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    Nov 26, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Worst/Most Annoying Fandoms/fanbases?
    I don't hate any fandoms, just the annoying morons in them.
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    Jun 13, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on HNtSs is over. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
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    Hello, writers! This story is part of Minefic: Legacy. This is a story list where you can apply your stories so everyone can see it even better! Simply click the link and fill out an application and see how helpful it is yourself!

    Until then, happy writing!



    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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    I will only except ten of good and evil as to not have the story swarming with characters.

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    Jun 15, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Minefic: Legacy—Story List and Writing Help (Reformatting Help Needed, Check Thread)
    Quote from sc1020

    Lol it was just a metaphor :P

    We're more than describable in the reality of it all :lol:

    I knew that.

    Minefic breaking was horrible. Sc1020 created Minefic: Legacy and it was a light at the end of a tunnel. We flocked like to it birds. :P
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    Jun 15, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Minefic: Legacy—Story List and Writing Help (Reformatting Help Needed, Check Thread)
    ...We're just a Greek Dragon?

    I thought we were more than that. -_-
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    Jun 15, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on To be named
    The prologue is only one sentence? Normally a prologue is about three paragraphs that foreshadows the story. Chapter 1 is the size of a normal prologue. Be a bit more descriptive. It's too short, I'm working on making my chapters longer. Use an original name, I'm tired of Steve. Not very many people are going to red "To be Named" so I suggest you find a name. Instead of saying, I ran towards Everburn," say "I ran through the forest. Wet leaves clung to me, and it was hard to see through the pouring rain. As I got closer, I could see the towering walls with guards positioned at every tower, of which the city had many. We were always ready to fight, even thought there had been no conflict in the land for centuries. As I got even closer, I could see the giant flame positioned in the center of the city. This flame gave the city it's name, Everburn."

    Also, I can't take you seriously with the ninjago avatar.

    EDIT: 100 posts YEEEEEEEEES!!!!! :D :D :D :D :iapprove:
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    Jun 14, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Minefic: Legacy—Story List and Writing Help (Reformatting Help Needed, Check Thread)
    Title: How Not to Survive Series
    Author: FlyingPig6789
    Description: There is a new evil to throw into the mix. In a dark lab experiment done by the Creepers for the mysterious force known only as "The Client" the Witherman was made. Edgar may not know this, but he is the one to stop him. Can he discover who he is and if he has a past, and if he does what is it?
    Progress: In Progress

    I can't believe I'm doing this, too. :)
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    May 24, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Google Picture War
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    May 19, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on [Text Adventure] PsiQuest
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    Yes...

    Really? Do something origional and stop being Dr. Boring and Mr. Lame, like Minor said.
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    May 17, 2013
    FlyingPig6789 posted a message on Who wants to play together?
    Can I join?
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    May 10, 2013
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