Hmm, seems cool. You're the guy that came up with Mazeworld, Right? I love that thread, and I hope to see more good ideas from you. However, clicking excessively doesn't seem very Minecraft-y. Maybe you should have to click W and S alternating on your key-board really fast, to make it seem like your pulling a lever back and forth.
((I'm back! Theater rehearsals suck, especially because they're usually five to six hours long))
"Um, Hello? Anyone listening?" Amanda asked impatiently. "Where are we going in the car, and why do we have to get the trailer? As I said, we probably won't need it," Amanda said. She was tired of having all of her questions unanswered. And to make matter worse, it seemed like everyone thought she was just a little kid; but she wasn't. She was just as tough as everyone there, and she could take care of herself. She wished that she looked tougher. No one seems to take a short blonde with big blue eyes seriously. And seeing everyone that she loved die, right in front of her eyes, sure as heck toughened her up. No way she was just a kid.
((since no one is saying what has happened with the people in the car, I'll start us off))
"So where is this trailer anyways? And do we really need it?" Amanda asked. "Having that extra weight could slow us down, and burn up our gas. I say we just let Zeke sit in the trunk." Amanda said.
((EDIT: Sorry guys, I was writing this post when Neil posted. Does it still sort of fit?))
((I have to go now. I'll be back in six hours))
Amanda sighed happily. The whole point of her outburst was to make the others feel sorry for Zeke and have them save him. She wasn't sure if that was actually what had made Reagan save him, but Amanda was just glad that they hadn't lost a member of the group; even if that member was traitorous scum. But still, every human life meant something. Everyone had a purpose in the grand scheme of things.
Amanda got out of the car briefly and shouted angrily at the man walking away. "I hope the green things blow you up, you traitor! If you're deserting us, you're practically committing suicide. No one can last for long out in the open!" After that, she calmly stepped back into the car and settled herself at Reagan's feet.
"Um, what's a creeper?" She asked cautiously. "And what do you mean by a 'cockroach-man'? Don't tell me that a cockroach mutated that much," she said exasperatedly. But she was actually scared. If the virus was that bad, how had they survived? How could they survive any longer?
"Wow, so I only got here a day later than all of you. What did I miss?" Amanda asked. Hopefully they hadn't gotten into too much trouble. If that Paul guy wouldn't hesitate to shoot one of the group with an arrow, and if that 'dirtbag' had tried to jack the car, what sort of people was she with? She thought all of this as she started climbing into the footwell of the backseat.
"Thanks," Amanda said sincerely. It was the first thing someone had done for her since she had met these people. She slid on the shirt over her bare shoulders. Aah, that's better she thought to herself. "So what's you're name?" She asked the young woman that had given her the shirt.
"Does anyone have extra clothes? 'Cause this little satin dress isn't really optimal for an apocalypse, and I feel really over-dressed," Amanda asked. It was true; this green number she was wearing, with its tight strapless bodice and ultra-short skirt made her feel uncomfortable. Her idea of a good outfit was her paint-stained jeans with a plain green shirt. Her best friend, Becky had made her buy it back before. . . . .This. She quickly suppressed the memory, but the memory of everyone dying still fought its way up into her brain.
"Nice to meet you Sarge. I'm Amanda. And as for the whole six-seater car thing, I'd be fine with sitting in a footwell. I remember this one time that my whole dance class carpooled to the recital in my mom's minivan, and fitting eight people in this car will be a lot more comfortable than forcing 15 screaming little girls into a car. So why are we in a rush to get somewhere? I haven't been bothered with too many of those beast things here, and it's really safe in the dance studio I was camped out in. There was even a little store underneath it where I got all my supplies. We could go back there if you need somewhere safe and. . . . . Sorry, I tend to rant a lot." Dang it. Amanda always ranted on and on and on, and that was the only thing she really hated about herself. That, and the fact that she always showed her feelings on her sleeve.
"Okay, what the heck is going on here?!?!?" Amanda shouted. "First you shoot another human, and then you all start arguing! If we're ever gonna survive, we have to work together!" Amanda was utterly confused as to why they just shot the guy. She was raised in a very peaceful household, and for the past months she hadn't felt like herself; with all the fighting these weird mutated beasts. "Okay, I need some introductions now. So how many are there of you? And do you know if there are there any other humans?" She paused, waiting for an answer.
"Do you know if any other people have survived?" Amanda asked Leon. Amanda hadn't seen another human since the outbreak, and she had been craving human interaction since her father. . . . . No. She didn't want to think about what had happened to her family, her friends, everyone she had ever known. But now this Leon guy, with his freaky guitar weapon, was here. And it sounded like someone else was alive, or recently deceased, based on the screams.
Amanda woke up to a man screaming. She could usually sleep through anything, but this was different. Just as she heard a man yell "Help!" she grabbed her pocket knife and snuck outside through the back door. A mutated wolf was staring down a man holding a fallen branch. She snuck around the back of the wolf, and jumped up onto its back. It bucked her off, and she jumped on again before plunging her knife straight into its heart. It let out a final whimper before it dropped to the road, dead. She had gotten several scrapes from the wrestle, and it felt like her arm might be sprained again. She jumped off the carcass, wiping off her blade, and introduced herself to the man. "Hey. I'm Amanda. Who're you?"
((Sorry guys, I live in a really inconvenient time-zone, and it's the middle of the night for me when you guys are all on))
((Oh yeah, and I know that I said pocket knife in my application, but I was actually thinking of a pretty big switch-blade))
((and feel free to have the beast jump up and attack us, Feokris))
Herobrine was in Minecraft, but he was taken out for 1.7. Notch posted this on The Word of Notch on June 30th in a list of the new features of 1.7.
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"Um, Hello? Anyone listening?" Amanda asked impatiently. "Where are we going in the car, and why do we have to get the trailer? As I said, we probably won't need it," Amanda said. She was tired of having all of her questions unanswered. And to make matter worse, it seemed like everyone thought she was just a little kid; but she wasn't. She was just as tough as everyone there, and she could take care of herself. She wished that she looked tougher. No one seems to take a short blonde with big blue eyes seriously. And seeing everyone that she loved die, right in front of her eyes, sure as heck toughened her up. No way she was just a kid.
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((since no one is saying what has happened with the people in the car, I'll start us off))"So where is this trailer anyways? And do we really need it?" Amanda asked. "Having that extra weight could slow us down, and burn up our gas. I say we just let Zeke sit in the trunk." Amanda said.
((EDIT: Sorry guys, I was writing this post when Neil posted. Does it still sort of fit?))
((I have to go now. I'll be back in six hours))
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((Sorry guys, I live in a really inconvenient time-zone, and it's the middle of the night for me when you guys are all on))
((Oh yeah, and I know that I said pocket knife in my application, but I was actually thinking of a pretty big switch-blade))
((and feel free to have the beast jump up and attack us, Feokris))
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Go look yourself if you don't believe me.