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The Disasters of Crow and Rye
This is a story. Whether it be happy or sad, romantic or frightening, this still remains a story. I don't know what it's going to be, I just know it is to be a story.
Crows are pretty black birds, sleek and dark, dark and mysterious. Some find them to be haunting in nature, others see them as entities that depict wisdom. All of these describe Crow, a player who just can't seem to log out. Addiction comes in many forms-alcoholism, drug addiction, and in this case, obsession gone wrong.
Rye. What is first to come to mind? Bread. Who is Rye? A dog.
Yup.
You're probably now wondering who in their right mind would name a dog Rye. Answer is no one. Crow named him Rye, and she ain't never been in her right mind. She ran away from home recently and is now hiding away in a internet cafe, her mom's wallet in her pocket and her face posted everywhere on missing posters. She's playing Minecraft on her favorite server, acting as though her face wasn't plastered on the door approximately six feet to her right.
She was in the midst of raiding a desert village when Rye teleported to her. Blood dripping from her sword and gushing from her leg, she slaughtered and slayed the villagers and iron golems, Rye quickly joining in and slashing with his fangs.
Then another player came along and killed her as punishment for killing the blacksmith they so often traded with. However, they left Rye alive.
...then the player that killed Crow mistook her for turkey....and...yeah...
That's the first disaster.
This is a story. Whether it be happy or sad, romantic or frightening, this still remains a story. I don't know what it's going to be, I just know it is to be a story.
Crows are pretty black birds, sleek and dark, dark and mysterious. Some find them to be haunting in nature, others see them as entities that depict wisdom. All of these describe Crow, a player who just can't seem to log out. Addiction comes in many forms-alcoholism, drug addiction, and in this case, obsession gone wrong.
Rye. What is first to come to mind? Bread. Who is Rye? A dog.
Yup.
You're probably now wondering who in their right mind would name a dog Rye. Answer is no one. Crow named him Rye, and she ain't never been in her right mind. She ran away from home recently and is now hiding away in a internet cafe, her mom's wallet in her pocket and her face posted everywhere on missing posters. She's playing Minecraft on her favorite server, acting as though her face wasn't plastered on the door approximately six feet to her right.
She was in the midst of raiding a desert village when Rye teleported to her. Blood dripping from her sword and gushing from her leg, she slaughtered and slayed the villagers and iron golems, Rye quickly joining in and slashing with his fangs.
Then another player came along and killed her as punishment for killing the blacksmith they so often traded with. However, they left Rye alive.
...then the player that killed Crow mistook her for turkey....and...yeah...
That's the first disaster.
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