Author Topic: Stranded: Minecraftia Survival EVENT: Yogscast Journey!  (Read 8626 times)

Name: Max Nappy

Age: 15

Appearance: Very Skinny, 5'2", Pale, Brown hair with bangs that almost covers eyes, glasses, large feet, sandals, black sweat pants, white shirt, and a red flannel jacket.

Personality: Slow to be annoyed, scared very easily, usually one of the first to panic, nerdy, can do almost anything with an axe, enjoys reading, low stamina, moderate running speed, almost instantly gets to full speed when starting a run, weak, a kid inside, caring, horrible fighter, and lazy.

Previous RPs you've been in: 118th for a bit, Apocalypse, The old Apocalypse made by Caution, The other RP made by Caution (Can't remember the names), Something Island the Melting, Second Sun, and I currently have an application for The Vault.

I notice a man collecting some timber. "Hey! Over here!"

-snip-

Cheyyene Island: The Melting.

"I've got one idea." He said, before running over to a tree, and giving it a solid punch or more, sending the entire tree down after a few. Putting down newly made planks, he makes a makeshift workbench, checking the amount of planks he has left. With enough to construct a weak pickaxe, he does so, and packs up the equipment, minus the pickaxe. "Follow me!" He yelled, before running off, to a good size wall of stone. Bashing away at the wall, he managed to make a nice area for a home (10x10x5, 5 = height.) as the pickaxe finally broke. Unpacking the workbench, he set it up in one of the corners. "This might be good enough.. if any years of playing Terraria have done me any good, it's best we probably get gel or coal.."

"Coal seems the more rational option. I'm gonna go punch a few more trees, then we make some stone pickaxes, a furnace, and make charcoal if we don't find any coal while we dig.

As night began to fall, he was wandering out, not too far from the makeshift home, noting a walking snake.. "HOLY stuff, RUNN!" He ran back inside, before sliding, blocking the door with a few planks, looking out the slot. It followed. He pulled up a stick, and broke out, beating the snake. "DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH." He grumbled, as the creeper died, yielding two gunpowder. "..If I know my stuff.. boomboom." He silently smirked.

"D-did I just see you beat up a walking green snake?"

Looks at the two with a >.> face

"With a rod of wood, yes." He said. "I know that bitch didn't want a hug. It wanted to SHOVE ITS SELF UP OUR ASSES."

"J-Just... What is this I don't even."

"It might have been a friendly creeper you know,"  :cookieMonster:

"All I know is, we are now in the middle of hell, even worse than the fact I don't have my left eye."

"I know how you feel," as night fell, it started to rain -.-

He put up a door, and pretty much remodeled the place using regular wood, and some fences for windows. "Not so bad, eh guys?" He shrugged. He set down a few bedrolls or wool scraps.

"Not too shabby..." I said, adopting a slight TotalBiscuit accent. "Alright, we need lighting, anybody got eight stone and some wood?"

"What for?" He asked, tossing him the materials.