Awake. Surrounded by a dense sea of clouds, I lie. I can sense this as a dream, but is it really? I mean, I don’t even know who I am! The terrain here I must say is exquisite! I could sink my teeth into the cotton candy clouds, the sparkling waters below, the fluorescent beauty called the Sun, that old man- wait. Was I just saying I would love to see that old man over there?!
“That is correct my child, you have always wanted to meet me. I daresay, it is a pleasure meeting you. But alas, I don’t know your name,” the old man answered to my thoughts. Although, I saw a hint of sarcasm in his tone when he said he didn’t know my name. I guess I knew my name, and his smirk didn’t help my flow of thought much. Even worse, there is nothing to describe him as. He looks like the average old man, maybe even a sensei.
“Uh...I guess my name is ‘X’. It’s the best I can think of since I am most likely in a dream and all of this will disappear after I awake,” I replied.
“Very well then, X. I think it is time for me to tell you why you are here.”
“Hmm? This is all happening so fast it is a little hard to comprehend, or maybe it’s just me. I have some mission to do now?”
“Yes, of course you do X. Do you really think “people” wind up in clouds everyday?”
“I wouldn’t know. I only know my name and instinctive traits like breathing.” “And that is why you are not a person,” he froze for emphasis. “You are nothing compared to everything else in the world.” His words impaled me. What am I then? I have to be something, right?
“No, quite the contrary. As I said before, you are nothing, you just act like something.” “How can I act like something but be nothing?” Those words may have gotten him to feel less superior. Was I trying to defeat him in an argument I can’t win? “You are wasting my time. Two and Three will not be happy with me being late. Neither will Y or Z, but they split years ago,” the old man mumbled.
“Huh? What about numbers and letters? I can count and read the alphabet can’t I?” “All will come to you in due time, boy. For now, I must release you into the world of Craftopia.” “I don’t even know your name or what to do.”
“You can call me One and follow your...”instinct” since you don’t have a gut.” I didn’t really understand that saying, but he’s the old one.
After his comment, he was gone. Or at least I was falling. There was no water below me as I suspected, but ground. I have never experienced pain before, and I don’t feel like feeling it now. THUMP! Pain screamed up my humanoid figure, but I felt okay. The world around me was a dense forest sprawled before me and a village to boot. To top it all off, everything was blocky. From me to the grass beneath my feet. I have no experience whatsoever and how will the villagers react to a “white as a sheet” something? The ideas are forming in my head. A disguise, hide, I can’t decide. The thoughts just- CRUNCH! Was I hearing things? SNAP! There is someone in the area, and judging by how quiet they’re trying to be, it doesn’t sound like a pleasant ending to me.
Let’s recap, shall we? I now have a purpose, untold albeit, in life but I am nothing. And now something will see me as my form of a big blob of humanoid.
“Hey dude, check this out, bro!” a new voice said. Fear should have struck my body, rattled my bones and whatnot, but nothing happened. Instead, I felt there was no need to be afraid. I felt as if this new person wasn’t even talking to me.
“What is it, broski?” an even fresher voice replied. Wouldn’t you know it? I was right for once. This new sense of victory has boosted my self-esteem ten-
“Whoa, what is that thing?” the first person exclaimed with a hint of bewilderness. This time, fear did strike my body and rattle my bones. I had been found, discovered, excavated, tracked down, the list goes on.
“I dunno, broski.” the second person, whom I will now call “Dudes 1 and 2”, answered. Clearly these imbeciles hadn’t passed 7th Grade Grammar Class. I mean, by living in a place called “Craftopia”, wouldn’t you expect a more, “educated” type of people. “Maybe we should poke it with a stick or something, y’know?” Now that I think about it, if I don’t seem like a normal person now, it might kick me in the behind later in life.
“It may not be a great idea to do that, sir,” I sheepishly told the two “gentlemen”.
“But hey, why are you...y’know, white?” Dude 2 questioned.
“Well, I...uh,” I stammered. C’mon think, X! I’m smarter than them! Ding! That hypothetical light bulb appeared over my head. “I’ve got a really bad case of “Albinoism B”. It’s stage two of being an albino. It’s so bad, I could even be translucent, but that’s an extreme case. My case isn’t as bad.”
“Do you need a hospital or something, dude?” Dude 1 asked.
“No, it’s an irreversible disease. Don’t worry, the only thing it affects is my pigmentation.”
“Well, nice talking to you, dude. Hope to see you around!” Dude 2 said. While walking off I scarcely heard them talking about the “gnarly waves” and such. Meh. I guess you can surf here too.
I was quickly proven wrong about surfing when I saw that Craftopia, or one of its provinces/states, was perched precariously over an abysmal abyss. Notably, deep down in the abyss, I noticed a cave with a light source pouring from it. But it was so far down maybe it was just me. To my right, a huge sign greeted me with its words, “Welcome to Craftopia Village (Not the actual city)!”. The tallest building was roughly 50 ft. and the rest were houses, farms, and a marketplace surrounding it. For having the suffix “topia”, Craftopia Village lived up to its name, with the exception of that building. In fact, it looked like an office building or a company. Was this village perhaps industrializing itself? I had a bad feeling about this building.
After realising it was nearing sunset, I realized I needed shelter, fast. But seeing what kind of society I live in, no one would accept me into their home. I’m an albino, filth to them. I guess I have to do this the old-fashioned way. Re-entering the forest I was just recently in, I decided to defy physics and chop down a tree with my bare hands. I’m just yanking your chain mail, I know what to do. It was now on the verge of dusk. I decided to “borrow” an axe for a tool. After tiptoeing into a farmer’s backyard, I found a rusty, old, stone axe in his tool shed, perfect. Chop! Chop! Chop! The glass-shattering howl screeched across the horizon but I digress, I got 6 oak wood logs. I may not have enough for a sufficient house, but I do have enough fo a wooden cube with a door and window (without glass). With having only the cold floor to sleep on, I slept, somewhat peacefully.
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When I awoke from my slumber all was calm, or at least until the shops opened, then the crowds gathered. Upon entering the marketplace I discovered a flyer.
“Dear [INSERT NAME HERE], You have been given the chance to win the chance of a lifetime. How do you do this exactly? You send this flyer (plus a payment of 64 emeralds) and you have the chance to be a hit of Craftopiaa City! You’ll be so big, the world we be kissing the ground you walk on! Just send this to “Project Proprietary Power Inc.”. It’s that big building in the middle of town, you won’t miss it! Sincerely, The Staff at PPP Inc.”
It seemed fishy, but hey, why not give it a shot. With my current state I could use some publicity.A chance to be on top of the world blew into my face yesterday. It seemed fishy, but it’s only 64 emeralds! Those can’t be too hard to find, right? Wrong. The first person that saw me reading the flyer grunted and told me emeralds are the rarest thing to acquire, ever since The Plague struck. So, how am I going to get emeralds you might ask. Well, the black market of course!
On the backside of the regular market spanned a series of stands selling items from diamonds to dirt. I could easily count 64 emeralds lying in various stands and carts. All the shop owners wore hoods and didn’t even speak. they just pointed toward a grimy sign that read the prices.
~~~~~ 64 Water - 32 Emeralds Bread - Pork Dirt - Grass Grass - Bone Meal ~~~~~
So two stacks of water for 64 emeralds, that sounded easy! Turns out, he only had 32 emeralds. I would have to find another stand with 32 emeralds. but for now, I should get this out of the way before someone else takes the offer.
Where would I find freshwater though? The forest, maybe. But searching for water in a forest could cause me to get lost and inevitably die. The only other logical place is...the cave. Remember when I saw the cave at the bottom of the abyss? There has to be something worthwhile there! Now I just have to get down there.
At the top of the mine sat a man named Steve. His slightly tattered clothes and beard told me he ran the mine. He told me that if I could pay him 3 diamonds when I was finished, he would give me a fresh diamond pickaxe. It seemed like a fair deal so i accepted it. I grabbed a torch and walked straight into the mine, without knowing what would be in store.
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My torch barely illuminated the cavern, but luckily I found coal near me. Using the last of my sticks, I crafted 64 torches, hopefully enough to do the job. For about 30 minutes, I delved deeper into the mine, finding diamonds pretty early on. It wasn’t until an hour later that I saw a light source.
Slowly creeping toward the light, I found the cave! I knew that because I could see Craftopia Village resting high above me and even a few people walking by. Searching the rest of the cave I saw that numbers and letters were sprawled out on the cave walls. They were all written in chalk and most were crossed out. I couldn’t believe my eyes...The names not crossed out were:
One Two Three X Y Z
Notably, the Z didn’t look like it had the same penmanship as the other letters, but it may be just me. Besides that there was a small pond of water! Since I had no bottles, I used bowls from wood I scavenged from the mine. I now had enough materials for 32 emeralds.
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Once I returned to the surface, I repaid Steve and traveled to the black market. The villager happily gave me my emeralds and took the water. The other stall with conveniently 32 emeralds had an interesting pricetag. It read: “IF WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS FOR A GOOD CAUSE”. I think the emeralds are for a good cause, don’t you? After telling me he can’t take them back he finally let me have them, 64 emeralds!
Unfortunately, I lost the flyer during this fiasco. Maybe they’ll just accept the payment upfront. I hope so.
I walked up to the enormous building in the center of town and entered. It had a plethora of glass and polished quartz floors to boot! The lady at the front desk told me to give my payment to the boss at the top floor. I thanked her and climbed the mountain of stairs until I reached floor 52. With a red carpet leading toward a big room, I knew he was in there.
When he said I could come in, i knew this my would be the biggest influence in my life. He’d either let me rise to the top, or plummet me down the abyss.I opened the door. Inside was a rather simple room (for the boss, I presume, at least). There were alternating tiles of quartz and obsidian and a red carpet going down the middle. He sat behind an oak wood desk in a leather chair with various papers scattered around. He chair’s back was facing toward me, classic.
“Hello, sir. Whaddya want?” the man asked.
“I am here to accept your ‘offer’, sir,” I replied.
“Very well then,” he spun his chair around. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
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“I see your ‘attire’ is wet. You took the stairs instead of the elevator?”
“Yes, sir. I did take the stairs. I just didn’t know there was an-
“I know there’s no elevator. Calm down.” This guy seemed very good at his position. He wore all black, complete with a fedora. “What’s your name, sir?”
“Uh...well...You can call me X,” my mistake.
“That short for Xavier or something? I don’t like nicknames. By the way, I want my payment.”
How stupid of me! Two strikes for me. One for my name, and the other for the money. He continued to study me carefully, like he was staring into my soul.
“Here you go, what should I call you, sir?” I asked while handing him the emeralds.
“Call me Z.”
“Didn’t you just say you didn’t like nicknames, Z?”
SLAM! “Silence, boy! I am the most powerful man here and you think you can belittle me!” That was obviously strike three.
“You’re not from here, are you? Because in this town, people know who I am. They just don’t waltz up into my office and try to belittle me. Not to mention you have a disease that was vaccinated over 100 years ago! Albinoism B isn’t even in Craftopia City either! It’s impossible to get! You couldn’t have walked here from Craftopia City either, there’s no water on the way. All water was extracted during The Plague, which was started by me! You’re not from here which is exactly why-” he stopped. He let the suspense settle in. He was going to destroy me with the knowledge I didn’t even know! Here it comes...
“You’re my brother,” he finished.
“I-I uh...”
“Admit it, I watch that cave from this room since I’m so high up and I saw you in there, getting water for your illegal trades. Now I can jail you for two reasons. One, for being a “fugitive” and two for illegal trading.” No! My life is ruined! I‘ve lo-
“You got the job.”
“What? I-I mean, thank you, sir!” I couldn’t believe it. I would be on top of the world before I knew it!
“Now, brother, I have business to attend to, don’t break anything,” and with that, he left.
Five minutes had passed, Z hadn’t returned. I gazed out the window to see if I could really see the cave from here. I gazed down to the cave and saw Z. I didn’t only see Z, but I also saw One. Great, he really is the Z on the wall. He’s my brother, and now he’s probably learning all about me. Hopefully he knows what he is doing when I become more popular than him, hopefully.
Please post your constructive criticism and/or thoughts.
Now that I am back from the wonderful land of My Stupidity (AKA, Infractions), I have released the long overdue Chapter One and tweaked the Prologue to my liking.
Now that I am back from the wonderful land of My Stupidity (AKA, Infractions), I have released the long overdue Chapter One and tweaked the Prologue to my liking.
Also, chapters should be longer in the future.
Great i reread the prologue, and like the first chapter.
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“That is correct my child, you have always wanted to meet me. I daresay, it is a pleasure meeting you. But alas, I don’t know your name,” the old man answered to my thoughts. Although, I saw a hint of sarcasm in his tone when he said he didn’t know my name. I guess I knew my name, and his smirk didn’t help my flow of thought much. Even worse, there is nothing to describe him as. He looks like the average old man, maybe even a sensei.
“Uh...I guess my name is ‘X’. It’s the best I can think of since I am most likely in a dream and all of this will disappear after I awake,” I replied.
“Very well then, X. I think it is time for me to tell you why you are here.”
“Hmm? This is all happening so fast it is a little hard to comprehend, or maybe it’s just me. I have some mission to do now?”
“Yes, of course you do X. Do you really think “people” wind up in clouds everyday?”
“I wouldn’t know. I only know my name and instinctive traits like breathing.”
“And that is why you are not a person,” he froze for emphasis. “You are nothing compared to everything else in the world.” His words impaled me. What am I then? I have to be something, right?
“No, quite the contrary. As I said before, you are nothing, you just act like something.”
“How can I act like something but be nothing?” Those words may have gotten him to feel less
superior. Was I trying to defeat him in an argument I can’t win?
“You are wasting my time. Two and Three will not be happy with me being late. Neither will Y or Z, but they split years ago,” the old man mumbled.
“Huh? What about numbers and letters? I can count and read the alphabet can’t I?”
“All will come to you in due time, boy. For now, I must release you into the world of Craftopia.”
“I don’t even know your name or what to do.”
“You can call me One and follow your...”instinct” since you don’t have a gut.” I didn’t really understand that saying, but he’s the old one.
After his comment, he was gone. Or at least I was falling. There was no water below me as I suspected, but ground. I have never experienced pain before, and I don’t feel like feeling it now. THUMP! Pain screamed up my humanoid figure, but I felt okay. The world around me was a dense forest sprawled before me and a village to boot. To top it all off, everything was blocky. From me to the grass beneath my feet. I have no experience whatsoever and how will the villagers react to a “white as a sheet” something? The ideas are forming in my head. A disguise, hide, I can’t decide. The thoughts just- CRUNCH! Was I hearing things? SNAP! There is someone in the area, and judging by how quiet they’re trying to be, it doesn’t sound like a pleasant ending to me.
“Hey dude, check this out, bro!” a new voice said. Fear should have struck my body, rattled my bones and whatnot, but nothing happened. Instead, I felt there was no need to be afraid. I felt as if this new person wasn’t even talking to me.
“What is it, broski?” an even fresher voice replied. Wouldn’t you know it? I was right for once. This new sense of victory has boosted my self-esteem ten-
“Whoa, what is that thing?” the first person exclaimed with a hint of bewilderness. This time, fear did strike my body and rattle my bones. I had been found, discovered, excavated, tracked down, the list goes on.
“I dunno, broski.” the second person, whom I will now call “Dudes 1 and 2”, answered. Clearly these imbeciles hadn’t passed 7th Grade Grammar Class. I mean, by living in a place called “Craftopia”, wouldn’t you expect a more, “educated” type of people. “Maybe we should poke it with a stick or something, y’know?” Now that I think about it, if I don’t seem like a normal person now, it might kick me in the behind later in life.
“It may not be a great idea to do that, sir,” I sheepishly told the two “gentlemen”.
“You’re like, alive?! That’s cool, bro!” exclaimed Dudes 1 and 2.
“But hey, why are you...y’know, white?” Dude 2 questioned.
“Well, I...uh,” I stammered. C’mon think, X! I’m smarter than them! Ding! That hypothetical light bulb appeared over my head. “I’ve got a really bad case of “Albinoism B”. It’s stage two of being an albino. It’s so bad, I could even be translucent, but that’s an extreme case. My case isn’t as bad.”
“Do you need a hospital or something, dude?” Dude 1 asked.
“No, it’s an irreversible disease. Don’t worry, the only thing it affects is my pigmentation.”
“Well, nice talking to you, dude. Hope to see you around!” Dude 2 said. While walking off I scarcely heard them talking about the “gnarly waves” and such. Meh. I guess you can surf here too.
I was quickly proven wrong about surfing when I saw that Craftopia, or one of its provinces/states, was perched precariously over an abysmal abyss. Notably, deep down in the abyss, I noticed a cave with a light source pouring from it. But it was so far down maybe it was just me. To my right, a huge sign greeted me with its words, “Welcome to Craftopia Village (Not the actual city)!”. The tallest building was roughly 50 ft. and the rest were houses, farms, and a marketplace surrounding it. For having the suffix “topia”, Craftopia Village lived up to its name, with the exception of that building. In fact, it looked like an office building or a company. Was this village perhaps industrializing itself? I had a bad feeling about this building.
After realising it was nearing sunset, I realized I needed shelter, fast. But seeing what kind of society I live in, no one would accept me into their home. I’m an albino, filth to them. I guess I have to do this the old-fashioned way. Re-entering the forest I was just recently in, I decided to defy physics and chop down a tree with my bare hands. I’m just yanking your chain mail, I know what to do. It was now on the verge of dusk. I decided to “borrow” an axe for a tool. After tiptoeing into a farmer’s backyard, I found a rusty, old, stone axe in his tool shed, perfect. Chop! Chop! Chop! The glass-shattering howl screeched across the horizon but I digress, I got 6 oak wood logs. I may not have enough for a sufficient house, but I do have enough fo a wooden cube with a door and window (without glass). With having only the cold floor to sleep on, I slept, somewhat peacefully.
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When I awoke from my slumber all was calm, or at least until the shops opened, then the crowds gathered. Upon entering the marketplace I discovered a flyer.
“Dear [INSERT NAME HERE],
You have been given the chance to win the chance of a lifetime. How do you do this exactly? You send this flyer (plus a payment of 64 emeralds) and you have the chance to be a hit of Craftopiaa City! You’ll be so big, the world we be kissing the ground you walk on! Just send this to “Project Proprietary Power Inc.”. It’s that big building in the middle of town, you won’t miss it!
Sincerely,
The Staff at PPP Inc.”
It seemed fishy, but hey, why not give it a shot. With my current state I could use some publicity.A chance to be on top of the world blew into my face yesterday. It seemed fishy, but it’s only 64 emeralds! Those can’t be too hard to find, right? Wrong. The first person that saw me reading the flyer grunted and told me emeralds are the rarest thing to acquire, ever since The Plague struck. So, how am I going to get emeralds you might ask. Well, the black market of course!
On the backside of the regular market spanned a series of stands selling items from diamonds to dirt. I could easily count 64 emeralds lying in various stands and carts. All the shop owners wore hoods and didn’t even speak. they just pointed toward a grimy sign that read the prices.
~~~~~
64 Water - 32 Emeralds
Bread - Pork
Dirt - Grass
Grass - Bone Meal
~~~~~
So two stacks of water for 64 emeralds, that sounded easy! Turns out, he only had 32 emeralds. I would have to find another stand with 32 emeralds. but for now, I should get this out of the way before someone else takes the offer.
Where would I find freshwater though? The forest, maybe. But searching for water in a forest could cause me to get lost and inevitably die. The only other logical place is...the cave. Remember when I saw the cave at the bottom of the abyss? There has to be something worthwhile there! Now I just have to get down there.
At the top of the mine sat a man named Steve. His slightly tattered clothes and beard told me he ran the mine. He told me that if I could pay him 3 diamonds when I was finished, he would give me a fresh diamond pickaxe. It seemed like a fair deal so i accepted it. I grabbed a torch and walked straight into the mine, without knowing what would be in store.
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My torch barely illuminated the cavern, but luckily I found coal near me. Using the last of my sticks, I crafted 64 torches, hopefully enough to do the job. For about 30 minutes, I delved deeper into the mine, finding diamonds pretty early on. It wasn’t until an hour later that I saw a light source.
Slowly creeping toward the light, I found the cave! I knew that because I could see Craftopia Village resting high above me and even a few people walking by. Searching the rest of the cave I saw that numbers and letters were sprawled out on the cave walls. They were all written in chalk and most were crossed out. I couldn’t believe my eyes...The names not crossed out were:
One
Two
Three
X
Y
Z
Notably, the Z didn’t look like it had the same penmanship as the other letters, but it may be just me. Besides that there was a small pond of water! Since I had no bottles, I used bowls from wood I scavenged from the mine. I now had enough materials for 32 emeralds.
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Once I returned to the surface, I repaid Steve and traveled to the black market. The villager happily gave me my emeralds and took the water. The other stall with conveniently 32 emeralds had an interesting pricetag. It read: “IF WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS FOR A GOOD CAUSE”. I think the emeralds are for a good cause, don’t you? After telling me he can’t take them back he finally let me have them, 64 emeralds!
Unfortunately, I lost the flyer during this fiasco. Maybe they’ll just accept the payment upfront. I hope so.
I walked up to the enormous building in the center of town and entered. It had a plethora of glass and polished quartz floors to boot! The lady at the front desk told me to give my payment to the boss at the top floor. I thanked her and climbed the mountain of stairs until I reached floor 52. With a red carpet leading toward a big room, I knew he was in there.
When he said I could come in, i knew this my would be the biggest influence in my life. He’d either let me rise to the top, or plummet me down the abyss.I opened the door. Inside was a rather simple room (for the boss, I presume, at least). There were alternating tiles of quartz and obsidian and a red carpet going down the middle. He sat behind an oak wood desk in a leather chair with various papers scattered around. He chair’s back was facing toward me, classic.
“Hello, sir. Whaddya want?” the man asked.
“I am here to accept your ‘offer’, sir,” I replied.
“Very well then,” he spun his chair around. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
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“I see your ‘attire’ is wet. You took the stairs instead of the elevator?”
“Yes, sir. I did take the stairs. I just didn’t know there was an-
“I know there’s no elevator. Calm down.” This guy seemed very good at his position. He wore all black, complete with a fedora. “What’s your name, sir?”
“Uh...well...You can call me X,” my mistake.
“That short for Xavier or something? I don’t like nicknames. By the way, I want my payment.”
How stupid of me! Two strikes for me. One for my name, and the other for the money. He continued to study me carefully, like he was staring into my soul.
“Here you go, what should I call you, sir?” I asked while handing him the emeralds.
“Call me Z.”
“Didn’t you just say you didn’t like nicknames, Z?”
SLAM! “Silence, boy! I am the most powerful man here and you think you can belittle me!” That was obviously strike three.
“You’re not from here, are you? Because in this town, people know who I am. They just don’t waltz up into my office and try to belittle me. Not to mention you have a disease that was vaccinated over 100 years ago! Albinoism B isn’t even in Craftopia City either! It’s impossible to get! You couldn’t have walked here from Craftopia City either, there’s no water on the way. All water was extracted during The Plague, which was started by me! You’re not from here which is exactly why-” he stopped. He let the suspense settle in. He was going to destroy me with the knowledge I didn’t even know! Here it comes...
“You’re my brother,” he finished.
“I-I uh...”
“Admit it, I watch that cave from this room since I’m so high up and I saw you in there, getting water for your illegal trades. Now I can jail you for two reasons. One, for being a “fugitive” and two for illegal trading.” No! My life is ruined! I‘ve lo-
“You got the job.”
“What? I-I mean, thank you, sir!” I couldn’t believe it. I would be on top of the world before I knew it!
“Now, brother, I have business to attend to, don’t break anything,” and with that, he left.
Five minutes had passed, Z hadn’t returned. I gazed out the window to see if I could really see the cave from here. I gazed down to the cave and saw Z. I didn’t only see Z, but I also saw One. Great, he really is the Z on the wall. He’s my brother, and now he’s probably learning all about me. Hopefully he knows what he is doing when I become more popular than him, hopefully.
Please post your constructive criticism and/or thoughts.
Different name for the world instead of the usual Minecraftia.
Interesting beginning, waking up on a cloud with a crazy person who says you dont exist because you are nothing just pretending to be something .
Interesting beginning once again.
Will check the next chapters when they are forthcoming.
Thank you for the support and I'm sure to start Chapter 1 tomorrow!
Please double space between quote...
"Hello!"
"Oh, yes, pleasure to meet you, meat!"
Some grammatical (?) errors that distract from the story.
Over all, interesting.
**I say '?' because it can make sense if I view it in a certain 'abnormal' context.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Thanks for the feedback. I don't really know why I didn't double space, but I was going to for Chapter One.
I'll check out the story when Chapter 1 is finished.
Great job with original ideas! You seem to know what you're doing.
Also, chapters should be longer in the future.
I am DreadMage. After reading the Prologue, I can tell that this story has some serious potential. I will give you the opportunity to have this story recognized on MineFic Hub, a post all about amazing Minecraft Fan Fictions. If you accept the offer, check out the post on the link. Fill out a story application, and you'll be all set! Best of luck to you! ~~DreadMage
It was never intended to be hilarious, but everyone has their own opinion, I guess.
*Stares down examining feet.
(humor is not a bad thing.)
I guess so. I had to have some way to get X rise to stardom!