Yo!
Epic stuff!
Cake!
Wow, pie!
Building maps!
Don't worry, I'm speaking nonsense. Anyway, I've got nothing much to say except this story I got here.
I just HAD to write this story! I had an idea!
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The dark night sky is blocked by the dark clouds that cry raindrops that scatters around the world below. Out in the plains below where the grass sways with the strong winds, a small yet comfortable wooden shack resides. The lights were turned on. A figure can be seen moving around frantically in the small shelter. Who could be in there? Who would be so panic about a thunderstorm that could possibly demolish weak houses like this one here. Why am I sounding so cool?
The wooden house contains several glass windows embedded on the walls to look out for, duh. The tall, black figure, an enderman, looks out the window, his face wearing one of the sorrow types. He fashions himself with an elegant tuxedo with a red tie that is awkwardly short, reaching barely half of his ridiculously long arms. As he looks out the window, he begin to sing a song silently to pass the time.
"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.."
A brief moment passes in silence..
"Nope. Not working." The enderman sighs in disbelief. Giving up, the enderman turned to look around his house, then to the ceiling for no apparent reason. In the rows of neatly built wooden blocks, one of them appears to be a cobblestone. He tries his best to ignore it but a mere second passes and his head was in fumes.
In steady but powerful strides, the enderman approaches the wooden chest in the corner. The enderman places his hand on the chest, picks it up, flips it around, and shakes the chest, emptying the content out. Dozens and dozens of items and blocks fell out. The enderman rummages through the pile of shameful and useless blocks blindly, finding the wooden blocks an hour after.
The enderman picked up one wooden block of the stack he found and teleported to the ceiling, on a suitable platform, duh. He first place the wooden block beside him to pick up the cobblestone block. He reaches for the cobblestone.
And then the rain pours in ..
"GAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
The enderman placed the cobblestone back quickly and withdraws his hand as fast as a blaze's fireball. He quickly inspected his poor hands and realized they were in pain, duh. Okay, these jokes are getting lame. I will try to get some original jokes now.
The enderman teleported to his bed and sat on it. His poor black hands, no racism there, is burned by the water and is now swelling, producing a somewhat unusual grey color there. He reaches into his believed-to-be-non-existent inventory and got out a box Plushy Wushy Bandages and placed one of it on his hand, hurting his other hand in the process, which results in a wrongly placed bandage, which now sticks on the hand he used to place the bandage. Realizing he was a genius for doing that, he put on monocles, laughed like a gentleman and repeated what he did.
Now his hands are cared by the Plushy Wushy Bandages, a smile lit on his face and he is ready to begin his life as a new man. Ahem. A new enderman. Since we all know enderman is actually man with the word 'ender' attached in front.So basically enderman is the same as man. Oh god my jokes are bad,,
So anyway, continuing our journey with the enderman. By now, he looks out the window again, careful not to accidently hurt his hand which are covered in the Plushy Wushy Bandages and realizes the rain is yet to be done.
Or Rather it, it is far from over.. far from over..far from over.. far from over..
By now you are probably bored so I'm going to introduce a new guy. He is also an enderman. And being an endergenius, he got into the comfortable house by teleporting under trees that are dispersed around the plains.
A gentlemanly conversation ensued :
"HOW DID YOU GET HERE?" Dave utters in horror, eyes widen, jaws gaping.
"By teleporting below trees so I would not be burned by the rain." Bob replied.
"Wait, why are you Bob?"
"Pardon me?"
"I have this feeling that readers though I'm actually Bob."
"What in the enderdragon are you talking about?"
"..."
"..."
A brief silence was exchanged as Dave the Enderman begins to piece out what is actually happening. Bob the enderman just stood there with a letter in hand, his face gesturing Dave to take it. Too bad Dave was too busy pondering about a serious subject to notice him. That's what all Endergenius do, you know?
The End.
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Hey! I'm wondering if anyone could be my beta reader so I wouldn't post bad stories like this! No, this is not intentional. I just had this dumb idea and posted it randomly. I will post a proper story on the following days. Stay tuned till then.
Epic stuff!
Cake!
Wow, pie!
Building maps!
Don't worry, I'm speaking nonsense. Anyway, I've got nothing much to say except this story I got here.
I just HAD to write this story! I had an idea!
The dark night sky is blocked by the dark clouds that cry raindrops that scatters around the world below. Out in the plains below where the grass sways with the strong winds, a small yet comfortable wooden shack resides. The lights were turned on. A figure can be seen moving around frantically in the small shelter. Who could be in there? Who would be so panic about a thunderstorm that could possibly demolish weak houses like this one here. Why am I sounding so cool?
The wooden house contains several glass windows embedded on the walls to look out for, duh. The tall, black figure, an enderman, looks out the window, his face wearing one of the sorrow types. He fashions himself with an elegant tuxedo with a red tie that is awkwardly short, reaching barely half of his ridiculously long arms. As he looks out the window, he begin to sing a song silently to pass the time.
"Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.."
A brief moment passes in silence..
"Nope. Not working." The enderman sighs in disbelief.
Giving up, the enderman turned to look around his house, then to the ceiling for no apparent reason. In the rows of neatly built wooden blocks, one of them appears to be a cobblestone. He tries his best to ignore it but a mere second passes and his head was in fumes.
In steady but powerful strides, the enderman approaches the wooden chest in the corner. The enderman places his hand on the chest, picks it up, flips it around, and shakes the chest, emptying the content out. Dozens and dozens of items and blocks fell out. The enderman rummages through the pile of shameful and useless blocks blindly, finding the wooden blocks an hour after.
The enderman picked up one wooden block of the stack he found and teleported to the ceiling, on a suitable platform, duh. He first place the wooden block beside him to pick up the cobblestone block. He reaches for the cobblestone.
And then the rain pours in ..
"GAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
The enderman placed the cobblestone back quickly and withdraws his hand as fast as a blaze's fireball. He quickly inspected his poor hands and realized they were in pain, duh. Okay, these jokes are getting lame. I will try to get some original jokes now.
The enderman teleported to his bed and sat on it. His poor black hands, no racism there, is burned by the water and is now swelling, producing a somewhat unusual grey color there. He reaches into his believed-to-be-non-existent inventory and got out a box Plushy Wushy Bandages and placed one of it on his hand, hurting his other hand in the process, which results in a wrongly placed bandage, which now sticks on the hand he used to place the bandage. Realizing he was a genius for doing that, he put on monocles, laughed like a gentleman and repeated what he did.
Now his hands are cared by the Plushy Wushy Bandages, a smile lit on his face and he is ready to begin his life as a new man. Ahem. A new enderman. Since we all know enderman is actually man with the word 'ender' attached in front.So basically enderman is the same as man. Oh god my jokes are bad,,
So anyway, continuing our journey with the enderman.
By now, he looks out the window again, careful not to accidently hurt his hand which are covered in the Plushy Wushy Bandages and realizes the rain is yet to be done.
Or Rather it, it is far from over.. far from over.. far from over.. far from over..
By now you are probably bored so I'm going to introduce a new guy. He is also an enderman. And being an endergenius, he got into the comfortable house by teleporting under trees that are dispersed around the plains.
A gentlemanly conversation ensued :
"HOW DID YOU GET HERE?" Dave utters in horror, eyes widen, jaws gaping.
"By teleporting below trees so I would not be burned by the rain." Bob replied.
"Wait, why are you Bob?"
"Pardon me?"
"I have this feeling that readers though I'm actually Bob."
"What in the enderdragon are you talking about?"
"..."
"..."
A brief silence was exchanged as Dave the Enderman begins to piece out what is actually happening. Bob the enderman just stood there with a letter in hand, his face gesturing Dave to take it. Too bad Dave was too busy pondering about a serious subject to notice him. That's what all Endergenius do, you know?
The End.
Hey!
I'm wondering if anyone could be my beta reader so I wouldn't post bad stories like this!
No, this is not intentional. I just had this dumb idea and posted it randomly. I will post a proper story on the following days. Stay tuned till then.
Adioso.