Will of Iron
AN: This is my first story ever, so tell me what I did wright (pun intended) and wrong also, I will try my best to update soon. If you want to be part of my story, then leave MC username, call-by name, quick description of appearance and skills (don't forget weaknesses) and what faction you would like to be in (Sky, Yogscast, Tobygames, etc.) and I will try to work you in, but up to a point, there can only be so many characters. I DO NOT own Minecraft, the Yogscast, etc., in fact all I own is my name, skin, and plot.
In the past, long ago
Falling rain that never slowed,
Fire lit the sky,
Not a soul knew why,
Spin around, leap and bound,
Dance! For heaven crashes down,
Sing we, the Song of Storms.
We are strong, for we can dig!
At least that's what I thought.
Hey, my name is The12GageKid, but my friends call me Gage, I live in Vault 301, a vault that is of my own design, and this is my story.
First off, let's get you up to date. I think a flashback is in order.
"Sir, the fourth wall is up, watch what you say, they might hear."
"Of course, when did it go up?"
"Sometime after the title..."
"Alright, you may leave, don't let me detain you."
"Yessir"
Alright, back to the introduction.
(ahem) I was a kid like you once, playing Minecraft. It was a normal game, I spawned in a forest biome, if I recall correctly. I noticed that I could feel the grass, but I passed it off as my fan blowing at me. I went about my business, then I punched a tree, oh that fateful tree... when I punched it, it actually hurt. I thought that strange, and me being the logical fellow I am, looked down at my hands. They were blocks! Can you belive it, blocks! I then proceeded to scream my head off for the next hour. I stopped, panting, then went to work on finding a village. I realized that if I were to survive, I needed help.
Good thing I'm on a server. Or I'd never find a helpful force in this world.
This I thought to myself as I walked to the village that I knew was there.
"You dropped this." said a red-bearded dwarf.
"Looks important." the spaceman next to him added, handing over what seemed to be a keyboard.
"Thank you... wait. Are you the Yogscast!" I asked, almost exploding like a creeper from exitement.
"Do dwarves mine?" answered Simon.
"Have you seen any other legends?" I questioned.
"No, as a matter of fact." Answered Lewis.
"Well then, let's try this." I said deftly pressing the button marked '/list' and was shown a list of players.
"First of all, we are not alone, as much a cloud in a thunder storm." I announced. "Secondly this keyboard is a command board, but lacks some commands."
And I think I will end our story here, come back for the rest of the story.