Story Ideas
Hey, everyone. I know you're all expecting some stories to be updated sooner than later and I respect that, but I also have a ton of other ideas that my mind can't think straight. So, I thought you'd all like to see how my mind works, so I thought this would be a good way to show you. This will give previews of various ideas I've been having and, should one chapter get enough reviews-say 15 or so with all of them being more than just one sentence or statement and actualy try to at least ask something about the story-, then I'll start publishing it as an actual story here on FanFiction. So, enjoy.
Red VS Blue: Minecraft
Has anyone ever thought to do this before? The Reds and Blues are sucked into the world of Minecraft. Not just them, either. It'll be a different kind of Minecraft as well. And like I said earlier in the previous story idea: If I get eight good reviews (That means YOU HAVE TO ASK A QUESTION!) for a Red VS Blue story, I will publish them all with a second chapter included.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone here except for certain characters in the Minecraft world. Rest is owned by Mojang and Rooster Teeth. Also, any and all flamers and flames will be dealt with by Sarge.
Sarge: *cocks his shotgun and growls* Trolls…and Grif.
Grif: *off-screen* Hey!
Sarge: Y'all better stay outta mah chatroom!
"Fuck…" Agent Washington groaned, "My head…"
"Tucker did it!"
"Oh, fuck you!"
"Hey! He's waking up!"
Washington slowly began to get up, his eyes still closed behind his helmet. Last thing he remembered, he had accidentally unplugged something and then the sirens. Opening his eyes slowly, he gazed at a medical item as it was just ending its glowing.
"Okay. I think you're okay, now," Simmons informed as he lowered the medical item. "Wh…What happened?" Washington asked.
"Well, the bad news is that the ship broke in two and we don't know where the first half of it is," Simmons informed, "The good news is that we're alive."
"And just where are we?" Washington asked.
"Dude, this place is fucked up. Everything's blocks," Tucker informed behind Simmons.
Washington slowly began to stand up. He blinked a few times under his helmet as he gazed around. The skies were bright and there was a gentle breeze in the air. However, that's where normalcy ended. They were in a forest, that much he could tell, but the trees were all made of four corners, not round. Even the leaves were in the shapes of blocks. And…was that cow square too?!
"What the hell?" Washington raised a brow.
"That's not the only weird thing," Simmons pointed out, "Watch this."
He walked over to one of the trees and began to punch it. Washington watched as cracks appeared in a 'block' of the three until that 'block' turned into a tiny version of itself big enough for Simmons to fit into the palm of his hand.
"The fuck?!" Wash exclaimed.
"Carolina and Church are looking around the area, trying to find a source of civilization," Simmons added.
"Okay. Wait. Where's Caboose?" Wash looked around before hearing a series of barks.
"Agent Washingtub! Agent Washingtub!"
"Speak of the Devil," Simmons joked as Caboose ran over.
"I found puppies!" Caboose cheered.
"…What?"
"I gave them the bones from our dinner last night and they all grew collars and started following me!" Caboose beamed as a set of five wolves wearing blue collars ran over, panting happily, "See? Their names are Fluffy, Fuzzy, Cuddles, Puffy, and Bob."
"…Bob?" Simmons repeated.
"Yeah," Caboose replied with a sigh, "She didn't like 'Freckles.'"
The wolf in a lightish-blue collar growled at that name. She began to pant happily as Caboose began to happily pet her head along with the other five wolves.
"Who're good puppies? You're good puppies!" Caboose cooed.
"Dammit, Caboose! We can't keep those things!" Tucker groaned.
"Why not?" Caboose asked.
"For one, we don't have any more bones," Simmons pointed out, "Two, we don't have any food around here."
"Why don't you hit the leaves like I did?" Caboose asked.
"Wait, what?" Grif asked.
"See?" Caboose asked as he ran over to a tree and hit one of the blocks of leaves, causing the leaves to vanish completely, but an apple floated down into his hands, "Apple."
"…" Grif was immediately hitting as many blocks of leaves as he could, "No. No. No. The fuck? Is this a sapling? No. No. Another sapling. No. No. No. No. YES! Oh, sweet golden delicious. How I missed you so."
"Disgusting," Simmons shook his head as Grif began to quickly eat the apple.
"Well, at least we can grow any trees that we take," Washington noted as he picked up the saplings, his eyes blinking a few times when he saw that they seemed to fuse into a single sapling with an 'X' and a number in the bottom right corner, "Okaaaay…This is weird."
"Yeah. It seems that the items in this world act like that," Simmons noted, ignoring Grif as he continued to mow down the trees of their leaves for more food, "But I also found something interesting." He punched at the ground with the hand holding the block of wood and it appeared at its original size at the spot Simmons punched at, "See? And it seems that if you think about a 3X3 grid with the block of wood in the middle of the grid, it changes to four wooden blocks."
"Huh?" Washington pondered before Simmons broke the block once more before four wooden blocks were quickly place by him, "Whoa."
"We're going to use these to build a base," Simmons informed, "It's getting dark soon, judging by the sun's position in the sky."
"Okay," Washington nodded, "Wait. Where's Sarge?"
"He went out hunting," Simmons informed as Sarge ran up.
"Hey! Ah jest killed a cow and all it gave me was this leather and a piece of beef," Sarge complained as he showed the items, "What is wrong with this world? When y'all kill a cow, you get all of it! Not jest…jest…this!"
"Are you crying?" Grif asked, pausing in his apple gathering.
"Of course not, dirtbag!" Sarge snapped at him.
"It's still big. More than enough to split into two meals. Maybe more since it seems you've gotten more than one piece of meat from that cow," Washington noted, "Were there anymore of these cows?"
"Yeah," Sarge sighed, "But don't expect anythin' more than what Ah got."
"Great," Washington nodded before Simmons screamed.
"What happened?" Grif asked as they turned to Simmons, who was now standing before a cube with tools printed on the sides and a three by three grid on the top.
"I…I just put some of the wooden blocks I made from one of the stumps together and they made this!" Simmons informed before the grid glowed and displayed a map of sorts, "And this happened!"
"Let me see it," Tucker noted as he walked over and began to look over it all, "Wow. There's a lot of stuff we can make with this."
"Any Warthogs?" Sarge asked.
"M…No," Tucker replied, "But we can make some tools with this and maybe build a base or two if we get enough of these blocks."
"Hot damn!" Sarge beamed as he pushed Tucker and Simmons out of the way, "Now where's the red blocks here?"
"Aw, dude! Come on!" Tucker groaned as he and Simmons got up.
"Let's just work on cutting down some trees. I was able to see the recipe for making another of those workbenches," Simmons informed.
"Okay! Time to cut down some trees," Tucker smirked as he summoned his sword and began to cut at the trees, creating their blocks.
"Hey!" Grif snapped as he ran over, "Don't cut down the trees with leaves! I haven't looked for their apples yet." He pointed at the poles made of wood, "Use those. I took out all their leaves and got a lot of apples and these saplings. You think I can get some maple syrup from them? Maybe some pancake mix?"
"I didn't see anything on the board for that," Tucker noted before he made a workbench as well and brought up the food, "Nope. No pancakes. But they have cake."
"Cake?!" Grif exclaimed, "What do we need?"
"Milk, sugar, and eggs," Tucker replied, "And you need a bucket to get it."
"What?!" Grif exclaimed.
"Yeah. Apparently, you need some iron to make the bucket," Tucker added.
"Where do I get some?" Grif asked.
"Bow chicka bow wow."
"Wow. Haven't heard you say that in a while," Grif pointed out, "But seriously, where do I get the iron? I want cake!"
"Well, there's also cookies," Simmons noted, "We just need cocoa beans and wheat."
"Help!" Caboose shouted.
"Caboose?" Washington pondered as he turned from the scene to see a square hole the five wolves were circling, whining a bit in concern.
"I am down here!" Caboose called, "And it won't let me climb up the sides!"
"How did you do this?" Washington asked.
"Sarge gave me a shovel he made from that box thingy and told me to dig the ground to a base!" Caboose replied.
"Wow. That's kinda deep," Grif noted as he looked down, "Probably seven chunks deep."
"Chunks?" Wash repeated.
"What. I think it's a good measurement for these blocks," Grif pointed out.
"Can it, dirtbag," Sarge ordered before shouting into the hole, "Try digging into th' sides!"
"Okay!" Caboose replied, "Oh no! My shovel broke."
"Here's another one!" Sarge called as he tossed one down, "Damn it!"
"What?" Simmons asked.
"Ah can't throw mah stuff at th' Blues," Sarge replied, "They jest shrink down and get all lightweight and harmless."
"I still think you're doing a fine job, sir."
"Shut up, Simmons. Ah'm too sad ta be cheered up right now," Sarge sighed before Caboose finally got up to the top.
"I made it!" Caboose cheered before holding up a black thing, "And look what I found! Is it a potato?"
"Hot damn! It's coal! Diesel! Fuel!" Sarge cheered.
"Caboose, is there more down there?" Simmons asked.
"Uh-huh!" Caboose nodded, "I found a cave!"
"You did? Whoo!" Sarge whooped before he ran down the path Caboose made, "Diesel for all! But none for Grif!"
"Whatever," Grif got out from his full mouth before he began to lay out blocks of wood made from a tree trunk block, "I'll build a base."
"Hold on, Grif. I'll make some doors," Simmons offered.
"Can we make a house for the puppies, too?" Caboose asked.
Anyways, leave those reviews and if I get 15 (8 if it's a story involving Red VS Blue), then this becomes an actual story. AND I MEAN MORE THAN ONE SENTENCE ABOUT LIKING THE STORY AND/OR WANTING ME TO WRITE MORE! I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THIS! I WANT A GOOD REVIEW, DANG IT, WITH QUESTIONS AND QUERIES AND ALL THE STUFF LIKE THAT! *calms down* And to stop this question: the majority of the stories involving RvB are between Seasons 10 and 11.