mobtalker story Ender Gang
In this city you do what you gave to do, If you're a mob that is...
(note when i put (insert launguage here) it means that it is LIKE that launguage but is not an exact remake.)
Chapter 1: Welcome to the shit hole of the world!
"Ander, we have to go!" I almost shouted as her, not becuase I was angry, but becuase I need her to be strong, she has to be strong, becuase if she isn't then I'm not. "I know, but I don't wan't to leave the village I've lived in my entire life!" I was a human, Ander was a enderman, but we were raised together. When I was a baby my village was raided and her parents took me in. We always knew that we wern't related, I was obviously a human so they didn't try to make us think that we were siblings.
"I know, It hurts me too, but we have to prove that we're innocent before we can live here peacefuly again." And now we had been framed for a murder we didn't commit. "I have a freind that can get us protection once were in the city." I grabbed her wrist as I ran through the field following my crude map that had been scribbiled hastely. "It's cupa isn't it?" Cupa's brother was the leader of the Creeper gang (C gang) in the city of Gudhash. "Yep." I had been in a few fights but an entire gang was something different, the Ghast Gang was an enemy gang of the creeper and enderman gang and were known for attacking humans and random mobs on sight. "Yes, it is, but right now we need to get there, Ok?" I noded, yaking in heavy breaths in between my words as I ran. "Ok..." was all she said.
After a while we had made it to the city entrance, I learned to speak human (English) from the books and such from the old books in the village's library. I was pretty good at it but I was used to speaking Enderman (Russian). I had been taught ro teleport by the old monks that lived near me, I'm not sure how but I can, the monks said that I must be part enderman. But however I did it, it was very usefull. We teleprted on top of the walls and then off into the city. It was late st night but the city was still huming with activity. Me and Ander crashed behind a store before we could get close to where we are supposed to meet Cupa towmorrow.
The next day we got up and bolted towards the place we were supposed to meet her. She said it would look like a large warehouse with some broken windows. I spotted it about a block down, well that was easy. We reached the door and opened it. Inside multiple creepers were standing around a table playing cards, they looked at us, then the flipped the table and pulled guns on us, one, two, three shots, the floated in an aura of purple. Thats something else that I learned to do endmorph the bullets dropped to the ground as I searched for the words in my extreemly limited amount of vocabolary in creeper (spanish) that Cupa had taught me "Umm''' Is Cupa here?" Just as I said, almost on que Cupa comes rushing through a door way yelling "Don't shoot them!" She looked at me. then to the ground, she saw the bullets. she sighed a sigh of relief. One of the men (probably her brother) spoke up "Cupa, who are these chumanos?" (chumanos is slang for endermen used by creepers)She responded quickly "That is the human that saved me and his adoptive sister I guess you would say."
The creeper looked over at me, inspeted me and then walked up to me shook (its not really a shake but more of a slap) my hand and gave me a quick hug. "If you saved my sister then your my freind of mine." I responded with "Thank you, you could repay me with some Tralios (a creeper dish made with ground beef and garlic wraped in a flour tortilla covered in cheese) "I would but with the way she eats I would be broke afterwards." He responded half laughing "Preach!" I personally knew how much she could eat, and we wern't exgagerating either. "I knew you two would like each other..." Cupa said quittly, almost a whisper. "
Her brother turned to me and said "My name is Rijulo, and welcome to the shit hole of the world!"
End chapter 1
Note: please tell me what things I should improve apom, I am trying to improve my writing