I think Dinosaurs would have been a great idea for Minecraft, and probably still are. Congratulations to Jurassicraft for making it onto the main page!
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Shepard, still holding Link's sword, slices off Greninja's tongue.
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Shepard requests to borrow Link's master sword after he is finished using it against Greninja. Thanking him profusely, Shepard then also uses the master sword against Greninja.
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The water causes Shepard to shoot his gun again, once again hitting Link, but this time only because of their close proximity.
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"I don't... I don't think so," Kahente replied, responding to the question without actually responding. She was confused and cautious here; what she said was only a gut-based reaction, not a deliberated statement. She needed a moment to comprehend what was happening. Subconsciously, she put a hand to her dagger, beginning to slide the hilt out of its sheath. The dagger felt familiar in her hand even while the room was alien. The woman was the most normal thing about it, but even she could hardly be deemed normal. Suddenly, Kahente felt faint. She put a hand to the bed to steady herself, found herself shocked again by its texture, and then decided it was safe enough to collapse into.
Still awake, she felt an odd pain in her head. Everything grew blurred and she grew incredibly tired for only a brief moment. Never did her hand leave her dagger.
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Shepard responds by grabbing Link's sword and impaling the green-clad character.
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Sheppard makes his best attempt to take out Link.
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Shepard lashes out at Greninja.
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Link continues his slash such that it also is aimed at Greninja.
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By the power vested in me by this reality, I create a layer of hypo-photosynthetic cells to encompass my body, allowing any attacks involving light energy to make me more powerful by converting the light energy into stored chemical energy. Then, I magnetize the approaching meteor storm in the hopes of forcing the meteors to condense to such a density as to create a black hole.
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Shepard, responding out of rage at how tirelessly the others have been targeting them, takes a shot at Greninja.
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I enter the arena, and wonder for a moment what could be going on.
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Ki'than made his way into the local bar. It was filled nearly to the brim with people of every type and race- Shy T'Kal sitting in the corner, sipping her drink, angry dwarves swearing they could take on the best if there wasnt such a big commotion, and Nagas playing dice on one table. But Ki'than spyed an unusual pair- an elf and a ztaari sitting next to each other, drinking, with the elf doing enough talking for three people. The ztaari was clearly sitting with him, but he didn't seem to be very interested in the elf's stories. Ki'than also recognized the ztaari from a few matches in the Tournament. "Perhaps them..." Ki'than whispered to himself. He approached and stood inbetween the two chairs, and talked softly, letting the noises of the bar drown out his voice for everyone but the two next to him.
"Me and another are looking for experienced fighters. You, elf, speak of adventures far and wide, and you, ztaari, you impressed me back in the Tournament. We are hoping you two would be, frankly, crazy enough to go looking for an Entity to make a Pact with." Once he had said that, he said nothing more until he got a response.
His life had not been one of physical purposes for decades - a century, perhaps, or more. He had wandered wherever he thought it best to wander. He had been free. Why would it matter if he now chose to wander with this young bug and this old elf? It would not. He would follow them, and they would protect him. Perhaps, in their lives he would find messages for his own. If they ever found this 'Entity' - well, it mattered not what they found. So long as they searched in the realms of mysticism and divine intervention, surely they would reach out to the very fabric of this reality - and in doing so, Qrin might find the Truth.
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Shepard.
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Hold up - Shepard was already safe, I believe. Between Player_Miner and my posts, there were two Shepards before there were two Kirbys.
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The doors opened with a soft hiss, their 'whir' disappearing behind the veil of the other sound. Exiting the lift brought Brent into a quiet hallway. He appreciated that he need not speak with anyone today, nor give them a friendly nod of greeting at least until the morrow. A muffled thud sounded behind one of the doors nearest to the elevator, but it did not alarm him. With care not to strain himself, he shuffled slowly towards his room. His suitcase trailed behind him, wheels churning out a pattern of squeaks.
The apartment was not so far that he tired, and he opened the door with solemnity. Lights blared too brightly when he flipped a switch; he turned them off and relied instead on a light in the bathroom which provided enough illumination in the main room that he could see his way to the bed. With a sigh, Brent sat and laid his head in his hands. Callouses scraped against thin, weathered skin.
After a moment, he stood to close the door. The hall was still empty. The lock clicked shut.