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Book. Involves names and all of you.
- Thread starter Jedoi
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5legit3me
mopb3 said:
Creepers are terrorists. If they have to blow up cows call it a misfire or an attack on the food supply. Endermen are stalkers who quietly watch you. They have no interest in harming you until you look them in the eye.
Maybe for Endermen you could mention rare aliens only seen in the dead of night, tall wisps of shadow that pulse slowly with a faint purple light. The alien part is true since they do come from the End 
For Creepers... idk. Maybe a new skeleton weapon they use to break and enter villager houses that happens to be green
For Creepers... idk. Maybe a new skeleton weapon they use to break and enter villager houses that happens to be green
And thanks, really, for thinking of something. And thanks Psy. And Lea, they're both good ideas as well. Leasaur said:
hehehe I know what you're describing...
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This is the first couple paragraphs of the book. Anything I should change or edit?
I have died twice in my lifetime. So far. No, this is correct. Actual, terrible death… Poison running through my system and falling off a tower, my body breaking far below… I have, indeed, died twice. You see, there is a mystic device here in the realm of my home. It is called the Artifact. Enchanted by some kind of magic, or a powerful force, it saves us.
Us, being the people who live here on Loka. There is but a second between death and life. We live, we die, and we are brought to life once again.
One of my earliest memories was walking in a forest, and a enormous spider bit me. It’s poisons quickly over took me, and I fell to the dusty ground and died. There was a brief instant of darkness, like you could feel the evil in death, then I was in the luminously lit Tower once again. The Tower is where we are….teleported after the Artifact restores us from death.
My second death was falling off the tower… it is pretty high up. There are people who die more often and people who die less. And people who die and are not saved by the Artifact…
“I’ll trade you four emeralds for the sword.” I hear. No, there is no one near me. There is a far-reaching means of communication. When we speak, we are heard by everyone. “How ‘bout five?” Another voice replied. Ah, there must be bartering at the Tower going on. “Fine. Five it is.” The first voice sighed. “Thank you. Here you go, <name.>”. The second voice, belonging to someone called <name> said.
Let me back up. There is a world, an Abandoned World, called Loka. There are so few people I can name most of them. But there is still enough to have multiple cities. Sometimes those cities are peaceful, and sometimes they go to war. My name is Jedoi. I am one of the little amount of people who can survive here. Not all can survive at all here, sadly. This land is one of killing and of war, yet also of friendship and teamwork…few survive.
I have died twice in my lifetime. So far. No, this is correct. Actual, terrible death… Poison running through my system and falling off a tower, my body breaking far below… I have, indeed, died twice. You see, there is a mystic device here in the realm of my home. It is called the Artifact. Enchanted by some kind of magic, or a powerful force, it saves us.
Us, being the people who live here on Loka. There is but a second between death and life. We live, we die, and we are brought to life once again.
One of my earliest memories was walking in a forest, and a enormous spider bit me. It’s poisons quickly over took me, and I fell to the dusty ground and died. There was a brief instant of darkness, like you could feel the evil in death, then I was in the luminously lit Tower once again. The Tower is where we are….teleported after the Artifact restores us from death.
My second death was falling off the tower… it is pretty high up. There are people who die more often and people who die less. And people who die and are not saved by the Artifact…
“I’ll trade you four emeralds for the sword.” I hear. No, there is no one near me. There is a far-reaching means of communication. When we speak, we are heard by everyone. “How ‘bout five?” Another voice replied. Ah, there must be bartering at the Tower going on. “Fine. Five it is.” The first voice sighed. “Thank you. Here you go, <name.>”. The second voice, belonging to someone called <name> said.
Let me back up. There is a world, an Abandoned World, called Loka. There are so few people I can name most of them. But there is still enough to have multiple cities. Sometimes those cities are peaceful, and sometimes they go to war. My name is Jedoi. I am one of the little amount of people who can survive here. Not all can survive at all here, sadly. This land is one of killing and of war, yet also of friendship and teamwork…few survive.
How about The story of Psy