Real or dream: Real
Appearance: an Endermen apart from he has blue eyes instead of purple.
Good or evil: Good
Accepted! Expect him to appear chapter 3-ish.
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The chapters are pretty short and I found some punctuation errors, but I've read the prologue and i like it. I didn't expect that "Witherman" part, so I am sure I can expect a twist from branching out of that. Hoorah! I also like how his name is Edgar and not always Steve, that's new. Anyway, thumbs up, could use some improvement but I actually liked it.
Don't worry, chapter 2 is longer.
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Name: Trinity
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Inventory: A sword made of a glistening material that flashes between blue and green, when touched by skin it incinerates it, because it's really hot, and Diamond Boots enchanted with Feather falling X and Haste III (Essentially no fall damage and running and walking faster)
Bio: Trinity wandered around the world, sometimes finding a village being seiged by mobs, and she'd take care of every single mob, and sometimes trade the villagers for food or emeralds. She eventually found a temple that went far down, and at the bottom, after conquring many traps, she finally found a sword that could cut through diamonds like a hot knife through butter, and an enchanted book from another realm, but as she took the book and sword, and enchanted her boots with it, she was teleported somewhere, which is where Edgar comes in.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Blue eyes, diamond boots, blonde hair that goes down in a ponytail down the back, and slightly covers her eyes, as for her shirt, it's inscribed with many designs, but it's base color is black, and the markings white, same for the pants.
Good or Evil?: Good
Personality: (Unless you meant to not include this, you should fix it...) Brave, courageous, clever and smart, Trinity doesn't mind lending a helping hand, and she is quite the warrior.
I like your writing style (and creative name) but I do suggest a few things.
1. Separate the dialogue from the actual text. To me, it seems a bit sloppy to compile them into the same paragraph.
2. Don't tell us what happens, show us. (Learned that the hard way in my last story) Don't straight out tell us a detail like "He was a zombie," write something like "His rotting flesh absolutely reeked of decay. His torn clothes and distorted face hinted that he must be some kind of undead." See the difference?
3. Add spaces between paragraphs. For example...
Stuff and then that happened and this happened and then he died but got resurrected because he awesome and such.
After, he went and did stuff and blah, blah, blah...
Other than that, I like it so far. Keep writing bro... Oh, almost forgot.
Name: Alex
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Inventory: Bow and a quiver full of arrows. An iron sword. Many cooked porkchops. Leather tunic and boots.
Bio: After entering this strange world, the Witherman's minions meet him during his first hours. They tried to capture him but they were too slow. Shortly after, he took refuge in a cave and started to work on his tools. He then began to raise in the food chain months after their encounter. He raided villages and attacked other survivors for their preservatives. He was set for life. The many he has killed and the houses he has burnt to the ground. Alex takes the most valued item from each one of his kills and treats it like a trophy. He also always asks for a name before he kills. He is one bad dude but he opposes Witherman.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Short, light brown hair and gold eyes. Tan skin and kind of muscular. He wears a black hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He always wear his bow around his torso and his quiver full of arrows. His most prized possession is his crown necklace which is all that is left of his past life. He puts his sword in a scabbard attached to his belt.
Good or Evil?: Evil
Personality: He's very cocky and always gets what he wants. He doesn't work well with others and is a born loner. He's also crazy as hell, like muttering and talking to himself crazy. But he softens up with the mention of his past life or his crown necklace. The only two things that keep him focused. He may be crazy but he cunning, sly, and smart.
Didn't want to make my character too overpowered... *cough* Zeiustepali *cough*
Name: Prarie Age: 20 Gender: Female Inventory: A Bow and a 2 Packs of Arrows, A Stone Sword. Leather Shirt dyed Red, Iron Leggings and Leather Shoes. A few bread and three carrots. Bio: She was a survivor. Her village was raided by whom, she is unsure, and was one of the first to get away unseen. She has been living in trees and the entrances of caves, moving so often, sometimes finding new villages. Which were soon after she left, raided as well. Hoping she can survive, she constantly travels, mourning all the deaths she has seen. Looking to take revenge at the right moment on whomever did the damage. Real or Dream? Real Appearance: Brown Hair tied in a ponytail, fair skin, greenish yellow eyes. Good or Evil? Good
I like your writing style (and creative name) but I do suggest a few things.
1. Separate the dialogue from the actual text. To me, it seems a bit sloppy to compile them into the same paragraph.
2. Don't tell us what happens, show us. (Learned that the hard way in my last story) Don't straight out tell us a detail like "He was a zombie," write something like "His rotting flesh absolutely reeked of decay. His torn clothes and distorted face hinted that he must be some kind of undead." See the difference?
3. Add spaces between paragraphs. For example...
Stuff and then that happened and this happened and then he died but got resurrected because he awesome and such.
After, he went and did stuff and blah, blah, blah...
Other than that, I like it so far. Keep writing bro... Oh, almost forgot.
Name: Alex
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Inventory: Bow and a quiver full of arrows. An iron sword. Many cooked porkchops. Leather tunic and boots.
Bio: After entering this strange world, the Witherman's minions meet him during his first hours. They tried to capture him but they were too slow. Shortly after, he took refuge in a cave and started to work on his tools. He then began to raise in the food chain months after their encounter. He raided villages and attacked other survivors for their preservatives. He was set for life. The many he has killed and the houses he has burnt to the ground. Alex takes the most valued item from each one of his kills and treats it like a trophy. He also always asks for a name before he kills. He is one bad dude but he opposes Witherman.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Short, light brown hair and gold eyes. Tan skin and kind of muscular. He wears a black hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He always wear his bow around his torso and his quiver full of arrows. His most prized possession is his crown necklace which is all that is left of his past life. He puts his sword in a scabbard attached to his belt.
Good or Evil?: Evil
Personality: He's very cocky and always gets what he wants. He doesn't work well with others and is a born loner. He's also crazy as hell, like muttering and talking to himself crazy. But he softens up with the mention of his past life or his crown necklace. The only two things that keep him focused. He may be crazy but he cunning, sly, and smart.
Didn't want to make my character too overpowered... *cough* Zeiustepali *cough*
Ah yes, the old no-space between pargraphaghs and not enough detail and text not sepertaed which I will all try to do to refine chapter two, but will mostly come around in chapter three because I haven't started writing it.
Accepted, expect him to appear in chapter 6. The Witherman doesn't haave minoins yet, so I'll just change to the Witherman because it's still learning it power.
Name: Trinity
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Inventory: A sword made of a glistening material that flashes between blue and green, when touched by skin it incinerates it, because it's really hot, and Diamond Boots enchanted with Feather falling X and Haste III (Essentially no fall damage and running and walking faster)
Bio: Trinity wandered around the world, sometimes finding a village being seiged by mobs, and she'd take care of every single mob, and sometimes trade the villagers for food or emeralds. She eventually found a temple that went far down, and at the bottom, after conquring many traps, she finally found a sword that could cut through diamonds like a hot knife through butter, and an enchanted book from another realm, but as she took the book and sword, and enchanted her boots with it, she was teleported somewhere, which is where Edgar comes in.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Blue eyes, diamond boots, blonde hair that goes down in a ponytail down the back, and slightly covers her eyes, as for her shirt, it's inscribed with many designs, but it's base color is black, and the markings white, same for the pants.
Good or Evil?: Good
Personality: (Unless you meant to not include this, you should fix it...) Brave, courageous, clever and smart, Trinity doesn't mind lending a helping hand, and she is quite the warrior.
Also accepted, She'll appear around chapter 4-5, with a tiny nerf.
Name: Prarie Age: 20 Gender: Female Inventory: A Bow and a 2 Packs of Arrows, A Stone Sword. Leather Shirt dyed Red, Iron Leggings and Leather Shoes. A few bread and three carrots. Bio: She was a survivor. Her village was raided by whom, she is unsure, and was one of the first to get away unseen. She has been living in trees and the entrances of caves, moving so often, sometimes finding new villages. Which were soon after she left, raided as well. Hoping she can survive, she constantly travels, mourning all the deaths she has seen. Looking to take revenge at the right moment on whomever did the damage. Real or Dream? Real Appearance: Brown Hair tied in a ponytail, fair skin, greenish yellow eyes. Good or Evil? Good
Accepted, expect her to appear in chapter 5-6-7, because they take place in a village.
HNtS is over. If you want, you can still read the first four chapters.
So this is my first ever fanfic, (Well, not really. I made one about the Enderdragon on word and it was terrible) so it might not be the most amazing thing you've ever read.
This series will be divided into 3 books, each with 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue.
Book 1:
Prologue:
Why am I here?" The strange man thought. He had just woken up. The last thing he remembered was a "sssssssssssssss....." and then a "BANG!!!" everything else was a blur.
He was in a small dungeon. Well, scratch that, it was the biggest dungeon he'd ever seen. A green figure his word vision named creeper approached him through his cell. Guarding him were two thing that closely resembled zombies. That was because they were zombies.
"What do you want?" the man asked. "My masssssster would like to sssssee you. You are very important," the creeper hissed."Why should I?" The man asked.You could either come with me, or your brainsssssss could become food for my zzzzombie friendsssss." was the creeper's reply. The zombies groaned excitedly. “Okay, I’ll come,” the man followed the creeper.
“Jusssssssst to make an example of thossssse who disssssobey, eat hissssss friend, zzzombiesssss.” the creeper grinned. The rotten hands of the zombies tore into the skull of the man’s friend, Jared, whom he had only just noticed was there, too. Jared last words before rotten teeth sunk into his brain were screams too terrible to put in this book.
It was time for the corruption. “My masssssster, I have the sssssssubject. The client will be very pleasssssssed,” the creeper addressed his master, a taller creeper without the hissing problem. “Good, put him in the chamber,” the master commanded. The man was strapped into a chair. High amounts of a very mysterious power based off of the Wither flowed into him. He grew taller, his skin turned coal black, his eyes a deep blood red, and his mind corrupted by evil. “What ssssshould we call it massssster?” asked the creeper. “The Witherman.” replied the master.
Chapter 1: My Name is Edgar
I woke up on a sandy beach. I had nothing except my blue jeans and cyan shirt. I didn’t even have a name. Everything was made of blocks. “What’s a good name?” I thought over and over. “Edgar,” I finally settled on. “Yes, my name is Edgar.” I thought aloud. I ran through my top priorities, “Food, water, and shelter,” I told myself. There was an abundance of pigs and freshwater lakes, so the first two weren’t a problem.
But shelter was. I pulled some branches out of a tree. The transformed into smaller sticks and flew at me. I braced for impact, but none came. The sticks absorbed into my backpack. Wait, I have a backpack? Yes, I now have a backpack. I looked inside expecting to see a jumble of sticks, put there was just a neat pile with a little number three at the bottom.
I took a stick out. As soon as I did, a little white word “stick” came into the bottom of my vision for a few seconds. I smacked the trunk of a tree with the stick and it broke into a little log. It flew at me, and I caught it. The words “Oak Wood” came into my vision. This time I expected it. When I looked into my pack, there was a grid of four little squares. I placed the log into it. As soon as I did, four tiny planks appeared in a fifth square. I took them out, and the oak log disappeared.
The were “oak wood planks” as my vision told me. I collected more wood, and I discovered a very strange thing, I could punch out the logs and it wouldn’t hurt! I collected 64 logs and turned half of them into planks. I jumbled around with the planks in my grid, and got a “crafting table” and discovered I could craft sticks. The sun was beginning to set, I needed shelter. Now.
This might still take awhile, though. After placing about thirty blocks, I realized I wouldn’t be able to finish it in time. I placed down the crafting table I had got earlier and saw if I could make anything. I ended up with an axe, three crafting tables, a shovel, something that closely resembles a sword, ten stairs, and six slabs. It was all made of wood. I rubbed two sticks together to try to make fire, it did. “How did I know to do that?” I asked myself.
The fire was burning my hands. I quickly snapped back to reality and threw it on the beginnings of my shelter. The “shelter” caught on fire. “No! No! Nonononnonono!” I yelled at the shelter, hoping that it would somehow obey and stop burning. It didn’t. Not only did my shelter burn down, but the fire wasn’t very hot, and I was very cold.
I was hungry and thirsty. I was too afraid to make a dash for the water, there seemed to be things guarding it, and I wasn’t gonna risk them. The pigs seemed alone, and I made a mad dash for the. Then I realized what those things were, nightmares out of nightmares. The undead, there were zombies, skeleton marksmen, and giant spiders. I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen with fear. Eventually, I got myself together and ran back to the fire. No monsters came near me. It was like they were afraid of the light, however dim it was.
Then I got brave. I let out a pitiful war cry and charged at a spider, holding some fire. That was a bad decision. As soon as I did, an arrow was shot straight into my shoulder, and I fell down. Then another. I was so mad, I charged at the skeleton and cut him in half with one blow. Then that spider jumped on my back. I stabbed it right in the abdomen, and it ran off with my sword.
I charged after it. Another bad idea right after another, I forgot there were multiple skeletons. An arrow rain pierced my back, well, an arrow pierced my back. I used one of the slabs I had crafted as a shield. None of the zombies had attacked me yet, and I found that odd.
“You pitiful sacks of flesh too afraid to fight me!” I taunted the zombies, forgetting I had no sword and three arrows in my back. Worst idea yet. Three of them charged at me at once. I used my axe as a hatchet and chopped the face of one zombie. That didn’t stop him. I used my axe and chopped off the legs of one and an arm off another. I swung my axe so hard at the head of the one with no legs it took it’s head clean off and the axe flew off somewhere into the forest. Now I only had my shovel.
I used it as a mace and knocked the one with no arm out, but the shovel flew off into the forest, too. I now had no tools and Ol’ Cutface was still coming at me. I gave it the old one-two punch, but it did nothing besides knock on of his teeth out. It responded with an uppercut that was so strong it knock me back ten feet. I felt something appear behind me. I was so afraid I dare not look.
Chapter 3: Hopefully it Warms Up
As I lay there, frozen with fear, a long, skinny, black arm holding the shiniest blue sword I have ever seen to this day cut straight through the middle of the smelly wall of rotten flesh that was Ol’ Cutface. As the undead thing fell to the ground, the owner of this sword appeared in front of me. It was a tall, slender, figure that was the darkest of all blacks. I could also see the sword in more detail, the sword’s hilt was a bleached white wood with small indentations from continuous use. Adorning the hilt were two teal reptilian eyes, the glowed as if they were magical.
Much faster than I expected, it diced the undead beast’s head into chunks smaller than a “mini-cube”. It turned to face me, and said, “Hello, I am Eelo, do not be afraid.” Then I noticed the most striking feature about Eelo, his eyes. They were blue, but like everything else about Eelo, it didn’t settle for just blue, it was the deepest blue anyone’s ever saw. His gaze was very strange, after a few seconds I felt fatigued, after a little longer I was nauseous. After about ten seconds, I was so tired I blacked out.
I had a dream, and it was very strange. I was an aging man with light blonde hair. My arms were chained to a wall, and I was a foot off the ground. I was being kept in the largest dungeon ever. The cell I was in alone was thirty meters long and fifty wide, as if it were a tribute to the dungeon itself. But, in a sense, it was small, the cell was only three meters wide! It was quite unkempt, though. The stones making the dungeon were covered in slippery moss, and it was guarded by two of the greenest and smelliest undead folks I’ve ever encountered.
A green horror, much worse than the undead and the tarantulas, as I had come to call the spiders. It looked like a dry pile of walking leaves. It was about my height, and looked extremely sad and alone. The best name I came up for it was “Leafer”. It hissed some instructions at me, but I wasn’t paying attention and took “Come with me,” from it. The undead unchained me from it and I followed the Leafer. I was strapped to a machine, and immense pain was brought upon me. I watched in horror as my skin turned black as the night sky.
I awoke with a start. Eelo was seated under the thick branches of a large oak tree. Great drops of rain paraded down from the sky around the tree guarding Eelo. I weakly rasped to him,
“What are you?”
Eelo sighed. “I am an Enderman,” he replied reluctantly. “But whatever you do, DON’T pproach another one. They are all evil, I don’t know why I’m not. When they found out I was different, I became Enemy Number One,” Eelo added. “I had to escape.”
“From where?” I asked.
I was brimming with questions. I was about to explode I had so much I wanted to ask him.
At first, he didn’t reply. He looked very sad, and alone suddenly.
“I had to escape from the End,” he said. “I had to leave behind my friend and family.”
He was brimming with so much anger he tore down the tree protecting him from the rain. The deep twisted roots shot up out of the ground as if they were late for something.
When the rain touched his shoulders, he roared out in pain. There was a sharp burning sound in the air. He teleported to the nearest tree, and sat down.
“Where did you get that sword?” I had even more questions.
“No more questions,” he said, and fell asleep.
Chapter Four: Alex, The Agent, and Dimensional Replication
The man known only as Alex kept on running. He had been brought into this strange world a year before. Hours after his entry, he was attacked by a massive grey man. It’s coal black hands pierced straight through Alex’s soft skin, using whole trees as clubs. He had survived the encounter, but just barely.
He made his living by killing. He would raid whole villages and take the most valuable item he found. He has a shining blue sword, a shining silver bow, and a jeweled necklace. also in his collection was a strange black circular item known as the “Dimensional Replicator.” Alex had no idea what it was, and then the Witherman stole it. He still only had a basic leather tunic and boots for armor, but it protected him well.
Then, the Witherman came back. It took the sword, bow, and necklace. Alex was left with a stone sword, and a worn wooden bow. The Witherman was closing in on him. It had been chasing him for hours. Alex was nearing a ravine, and then an shining arrow went straight through his tunic and soft flesh like a knife through butter. Alex fell right down the canyon, all 300 hundred feet down, tumbling to his apparent death.
The Agent strode towards the house. His black suit still glistening and crisp, even though he had owned it for a year. As he approached the house, he was ambushed by a dead man. It was not like the other undead he was used to, it was a deep black, deeper than the black of it’s suit. Where it’s head should be, two were situated. Out of it’s back, two extra arms grew.
The Agent drew his diamond sword, and it was the last thing he ever did. Before being able to charge, the “Special Zombie” punched him in the throat, with so much force he flew twenty feet back. The zombie rushed up to him with amazing speed, and ripped out The Agent’s heart before he could get up.
I had a small house made with Eelo’s help. It was big enough to provide a home for both of us, and a crafting area for me. I had also started a small farm, it provided a large supply of wheat that I made into bread. The creatures of the night were no longer a problem. I had trained well and can now defend myself.
But when I went outside, there was a hellish hill instead of the grassy plain I lived in. In front of the hill, there was a sign that said, “This is Dimensional Replication.” I have no idea what dimensional replication is, but it looks scary. Eelo was already at the top, fighting ghosts and what looked like undead pigs.
After a few hours a joined Eelo at the top. I sliced a zombie pig in half that was about to strike Eelo down with a golden sword I only just noticed. A swarm them jumped onto him, and he teleported away, I was alone. The pigs tackled me, and a ghost set me alight.
“This is the end,” I thought.
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Yes, they looked much longer in google docs. I always feel weird with punctuation in sentences, but you say writers write to make mistakes. I never liked the generic Steve thing. I'll try to make them longer, I just am still working out all the deatils. I'm not a writer, this is just a hobby.
Adult: What are you going to be when you grow up?
Child: I'm going to be a writer!Child: I am a writer!
Writing is also a hobby for me though, one that I've been doing the most this whole summer. Sad it's gonna come to an end in a week, but happy. I look forward to seeing what you will do to continue.
Accepted! Expect him to appear chapter 3-ish.
Don't worry, chapter 2 is longer.
Good!
Name: Trinity
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Inventory: A sword made of a glistening material that flashes between blue and green, when touched by skin it incinerates it, because it's really hot, and Diamond Boots enchanted with Feather falling X and Haste III (Essentially no fall damage and running and walking faster)
Bio: Trinity wandered around the world, sometimes finding a village being seiged by mobs, and she'd take care of every single mob, and sometimes trade the villagers for food or emeralds. She eventually found a temple that went far down, and at the bottom, after conquring many traps, she finally found a sword that could cut through diamonds like a hot knife through butter, and an enchanted book from another realm, but as she took the book and sword, and enchanted her boots with it, she was teleported somewhere, which is where Edgar comes in.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Blue eyes, diamond boots, blonde hair that goes down in a ponytail down the back, and slightly covers her eyes, as for her shirt, it's inscribed with many designs, but it's base color is black, and the markings white, same for the pants.
Good or Evil?: Good
Personality: (Unless you meant to not include this, you should fix it...) Brave, courageous, clever and smart, Trinity doesn't mind lending a helping hand, and she is quite the warrior.
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1. Separate the dialogue from the actual text. To me, it seems a bit sloppy to compile them into the same paragraph.
2. Don't tell us what happens, show us. (Learned that the hard way in my last story) Don't straight out tell us a detail like "He was a zombie," write something like "His rotting flesh absolutely reeked of decay. His torn clothes and distorted face hinted that he must be some kind of undead." See the difference?
3. Add spaces between paragraphs. For example...
Stuff and then that happened and this happened and then he died but got resurrected because he awesome and such.
After, he went and did stuff and blah, blah, blah...
Other than that, I like it so far. Keep writing bro... Oh, almost forgot.
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Name: Alex
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Inventory: Bow and a quiver full of arrows. An iron sword. Many cooked porkchops. Leather tunic and boots.
Bio: After entering this strange world, the Witherman's minions meet him during his first hours. They tried to capture him but they were too slow. Shortly after, he took refuge in a cave and started to work on his tools. He then began to raise in the food chain months after their encounter. He raided villages and attacked other survivors for their preservatives. He was set for life. The many he has killed and the houses he has burnt to the ground. Alex takes the most valued item from each one of his kills and treats it like a trophy. He also always asks for a name before he kills. He is one bad dude but he opposes Witherman.
Real or Dream?: Real
Appearance: Short, light brown hair and gold eyes. Tan skin and kind of muscular. He wears a black hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He always wear his bow around his torso and his quiver full of arrows. His most prized possession is his crown necklace which is all that is left of his past life. He puts his sword in a scabbard attached to his belt.
Good or Evil?: Evil
Personality: He's very cocky and always gets what he wants. He doesn't work well with others and is a born loner. He's also crazy as hell, like muttering and talking to himself crazy. But he softens up with the mention of his past life or his crown necklace. The only two things that keep him focused. He may be crazy but he cunning, sly, and smart.
Didn't want to make my character too overpowered... *cough* Zeiustepali *cough*
Seems like I have some...
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Inventory: A Bow and a 2 Packs of Arrows, A Stone Sword. Leather Shirt dyed Red, Iron Leggings and Leather Shoes. A few bread and three carrots.
Bio: She was a survivor. Her village was raided by whom, she is unsure, and was one of the first to get away unseen. She has been living in trees and the entrances of caves, moving so often, sometimes finding new villages. Which were soon after she left, raided as well. Hoping she can survive, she constantly travels, mourning all the deaths she has seen. Looking to take revenge at the right moment on whomever did the damage.
Real or Dream? Real
Appearance: Brown Hair tied in a ponytail, fair skin, greenish yellow eyes.
Good or Evil? Good
Seems like I have some...
Ah yes, the old no-space between pargraphaghs and not enough detail and text not sepertaed which I will all try to do to refine chapter two, but will mostly come around in chapter three because I haven't started writing it.
Accepted, expect him to appear in chapter 6. The Witherman doesn't haave minoins yet, so I'll just change to the Witherman because it's still learning it power.
Also accepted, She'll appear around chapter 4-5, with a tiny nerf.
Accepted, expect her to appear in chapter 5-6-7, because they take place in a village.
Chapter 2 is out! Very cool....
Seems like I have some...
Also, I claim this Page 2 territory as mine!
Seems like I have some...