Anyone ever heard of something called REVIEWING? Sorry, I'm being so blurgh-a-blargh, I'm kinda irritated today. And a bit sick.

So, If you have any other fav YouTube stars, just tell me, and I'll try to add them in. Here's the list of YouTube MC ppl who I'm already making plans

for in the story:

Xephos (Yogscast)

Honeydew (Yogscast)

inthelittlewood (Yogtowers)

LikeTotalyToby

J3ZA (TAG)

whitelight (TAG)

CaptianSparkles

Sips (Yogscast)

Sjin (Yogscast)

Tell me in your reviews if you want me to add more, and give me your idea on how I can incorporate them in!

ON WITH THE STORY!

(Oh, yeah! Also make sure you watch inthelittlewood Tekkit!)

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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OMNISCIENT NARRATOR

AMY LED THEM UP TO THE LIGHT BLUE LEVEL, THE MEETING ROOM.

"This particular level used to be empty, along with the floor below us, the Orange level, until we were forced to turn it into an official Meeting Room." she explained

without anyone asking the question.

The Meeting Room looked like all the other levels, except the pale blue lighting was the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. In the center of the room, a large

square wooden table with small wood chairs around it covered a great deal of the space. In the corners, small chests creaked open and closed eerily by themselves.

Purpl sat down beside a buff-looking man with a red-orange beard and a viking helmet. He looked about thirty. His name tag read: Honeydew.

"How's today been, Purpl?" he asked her rough in a British accent.

"Explosive," she answered simply.

"The way you like it, huh?" the bearded man laughed, "Is Duncan treating you alright?"

Purpl looked down at the table and blushed. She said nothing.

"Sup, Simon." Amy greeted him, "Look at these guys," she pointed at the demigods, "I told you it'd work!"

"Well, bugger me it did!" Simon looked each one up and down, "You said there was one like me. Which one?"

Amy snickered, "You're gonna love this. The youngest one." she pointed at Nyla

"Offended," Nyla grumbled, wishing she had her bat.

"Wow! She looks like a younger girl version of me."

"I don't know whether to say 'thank you' or . . ." Nyla shook her head, "Nevermind."

"Anyway," Amy said, "Where's Lewis?"

"I dunno. You can never tell with that lad anyway." Simon snickered, "Remember when he was late for the last meeting."

Purpl looked up and smiled, "Saphire chewed him out good."

All the Minecraftians burst out in laughter.

Natalie noticed Nathan staring at Honeydew in horror. "Oh . . . great." she muttered, "Hey, can I borrow Nathan?"

"Yeah. Just don't be too long." Kyle grinned.

"Just. Shut. Up." Natalie grabbed Nathan's arm and pulled him to a corner.

"It's . . . it's . . ." he stammered, eyes still fixed on Simon.

"Yeah, it's a dwarf." Natalie agreed dully.

"I- ha-hate dwarves!" Nathan said loud enough for a few Minecraftians passing by to hear.

"Shhh!" Natalie hissed, "I don't get why you're so afraid of the things." Natalie got an idea, "What else is there: hobbits, elves, leprechauns?" she teased.

With each word Nathan cringed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

At this point, Aria started to notice yelling from her friends in the corner. She turned to see Nathan curled into a shivering ball, and Natalie coming over with a smirk.

"Is it your mission to make his life suck as much as possible?" Aria smiled.

"In a way." Natalie answered simply.

While the she and Nathan had been gone, two new Minecraftians had joined them. The first was a boy around nineteen, with blonde hair and a black headband, with a

green t-shirt that had a darker green swirl design on it, blue shorts, and sandals. He had a sheathed emerald sword. Above him said: inthelittlewood.

"I like your hoodie, Martyn. Greens a good color." he was saying. He had a sort've high-pitched British accent, "Wow, that sounds so weird, saying my own name."

"You say it all the time in your blog," Purpl said wryly ", and he is ,in fact, you."

"I know, I know."

The other Minecraftian, also a boy, same age. He had a gray hoodie, and blue jeans, messy brown hair, and black eyes. He was polishing a sapphire sword. He was

called: LikeTotalyToby.

"Derek took a real beating in that last battle." he said sympathetically.

"I can't belive you're still calling your sword that." inthelittlewood said.

"Like Gretel is a better name." Toby countered.

"At least it makes sense! Green = Gretel, blue = Derek? Derek is for . . ." MC Martyn struggled for a color that started with 'D', " . . . Derp! It's for derp."

Toby was unconvinced. "And what does 'derp' look like, may I ask?"

"Uh . . . you know that color between red and white?"

"That's pink."

"Oh, nevermind." inthelittlewood grumbled, "I am havin' a giraffe."

Then, down from the chute, a guy came flying in and made a crash-laning right next to Honeydew, who was having a conversation with Purpl, making them both

jump.

"Lewis! You could've just tp'd to me, instead to trying to squash me into a dwarf pancake!"

"Sorry." Lewis said hoarsely, "My flying ring gliched out."

Kyle gasped. "Hey! The guy from Star Trek!"

He was right, Lewis looked just like William Riker, about thirty. As he got up and brushed himself off, the name Xephos bobbed above his head.

Luna raised an eyebrow,"You watch Star Trek?"

"When there's nothing good on TV."

"Okay," said Amy, "where's Nathan? Xephos is him."

"I think that's him. In the corner." Marrow pointed at a dercipt looking boy at the far end of the room.

"Oh, I'll get him" Aria walked off."

Purpl sighed and put her head down, "I hope this meeting is worth my time. Right now I could be shooting flaming arrows at chickens."

/~*~\

"Okay, people, quiet down." Saphire called around the room, "This is an official meeting. You probably want to hear what's said."

The room's loud roar of talk quieted down to whispers.

"Amy." Saphire gestured for her to take control of the room.

"To business," Amy looked more composed than the demigods have ever seen her, "the situation has been getting out of hand. Communications are down, and the

outside world is too laggy to venture out into without proper FPS control training."

Unsatisfied murmurs filled the room.

A boy with black hair, glasses, and chestnut skin raised his hand. His name was J3ZA, "What about the railway system that Sips Co. has expanded?" he said in a

British accent.

"That's out of the question. With them roaming around in it, it's too unsafe." Amy said 'them' with such loathing, Marrow wondered what could provoke it.

Purpl raised her hand. "I think our new demigod friends have not been added into the stream of information." she looked at Marrow, "What do you and your friends

want to know first?"

The nine demigods turned to each other to decide:

"I say we ask about Minecraftia."

"Thats unimportant right now."

"How about asking why they keep saying we're them?"

"Good enough."

They broke their huddle as Marrow said, "Why do you keep saying we're you?"

Heads turned to Amy. "Well, a few days ago . . . I had a dream vision."

"A what?" Martyn asked.

"A dream vision. Quite common. Little bits of helpful advice that you give yourself." ,Amy sounded wistful, "This particular vision was very odd. Let me explain . . . :

Faces flashed by, some unfamilliar some that she sees everyday. Seemingly at random.

Then, like a picture book, the pictures paired up with one another, going down in a parallel line.

With each pair, she saw something alike:

same personaities,

looks,

attributes,

feelings,

names,

ambitions.

Then, the faces spread out, makning a bigger picture,

one that will help

in the coming war."

As you guys can tell, I like writing in this perspective.

I wil also write in the ppl's POV's, but for not, this seems fitting.

Cya!

Reviews will answer more questions!