Welcome!
Sooooo . . .
By the title of the chap, there is some serious business to be had *serious face*.
Lost Trousers are (kinda unfortunetly) very frequent. About (dunno) people lose their trousers every day.
Thats about (dunno) people every (dunno. dunno) second.
*end of public service announcement*
ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, and the plot. Gosh, I feel so poor. . . NOTCH, PLEASE SHARE (or Jeb, whatever)!
~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness
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OMNISCENT NARRATOR
FOR A SECOND, ALL ANYONE COULD SEE IN THE TP CHAMBER WAS A FACE-FULL OF DIRT.
"Whoops. Sorry, guys. Wrong button." Duncan's voice rang from the intercom.
Simon spat out the pixely brown dust. "G'job, Duncan." he said sarcastically.
"Okay, guys. Put on your Skypes."
"Your whats?" Kyle asked.
"Here," Mario said ", I'll show you." she flicked her index in front of her, an imaginary line going downwards, and a what looked like a red-glass laptop monitor and
and keyboard appeared in floating front of her. "Sooo. . .," she used her translucent mouse to go to her start menu, and she clicked the blue icon that said 'Skype'.
", do what I just did."
Nathan repeated Mario's movement, and a shadowy rectangle that looked like it was composed of storm clouds hovered in the air. "How come we can't do that IRL?"
he muttered as he clicked the blue icon.
"Seriously." They all turned to see Marrow and her rainbowy-light screen. "You'd think I was a five-year-old."
Luna studied her sparkly monitor, and decided it was okay.
When they had all clicked their Skypes, a mic-and-headphones headset conjured itself to fit on their faces.
"Now, even if you die, unless you take off your Skype, this'll be on permanently." Even though Amy was all the way across the room, Mark heard her like she was
right next to him.
"What if other *cough* unwanted *cough* people get into the range?" Natalie asked, willing metalic-gray screen to disappear.
"Don't worry, our friend Sjin is monitoring the air, we'll be fine."
"Ready, guys?" Duncan said.
"Yerp." said Martyn LittleWood.
"Uh . . . I think this is the right one." There was a sharp click.
In front of everyone in the small, white room, the words:
Downloading Terrain
Loading
. . .
flashed before them.
Suddenly everyone was swept off to another server, a simulation server, the one called: Epsilon.
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On the Blue team, the players:
inthelittlewood, Martyn, LikeTotalyToby, Kyle, Honeydew, Nyla, Xephos, Nathan, Skylord_Amy, and Luna literally dropped from the sky, into the iron walled room.
They looked around to see an iron walled room lined with chests. Apon opening, the chests were filled with armour, weapons, blocks, and cookies with milk.
In the Red team's spawn,
Purple_Pengiun89, Marro, Xephos, Nathan, LividCoffee, Mark, xXSUPERIORMARIOXx, Aria, Skylord_Saphire, and Natalie found themselves teleported to the white
room that served as base. They opened the chests to find supplies.
On the very corner of IRL Martyn's vision, just readable, blending in with the white walls, was the text:
MAP: RACE FOR VICTORY.
OBJECTIVE: KILL.
"'Kill'?" Nyla whispered.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Lewis equipped his iron sword, "This is a simulation, so we can't feel pain, and if we do, we respawn back here."
"How do we know if we're about to 'die'." Aria asked.
"You see those hearts, right under your vision?"
Aria stared ahead, seeing the ten pixellated crimson red hearts in front of her, and the ten little pixel chicken wings.
Wait. Chicken wings?
Under that were nine grey boxes, all seemed to be encasing the items that she had taken form the chest.
"When you get hurt, those hearts go down. When you start seeing these little chicken bits go down, you should eat something."
"And the boxes?"
"That holds your stuff, so you can carry more than normal. This stuff is only outside of protected zones."
Saphire was stood next to a water-portal, "Coming? Those Blue's are just waiting to get pwned." She stepped through and disappeared.
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Mark had no idea where to go or what do, so he followed Livid.
"Sooo . . . we just go over there . . . and kill them." It wasn't even a question.
"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a bit harsh." Duncan nimbly dodged a wall of cobwebs blocking the half-circle path, leaving Mark to struggle through the
string.
Over on the other circle, the figures of Amy and MC Martyn started firing arrows at our side.
Duncan stopped and backtracked to pull Mark free. "C'mon, the battle's up ahead."
They sprinted all the way to the ladder, losing about five hunger bits.
Livid stopped him as he was about to climb. "Equip your bow, and get ready for a shooting match. How's your shot?"
The Minecraftian was surprised when the IRLer grinned. In the time that Mark had been here, he hadn't done as much as smile.
"Excellent."
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Purpl was having trouble with trying to kill Toby.
"Argh! I'd rather go over there and melee you to death!" She fired another round of arrows.
"Well, come try!" he taunted over Skype. Purpl could faintly see him waving his bow around on the other bridge.
Purpl fumed silently.
Saphire came over from killing at least five Blue's, and studied her predicament. "Lemme take care of that." She drew her bow, and fired when it was full charged.
The arrow flew over the boundary, straight to the bridge, and into Toby's knee.
Purpl gasped. "You didn't."
The Skylord smiled smugly. "I did."
"I can't belive you did that." They burst out laughing at the sight of Toby running around all panicky.
"Did what?"
Purpl jumped, and stopped laughing. Duncan.
"Uh. . . Toby took an arrow to the knee." she said hastily.
Saphire noticed what was going on, and slowly - and self-consciously - walked off.
"Oh, really?" he laughed. It was kinda awkward because Purpl wasn't laughing. No one was.
"Uh. Ha, ha. Yeah. . ." she ducked her head and continued firing arrows.
Mark noticed that Duncan looked a bit hurt by Purpl's response. He wondered what was going on between them.
Duncan solemnly moved to another hole to shoot.
"Uh, what just happened?" Mark moved to a hole next to him.
"Nothing." Duncan mumbled.
"Nothing." was right.
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Amy and Honeydew moved stealthily to a half-made bridge.
"Okay, You finish this, and I'll cover you."
"Okay. If any arrows come, you're warning me. I don't want to fall to the bottomless pit. Of doom." Simon added.
"Yeah, yeah. I got it."
The dwarf started scaffolding to the other side. No one had noticed them. Yet.
Amy started to come up with a brilliant, smashing plan.
She observed how the ladder was the only way up and down from the bridge. If she ladder-camped, they'd be stuck up there, and focused on her. If her team-mates
could build a bridge to the other side . . .
Simon had finished the bridge. She carefully climbed over, equipping her sword.
She crouched her way to the ladder. No point giving yourself away. She saw Purpl fire an arrow, miss, then - frustrated - stomped to the ladder and took out her
sword. Amy smirked. How weird it was to plan to virtually murder her best friend.
Amy tried to silently climb the ladder, but the sounds were too loud. Purpl spotted her. "Amy!" she climbed down, sword at the ready.
"'Sup, Purpl!?" Amy grinned.
Purpl climbed down the second ladder until they were level with each other. "You seriously came across alone? That's suicide."
"Not when you have a plan." Amy hefted her iron sword. "No hard feelings, friend, but I gotta kill you now."
Amy thrust her sword and Purpl blocked. They both had sword skills, and they had been trained in melee together by Lewis. They'd also been travel partners ever
since the first week they'd spawned. They were evenly matched. But Amy had the advantage. She was a Hardcore Parkourist. Purpl had strength's too, like PvP
and Ore Dousing, but Amy was better at hanging on to things. They both thrust at the same time, only succeeding to knock each other off the ladder to the hard fall
below.
At the last second, Amy grabbed the ladder. Purpl wasn't so lucky. She hit the ground from forty-five blocks, taking out all ten hearts. Dead.
Oh, yeah. She respawned, mad, at the Red spawn.
"Flippin' heck, Amy!" she yelled into the mic.
Back at the ladder, Amy snickered. "G'job, Purpl." she looked around at Purpl's stuff, and grabbed her armour, and laughed at her discovery, "Purpl . . . I picked up
most of your armour, but. . . your trousers are missing. . ."
All conversation on Skype faltered. Then, MC Martyn spoke up. "Lost . . . trousers?"
"Yup." Amy contributed.
"Everybody search for Purpl's trousers!" Simon chimed in.
"What?!" Purpl said.
"#findtrousers!" Toby yelled in revenge.
The occupants of the server exploded laughing, making all conversation on Skype inaudible.
"Ahh! Wall of Noise!" MC Martyn was then seized by bad memories.
"Burn the witch!" Toby yelled. "He turned me into a newt!"
"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!" Saphire yelled. "Ten minutes is up, anyway! Time to switch servers. MineZ time."
On cue, Duncan took a remote out of his lab coat, and tp'd all of them all across the deadly world of MineZ, making sure their spawn's were far from each other.
My chap's are getting longer . . .
And, btw, that lost trousers thing really did happen to me. On MC of course!
Oh yeah, speaking of MC:
POISONOUS PO-TAT-OS!
CYA!