Minecraft Tales: Enderman's worst nightmare Warning : May have very dramatic moments so if you hate those DON'T READ!!!

[TOM 3.5]

(Story was spaced to be easier to read it does follow requirements) (UNDER EDITTING)

 

ENDERMAN’S WORST NIGHTMARE

It was a normal day for the Minecraft aggressive mob spawning office and Egar The Enderman was being assigned his spawn task.Only expect with a new eclipse update happening yesterday and he eclipse starting there will be a huge mob assault on the player.Only this is not good.(Story commence)(In the darkened mob office by the water fountain on the first floor Zack the Zombie cheerfully says Hi to Egar)

Zack the Zombie: Hi Egar guess what we got the same spawn assignment.

Egar the Enderman: Wow Carl The Creeper , Sam The Skeleton and Susie The Spider and Her Cousin Cassey The Cave Spider are on that assignment too.

Zack The Zombie: Cool…….. OHNO WHERE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SPAWNING!(In a freaked out voice.) (Egar and Zack run quickly to spawning section)

Sam The Skeleton: You guys are late(In an angry voice)

Zack The Zombie: Two words CHILL OUT ( In a mellow voice)(Right outside the player’s house)

Egar The Enderman: Ok lets do are best.

Everybody: (In a confident voice) all right lets go. Later however everything started to go horribly wrong HORRIBLY WRONG well just keep reading to see what I mean.(Egar stops cold listening to his friend Susie scream)

Egar The Enderman: I have to goooo(falls into a pit)

Egar the Enderman: Zack Sam what are you doing.

Both Zack and Sam: We are hiding from AMKMP he killed everyone else.

Egar The Enderman: You are not serious are YOU!!!! (For the readers AMKMP is All Mob Killing Moding Player and his mod’s kill and prevent the return of any specific part a of mob.)

Zack:He killed them all and now there is no way to bring them back unless we destroy him in combat but with his mod’s we would be killed almost instantly if we tried to even get in 100 blocks away of his house. We have to despawn before he gets us and destroys us like everyone else he has already destroyed.

Egar the Enderman: I’ll go and fight him you two stay here and guard this place till morning comes and you can go back.

Sam the Skeleton: ARE YOU CRAZY THAT IS A SUICIDE MISSION YOU FOOL.THAT IS A DEATH WISH THINK ABOUT YOUR WIFE AND KIDS MAN YOU CAN’T GO I WILL GO IN YOUR PLACE.(In a serious worried voice)

Zack The Zombie: You can’t remember his super killing skeleton spray mod that he got a few days ago that killed your uncle Sacky.

Sam the Skeleteon: Darn it!!! OK go Egar fight him with pride.

Egar the Enderman: I will and if I get erased tell my wife that I loved her with all my will,heart, and soul OK man. Sam The Zombie:I will now go out there and kill that guy for all our fallen allies.( Egar goes near AMKMP’s house)

Egar the Enderman: AHHH TURRETS (He goes through the spots between the turrets and is able to survive with no harm) (In a Unknown area)

AMKMP: You will die Egar just like all the other I have killed so far.MWHAHAHAHAH!!!!.

Egar The Enderman:Good I was able to dodge the other traps with ease now time to kill him for all of his Mal deeds against my friends and fellow workers.

AMKMP: I have been waiting Egar.

Egar The Enderman: Prepare to die!!!!!!!!!! (They epically battled using up 2000 diamond swords 300 axes 200 shovels and 52 pickaxes until it became a sudden death match wher the next hit would mean victory or defeat for our hero Egar.)

AMKMP: You pest you have forced me to bring out my most deadliest mod I have conceived.

AMKMP: Draw forth my Mod sword of chaos!!! ( A shining burst of light and dark fog of depressed souls come from a center point until a saber filled with darkness is the only thing left.)

Egar The Enderman: What is that thing? AMKMP: It is your doom this will not just erase you but destroy make it so that you never created at all!!!

Egar The Enderman: AHHH that’s it will use all of my power into one last attack that will eliminate you. AMKMP: Prepare for total destruction!!! AHHH!!!!

 

Egar The Enderman: FOR ALL THOSE THAT DIED ENDER PUNCH AHHHHHH!!!!!!! ( Both of them charged at each other untl each of them killed each other and completely erased themselves from life as we know it) Egar The Enderman: AHHHHH!!!

Wife: What is it honey (In a compassionate voice)

Egar The Enderman: I had a nightmare that I died!!!

Wife: Oh honey you are really dead right now you are just in a purgatory state. (Egar The Enderman then thinks for a long long long time about what happened and realizing all the vents happened and that he was dead and could never come back to life ever again and that nobody will be able to remember that he died in a nobel sacrifice for his friends and finnaly)

Wife: Are you

Egar The Enderman: (In a future trunks voice )NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

 

THE END OR IS IT? (JUST KIDDING J)

[Guest Dante v. Nero]

it does meet the requirements

 

SCRIPTS/SCREENPLAYS

Alice: Hey, Bob! What's up?

Bob: Nothing special, Alice.

Fics written like this are forbidden, for they show little to no description of the setting and characters. However, full-blown theatrical screenplays with stage directions and all are allowed, provided they could theoretically be given to two random people on the street and be acted out without any confusion.

 

Really?

[TOM 3.5]

Well Look That just is a bunch of lines mine has screen directions and settings and have show the sitiuation that shows nothing at all

 

(Story was spaced to be easier to read it does follow requirements)

 

ENDERMAN’S WORST NIGHTMARE

It was a normal day for the Minecraft aggressive mob spawning office and Egar The Enderman was being assigned his spawn task.Only expect with a new eclipse update happening yesterday and he eclipse starting there will be a huge mob assault on the player.Only this is not good.(Story commence)(In the darkened mob office by the water fountain on the first floor Zack the Zombie cheerfully says Hi to Egar)

I described the setting your example only has lines my fanfic also said how to say the lines in a mood or voice style.

 

not to mention remember the sword part if you read it. It described how the sword came forth

[John A. Zoidberg]

it does follow requirements

 

 

John A. Zoidberg: No it doesn't.

[TOM 3.5]

Yay it shows stage directions has good detail and even shows how to say some of the lines

)

 

Egar The Enderman: (In a future trunks voice )NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

 

and I am willing to make edits if possible

[John A. Zoidberg]

The rules aren't about description.

 

The rule is that you can't write it like a play unless they "could theoretically be given to two random people on the street and be acted out without any confusion."

 

Stop arguing. We know the rules. Reported.

[TOM 3.5]

sorry but it's that it could be and i am willing to edit and fix it if i could get better explanation on how to fix it and improve

[John A. Zoidberg]

The way you can fix it is to make it a story, not a script.

For example, instead of: Zack the Zombie: Hi Egar guess what we got the same spawn assignment.

 

you should say something along the lines of:

 

"Hey, Egar!" Zack said, grinning, "Guess what? We've been assigned to the same spawn point. Isn't that great?"

 

Using the style of writing, that is actually writing, would make this follow the rules.

[TOM 3.5]

Yay but I wanted to be a script to people to act out in and I thought you where talking about details because of what dante quoted

[John A. Zoidberg]

No. Writing scripts is against the rules. It doesn't matter what you want.

[TOM 3.5]

Yay but don't the rules say that screenplay can be done though so if i edited to be screenplay then it would be alright

[John A. Zoidberg]

SCRIPTS/SCREENPLAYS

Alice: Hey, Bob! What's up?

Bob: Nothing special, Alice.

Fics written like this are forbidden, for they show little to no description of the setting and characters. However, full-blown theatrical screenplays with stage directions and all are allowed, provided they could theoretically be given to two random people on the street and be acted out without any confusion.

 

This is not full blown, and believe me, if you gave this to two random people on the street, they'd have an incredibly hard time acting it out.

[TOM 3.5]

So I edited it to be full blown and make it easeier to read got it

[Guest Dante v. Nero]

 

ACT 1

SCENE 1

 

Scene Setting: The Running Bear Restaurant

 

Scene Synopsis: This scene introduces all the characters in the restaurant. There are five characters present, DR. FERNANDO, his son, MR. FERNANDO, DR. EVANS, DR. VALENTINE, and NURSE ALEXANDRIA.

 

SET PLOT: A Round table directly SC. Five chairs around the table. Cyclorama is draped down so that it barely touches the stage floor. Blue scrims. Dark blue and white border lights. Black rotators. House lights at the beginning of the play are at about 50%.

 

Fade the lights as the audience enters the house. DR. FERNANDO and MR. FERNANDO are sitting at the table. Bring border lights up slowly.

 

Dr. Fernando: (Setting up the table) Ahh, I really appreciate what you have done here. It really is a drag to have to do everything by myself.

 

Mr. Fernando: (Also setting up the table) Whatever I can do to help. I know how much work you’ve had to deal with for the past couple of weeks. It’s only the beginning to put together this meeting at everyone’s favorite restaurant.

 

Dr. Fernando: I really hope that everyone will show up here.

 

Mr. Fernando: How could they not? It’s everyone’s favorite restaurant, and it has some of the best food in town, I think.

 

Dr. Fernando: I’m glad you feel that way. It was a hassle to try to immigrate here from Russia, but somehow, we were able to make it through.

 

Mr. Fernando: Ahh, there were some good times over there. You should retell the story and the joke you told Dr. Pierson. You promised to tell me that joke again.

 

Dr. Fernando: Ok, I think you’ll get a kick out of this one. There is a patient and a doctor, and the doctor is prescribing certain medicines to the patient. The doctor says “This medicine is from insomnia, this one is from nervous break-down, and also this one from depression.” And the patient says “Thank you very much, doctor, but do you have any other medicine besides vodka?” (Both laugh)

 

Mr. Fernando: Oh, I wish I was that funny!

 

Dr. Fernando: Remember how I used to listen to Armenian Radio? I heard another one lately, ““We are told that the communism is already seen at the horizon.” Then, what is a horizon?” “We’re answering: “Horizon is an imaginary line which moves away each time you approach it.”” (Both laugh) And you know it’s true, especially back then.

 

Mr. Fernando: (Still snickering occasionally) It must have been horrible living in the 1960s.

 

Dr. Fernando: Not really. You had to learn to live with the authority was doing.

 

Mr. Fernando: Hey, not to interrupt, but I think that is Dr. Evan’s car. That must mean he is here. Wait a minute, who is that? (He crosses SR and pantomimes opening a door.)

 

Enter DR. EVANS and DR. VALENTINE.

 

Oh, it’s Dr. Evans AND Dr. Valentine.

 

Dr. Evans: Why, you are too kind, Mr. Fernando. Oh, you sure went over the top this time.

 

Dr. Valentine: (French accent) He always does. An entire restaurant all to us…this should be an entertaining little experience.

 

Dr. Evans: Oh, and Alexandria was tailing us a little ways behind us. She had to stop to get gas, however.

 

Dr. Fernando: That’s okay. As long as she shows up. She promised all of us that she would show up.

 

Dr. Valentine: Of course. I don’t think she’s ever missed one meeting, outside work or otherwise. She is always present and perfect.

 

Dr. Evans: I think perfect is an exaggeration, Dr. Valentine. Face it; you just like her style.

 

Mr. Fernando: (Resumes his task of setting the wine glasses) Her style is her excellence, though. The way she gets things done makes her an exceptional Nurse.

 

Dr. Fernando: You are all very important to me, but don’t go thinking that she is everything.

 

Dr. Evans: Thank you, Dr. Fernando, but flattery won’t get you anywhere. You of all people should know this.

 

Dr. Valentine: Ahh, speaking of which, she is here right now. Look.

 

MR. FERNANDO crosses SR to open the door once more. Enter Nurse Alexandria.

 

Mr. Fernando: Hi there, Alexandria. You look lovely tonight.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Thank you, Doctor. I really only slapped this outfit together in five minutes. It’s my favorite dress of all time. And the hair, well…nothing special.

 

Mr. Fernando: Well, still, it’s a compliment. Our table is the one in the center. Obviously, because my father is waving at us to go over there.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Okay then, let’s go over there.

 

Dr. Fernando: Hey, it’s good you showed up, Miss Alexandria.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Oh, it’s not Miss anymore. Didn’t I tell you all? I’m getting engaged!

 

Everyone gestures.

 

Dr. Evans: Oh, that’s wonderful. Is it still Mike?

 

Nurse Alexandria: Of course, Dr. Evans. You know that I would never leave Mike.

 

Dr. Valentine: Haha! Marriage is a commitment. Of course, so is insanity.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Isn’t that true?

 

Dr. Fernando: I don’t think you understand what us men go through when we are standing at the altar, looking into the eyes of our beloved. Marriage is a three-ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering. If we screw it up, it’s all over for us.

 

Nurse Alexandria: We’ve been planning it for a long time, though. And we’ve been together for – how long was it? – almost two years now. It’s good that he finally proposed. (Romantic exhale) Oh, the way he got down on his knees, kissed my hand, put on the engagement ring –

 

Mr. Fernando: And then comes the wedding ring and the suffering.

 

Nurse Alexandria: It was almost as if my dreams were coming alive by the minute. Oh, and we have this wonderful exotic spa we’re just dying to go to. It’ll be like our little getaway vacation. Just the two of us together…looking out to the sea while getting massaged.

 

Dr. Evans: That sounds lovely.

 

Mr. Fernando: I can’t remember the last time I had a massage…or even took a vacation for that matter.

 

Dr. Valentine: It’s because your father is a slave driver.

 

Dr. Fernando: Not really. I strive for perfection, and perfection it is. Call it being a slave driver, but being a slave driver is the worst of my worries right now.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Yes, Dr. Fernando. I don’t believe you to be a slave driver. I believe you to be more like…an overseer.

 

All laugh except DR. FERNANDO, who just shakes his head and sips his wine.

 

Dr. Evans: So, Dr. Fernando, now that we are all here, is there something you would like to share with us?

 

Dr. Fernando: Ahh yes, there is something I would like to address. But first off…where is Nurse Julian?

 

Dr. Evans: I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since this morning, She left work early.

 

Dr. Fernando: Now, you Alexandria, I applaud you for being able to make it to this meeting at this fancy restaurant. However, with Nurse Julian, I believe she is incompetent and doesn’t realize that she is missing out on, not only being able to share the excitement of our fellow co-workers as we start the next quarter, but also bonding with us at the same time. That’s what I like about you.

 

Dr. Valentine: A skipper? She is always like that.

 

Mr. Fernando: I am sure there is a legitimate reason why she couldn’t make it to the meeting tonight.

 

Dr. Fernando: Yea, “legitimate”.

 

Mr. Fernando: Well, like, what if her car broke down and she can’t get a ride?

 

Dr. Fernando: She does have a cell phone, and she does have all of our numbers. She can call us and we can give her a ride. It doesn’t make sense to me.

 

Dr. Valentine: A lot of things don’t make sense to you, Dr. Fernando.

 

Dr. Fernando: Well, this especially. I also don’t get why there was a Bolshevik Revolution.

 

Dr. Evans: That’s okay. I haven’t taken a history lesson for 45 years. I would have no idea about what you guys are saying. I’m getting too old for this.

 

Nurse Alexandria: At least we were all around when the Berlin Wall fell. That was like, the premier event of world history at the time.

 

Mr. Fernando: Ok, let’s get on with it, shall we? I think we were brought here for more than just chatting it out. I appreciate the small talk, but we do have more important things to talk about.

 

Dr. Valentine: Yes, like the food on this menu. Délicieux. You know, ever since I came here from Paris, I’ve always appreciated the seafood here. I’ll take the Double-Baked Tilapia with a side of Mushrooms.

 

Dr. Fernando: Right, I’ll remember that when the waiter comes back.

 

Mr. Fernando: Me, I think I’ll have the Roasted Pepper Cajun Chicken. I think that’s one of my favorite dishes here.

 

Dr. Evans: I think I’ll try my hand at the soup and salad combination. Hmm…Spicy Oriental Lo Mein along with Caesar Salad.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Wow, this is all very tasty. I can’t decide what to pick; it all looks so delightful.

 

Mr. Fernando: You should try the Seafarer’s Shrimp Combo. You get an entire platter of shrimp, scampi, and mushrooms. And of course, fish here on the coast are always exceptionally tasteful.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Okay, I’ll get that then.

 

Mr. Fernando: What about you, father? What are you getting?

 

Dr. Fernando: I don’t know. I haven’t thought much about it. I was looking at something different here on the menu. I think I’ll have the Roasted Pepper Cajun Chicken.

 

Mr. Fernando: Wow, that’s a twist. You always get the Tilapia. But whatever, I’m not complaining. After all, I paid for the whole thing.

 

Dr. Evans: You paid the whole thing yourself?

 

Mr. Fernando: Yes, I just got a big raise the other day from (turning to his father) him.

 

Dr. Fernando: Well, you did meet your quota for the quarter. What better way to show my appreciation?

 

Nurse Alexandria: A fancy restaurant dinner?

 

All laugh.

 

Dr. Fernando: This wasn’t my idea in the least bit. That was my son.

 

Nurse Alexandria: Well, your son did a wonderful job.

 

Mr. Fernando: (Turning away, blushing) Aww…I was just doing what I wanted to do.

 

Dr. Evans: Yes, congratulations on putting this whole thing together. I never could do such a thing.

 

Dr. Valentine: We know you wouldn’t be able to, Dr. Evans.

 

All snicker. DR. EVANS takes a sip of his wine.

 

Mr. Fernando: Be careful what you say, Dr. Evans may not look like a bear, but he still has claws.

 

Dr. Evans: Yep, and I cut them once a week!

 

All laugh, except for NURSE ALEXANDRIA, who takes a sip of wine.

 

Nurse Alexandria: As a lady, I take my nails very seriously. A manicure on Wednesdays and a pedicure on Sundays. Keep the boys coming!

 

All laugh, and then everyone takes a sip of wine.

 

Dr. Fernando: Okay, enough small talk. Even though this is our favorite place to hang out and we’re having a splendid time catching up on everyone’s events, there ARE actually more imperative topics to be looking forward to. As you know, at the end of every quarter, we have our fancy little dinner here at the “Running Bear” Restaurant, and the four doctors and or Nurses that achieve their quota with exceptional status get to spend a dinner with me, which is all covered by my son’s prepaid expenses. I don’t need to tell you all that the start of the Summer Quarter begins soon, but I will say one thing. New doctors are coming in occasionally and old doctors are leaving the front. I appreciate the investment that these “new” doctors bring to the vault, but it falls upon us to lead these new Doctors to their area of expertise, whether it be MRI scanning, Ultrasound Technician, or a Nurse running around like a chicken with its head cut off –

 

NURSE ALEXANDRIA glares at DR. FERNANDO while everyone else laughs.

 

- It is vitally important that you are a role model for Doctors far and wide, young and old, professional and amateur alike. I believe that each and every one of you has the confidence needed to bring this institution forward on its status and glory - (aside) after all, we are the finest institution in California – and make the promise that we won’t do good, but we will do exceptional. (Picks up his wine glass) Cheers to all!

 

Everyone: Cheers!

 

Everyone follows suit in robotic action and drinks the last of their wine. A WAITER comes by and picks up everyone’s menus. He also pours more wine (DIRECTOR’S NOTE: This could be water, too) into everyone’s glass.

 

Dr. Fernando: Now let’s drink for our celebration. And hopefully the service here will be of brilliant value.

 

Bring lights down. Blackout.

 

 

This is acceptable. You could potentially give this to a group of random people on the street, have them recite it, and they would probably do it (if you paid the right amount of money) with about 70 to 80% accuracy. There is halfway decent character development and we are given a hint of a plot about Nurse Julian.

 

Yours is not. Your screenplay is just a bunch of conjured words that do not make any sense at all. There is no plot, no character development, or any sense of it being an actual story. And I guarantee you if you gave this to a group of people on the street, they would immediately turn down your offer and call you a gigantic moron (to keep it PG).

 

inb4lock.

 

EDIT: And yes, this is MY original work. No one is allowed to use as such.

[TOM 3.5]

Look it says under editing and I am edditing it and it hinted the plot several times but like i said still editing

[bury the year]

First off, Dante, you get my one thousand loves of various shapes and consistencies if you can turn that script into an actual fic. I fully enjoyed it. :'D

 

And to the OP, you're wrong. This seems like a terrible attempt to be "random" and "funny" while failing at both, not to mention the various rules you didn't follow. LOCKED.