Author Topic: Stranded: Minecraftia Survival EVENT: Yogscast Journey!  (Read 8624 times)

"A furnace, so that we can make charcoal, which in turn will allow us to make torches, and more charcoal." I walked over to the crafting table, built a furnace and plonked it down. I then burned up some wood using wood, and got charcoal. Made some stick and torches, and set a few on the walls. "There, lighting."

"Swee--ee--eet." He smirked. "I don't believe we've ever been completely.. introduced. Name's Shinenzu, but friends call me Shi, or by my nickname, Picklerichards. Scorch. I like fire."

I nodded. "The name's Alex."

"Bryce," I replied, as I cleaned my knives. After thoroughly cleaning my knives, i proceeded to the crafting table, where I made myself a wooden pickaxe, saving just ebnough wood for two more handles. I stepped outside in the pouring rain and started to mine out a shaft in an adjacent rock face.
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"Bryce, it's not really safe out there..." I started after him, pulling my clothing closer to myself.

Can you tame baby creatures?


I look back at Alex, "Don't worry about me, I can handle myself," and walk out of the shelter, proceeding with shaft construction.

Both may babbies be tamed.

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"So then. I think there's a possible way out, but we'll need six wood, some redstone dust, a small rod of iron, and a lever." He said. "Or we can make makeshift saddles, and ride the pigs through the seven seas of hell."

"Eh, I think I'll pass on that pig riding. I'm gonna go mine under the house, cool?"

"Watch out for snakees."

"I'll be careful." I said, taking some torches, and a wooden pickaxe I made. I began to mine out the area behind the house.

After mining 20 blocks down, my pick breaks, I return to thte surface and craft a stone pick and continue mining. After a few minutes, I hear some cracking noises above my head.

Name: Daniel Remeriz

Age:25

Appearance:Around 5'9, Caucasian male. Wears a blacksuit and a smashed TV on his head, with a pair of brass knuckles hidden in his pockets. He has a few scars from the result of being forcibly injected with a chemical that gave him the ability to go into a rage, causing him to leave behind a trail of destruction.

Personality:Quiet person, who observes his surroundings first, then makes good use of them.

Past RPs: None

*Sinthoras awakens on a nearby beach*

"What the hell... where is everyone?"