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“Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.” -Tobias

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Mitch slammed the iron sword down on the creeper's head before it exploded, finding himself once again traveling through a cave aimlessly. It happened a lot, and without anyone to remind him of what the heck he was doing, he often just bashed in some skulls. After all, that was his best skill. As he jumped over a gap, nearly falling in, he finally reached the surface. The light stung his eyes, but after a few seconds they adjusted and he put on his game face. "Okay. This time I'm not gonna get side tracked. Time to build a house!" He said to himself, dashing off toward a tree and punching it.

Cohra sighed. "Minecraft. Time to punch more trees. Yay." Without hesitation, she headed over to a dark oak tree and began repeatedly pounding her fists into it. Roofed forests were her favorite, they were so quiet and peaceful, unless it is night. then it's crazy. When she collected a few pieces, she built her own crafting table and plunked it down beside her, then proceeding to craft a wooden sword, pick, and spade. making a few extra sticks, she dug a small hole and began to collect a few blocks of stone.

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Plz Click her and help her grow!
PS: That is not what Twilightmist looks like
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Amber heard a crash far off in the distance of the tundra. "Hello?" she called loudly. "Are you okay, whoever you are?" After giving an apologetic glance to Sam and the two toher girls, she sprinted off in that direction, not caring if she wasted food at this point. If someone needed her help, she would help them, food or not.

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Ender oh wow that's kinda creepy, that last sentence XD
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“Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.” -Tobias

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Mitch sighed, continuing to punch down one of the oak trees in the tundra. It had been a week since he found himself inside of his favorite game, and he still hadn't settled down. He had a few pieces of unsettled iron, coal, and stone tools, and he was thinking about trying to find the roofed forest that he had spawned in. A little ways away, he heard a crash and spotted what looked like another player nearby. "Hey!" He shouted, stopping himself from punching the tree and looking warily in the direction of the new player, sizing him up. It was a pvpers instinct, and he made a habit of doing it.

Cohra grabbed four fallen dark oak saplings and gazed out into the nearby tundra. The tundra and roofed forest were her favorite boomed, but she figured for all purposes she was best off moving into the tundra. With a quick scan of the area, the girl launched self across a rut in the ground and into the snowy biome. She had spent quite some time, aka the past few hours, collecting a stack and a half of logs, finding a few apples along the way, 3 to be exact. She eaten one and had no intention to Sprint across the tundra, so she began walking through the snow and ice.

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“Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.” -Tobias

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"Okay, need to build a noob hut. Dang it. I hate noob huts." Cohra said to herself, thinking that she saw someone peek out of a base. Ignoring it, she dug into the ground and placed a torch, her bed, crafting table, furnace, and closed everything up with a trap door. Sighing, she sat down on her bed. She had been here two days now after finding herself sucked into her PC. How had this happened? She hoped she wasn't the only one.

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Plz Click her and help her grow!
PS: That is not what Twilightmist looks like
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Amber paused, waiting for Sam to catch up. "What? "she asked crossly. "I heard someone, they might need our hepl!" Without another word she took off again, depleting a hunger bar as she did so. She was getting hungrier now. She should really kill some more pigs. She was good at that. In fact, her Minecraft username had even been PigKilla! Stopping again to kill some, she murdered two more of them, slightly annoyed by their ignorant oinks and squeals. She ate a couple porkchops then glanced at Sam and tossed one to her too.

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Plz Click her and help her grow!
PS: That is not what Twilightmist looks like
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"I have a wood one!" Amber replied triumphantly, holding it up. "Why do I need one better than this humble piece of wood? It will serve me just as well!" Again she rushed off, then hesitated. "Do you think we should start making a shelter?" She glanced up at the sun, which was about ready to start sinking into the horizon. "Maybe just a hole, but still? We can fidn out who yelled in the morning." If we're not dead by then, she thought grimly.

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