Adam walked around his bed. 'Hmm. I guess i could use some tidying up.' He got his Magical flute and played a tune. The sheets fixed themselves and the pillows fluffed themselves. 'Phew. That took quite some of my energy right there.' He breathed heavily.
Thanks man, but I don't need it anymore. I've magically healed, I think, because we're probably weakening they're defenses. If you get a wound near the Steve head and cookies I've heard that you get healed.
Adam got lost and tried to go back to the dorm. 'Man, I'm lost. Oh wait, the dorms are over there. I didn't really notice I haven't gone a long way. Hm.' He walked back to the dorm.
Ok, looks like the golden apple isn't coming. AGH. The blood's spilling out like a faucet. NO. NOO. NO. NO. NOT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN. -krzt- If anyone hears this, tell my family, my wife and children I love them. WHAT THE- My wounds are healing. This must be the power of Mojang.
Adam found Cyrus by some training grounds and decides to approach him without getting slashed to pieces. 'Hey there, Cyrus, training I see.' Adam gleefully spoke to Cyrus.
Soldier's Log-OK. The zombie pigmen must've been agrroed on me, but I hopped on a convenient minecart, I don't know how it got there, but guys, if you are hearing this, I found a safehouse on the 130th storey. Send help. Bring some cooked porkchops on the way. Probably some iron armor and arrows. Right now, ghasts have followed me but are locked outside the safehouse uselessly firing at the safehouse. I have a poptart cat with me. I guess he just followed me too. He seems to beat up waffle cats awesomely. Please meet me in a safehouse anyone. I'm badly wounded, my hunger has gone low. Send golden apples instead of cooked porkchops. -Transmission Off-
**** **** ****. HELP ME THE GHASTS ARE COMI- -ksst- Okay, they're redirected by other sounds. Guys, If you hear me, I'm on the Nether floor, which I believe is the 79th one. Please hurry. NO. NO. NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- -Transmission cutoff-
[[Ah, crap. Tell me when you guys are done with your storyline. I'm getting mindfucked right now, I'll take a break. PM me if you guys are done with that storyline.]]
[[Dammit, I have an earlier time zone than you guys and you guys post when I'm offline. The binary is awesome to translate. P.S. I have exams so I can't post for a while.]]
"Oh, I don't look like one because of the uniform." Adam replied to Damon in a smile. "And I don't really like being called goat that much." His smile melted and he kicked off the shoes in front of Damon to show the hooves. "So don't worry if I gallop a lot, I remember Cyrus telling me what a satyr is, like some friendly forest creature. But I also don't like being called something as if it came from a child's book." Adam said further. Adam galloped to look for Cyrus.
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I might join this fancy RP I might say jolly good chap. This seems like a good RP to join and--You know what, Screw the fancy talk. I still might join.
EDIT I chose not to join, I'm not enough stereotypical.
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Adam walked around his bed. 'Hmm. I guess i could use some tidying up.' He got his Magical flute and played a tune. The sheets fixed themselves and the pillows fluffed themselves. 'Phew. That took quite some of my energy right there.' He breathed heavily.
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Adam created ripples on the pond surface. 'I got nothing to do.' Adam spoke softly.
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Ok, looks like the golden apple isn't coming. AGH. The blood's spilling out like a faucet. NO. NOO. NO. NO. NOT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN. -krzt- If anyone hears this, tell my family, my wife and children I love them. WHAT THE- My wounds are healing. This must be the power of Mojang.
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"Oh, I don't look like one because of the uniform." Adam replied to Damon in a smile. "And I don't really like being called goat that much." His smile melted and he kicked off the shoes in front of Damon to show the hooves. "So don't worry if I gallop a lot, I remember Cyrus telling me what a satyr is, like some friendly forest creature. But I also don't like being called something as if it came from a child's book." Adam said further. Adam galloped to look for Cyrus.
[To guygombaa 0100100001100001011011000110011000100000010011010110111101101111011011100010000001000001011000110110000101100100011001010110110101111001001000000110100101110011001000000110000101110111011001010111001101101111011011010110010100101100001000000111010001101000011000010110111001101011011100110010000001100110011011110111001000100000011011010110000101101011011010010110111001100111001000000111010001101000011010010111001100101110 translate and enjoy.]
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EDIT I chose not to join, I'm not enough stereotypical.