Minecraft: Myth of Brine (Started / Accepting)

[Headmaster Monokuma]

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IC: The day was just starting, although it was fairly obvious. The entire world forest seemed to go on for miles, although a mountain range could be seen far back. A small group of people walked around, taking in the surroundings. A young man with the name of Saint Dane stepped forward, speaking just loud enough to be heard. “Well, it’s more then obvious where we are.” He held up a block of wood and continued. “This proves it. I punched the tree, and I got this. Minecraft. I don’t know why, or how for that matter, but we can’t just stand here. If this is Minecraft, we need a shelter before dusk. Creepers will appear, we can be sure of that. Now, what should we do first? Maybe we shou-”

He was cut off by a giant spider that jumped off of a nearby tree, and jumped slightly. The spider looked around, and quickly scurried around the group, not attacking or even acting threatening. “Okay, that could have been bad, but it was only a spider.” He walked away from the group to the tree the spider had jumped from. He took the block of wood he had and smacked it against the tree a few times, and felt the piece of wood fall into his pocket. When he reached into it, he felt it was much deeper then they had been. “Well, there’s the next change. We have the inventory from Minecraft, right in our pockets...”

[Alexis Rhodes]

Donald watched as Saint Dane as he came back to the group with a piece of wood in his hand , all Donald could see for miles was forest and more forest except from the odd mountain in the distance covered in snow. Suddenly a spider jumped into the group looking at each and every one of them seperatly, Donald was shocked and didnt know what to say so moved away to the back of the group.

As the spider settled down Donald watched as Saint Dane somehow made the wood go into his pocket , "I wonder if I can do that" Donald said. He walked over to the nearest tree and started hacking away....

[Legokun]

"Everything's a block, spiders the size of Toronto, The chance of a creeper, yeah I'd say this is Minecraft. Well, may as well start punching trees to death." Kieth walked to the nearest tree he could find, and punched away. "OWOWOWOWOW!" He cried, as trees are more solid then they look. Maybe punching trees isn't a good pastime, but he continued anyway. "Let's see, 16 Logs, 1 sore hand, and a lot of leaves just, floating there. Wow Minecraft has issues." He said as he was wrapping some leaves around his injured hand. Looking around, he wanders around, looking for Coal and stone for Torches and Stone tools, as it will be getting dark soon, and getting blown up by a creeper doesn't sound like a fun thing to do.

[Nexev]

Rip looked at the sky, just staring at it. When did the heavens get so blue? It was always white in his life. He looked under, when did it get so green? Rip stated to laugh, cause this world was just so much more beautiful than his old one. "Hahaha! What the hell just happened? What the f*** is going on? Why the f*** should we even care?" Rip laughed for a bit but calmed down "If this is a game, no matter how fun it is, we might lose. That would mean going back." Rip looked at Dane for a bit "Your the smart one, what should we do?"

[Vermillion]

TheLibrarian took a look around the digital landscape he found himself in, putting a finger to his temple. "Appear to be inside a digital construct. Most likely Minecraft. Further investigation is required. If world is indeed Minecraft, shelter will have to be built soon, before nightfall." He dropped his hand to his side and joined the others in punching trees. Although not any good at Minecraft as such - if one were being precise, the phrase "couldn't find his own arse with a map" comes to mind - TheLibrarian enjoyed the game and quickly got involved, stopping work every few minutes to put a finger to his temple and make an observation. When he did so, mental strain showed on his face - as though he were memorising something.