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Hey guys, I have decided to write another story, this one dedicated to the epicosty of PMC A.K.A Planet Minecraft. I hope you guys like the story! <3
PMC: Foundation
I raced around the corner of the heavily built wall, heart pounding, feet flying. I was racing through a high security maintenance centre, that had walls with wires heavily built in, to give it that techno type of feeling. I didno t stop when the BOT called out to stop, instead I leapt on, heightening my pace, tearing ahead of the BOT. I was not usually recalled as a fast person per says, but I still ran like the angel itself, flying through the corridors and past rooms. I sweep past a man who is sculpturing a figure; it looks a lot like a man with a light blue shirt and dark pants. I quickly study each and every room I pass, wanting to learn some ways I may be able to escape. I pass another room, this time someone is jumping up a vast mountain; placing blocks of certain quality I could not recognise. The man pressed a lever, and some machine pushed forward, making something explode. I leapt past, not having enough time to stare at the chaos before the BOT reaches me again. This time it is angry. I knew that if I didno t find shelter soon, it would reach me. Unlike human beings, BOTs could go forever, until their power pack ran out. I spot a dark room ahead, but I couldno t see what was inside. I quickly swung around to find any escape routes: There were none. Without a choice I tear into the room, crashing the door shut behind me. The pounding of the bot causes the room to vibrate, debris flying everywhere. I venture further into the room, hands out looking where I am going. I spot a low glow coming from the corner of the room, a red light. I scramble over to it, seeking light. As I reach it, I instantly think BOT. It had the shape of a BOT and strangely enough sounded like a BOT. It gave off that strange sound that only BOTs possessed; a low hum like a heater left on to long. The thing is lying underneath a cover, maybe a blanket. Daring myself to lift it up, I step around the thing then grab the edge of the blanket, not pulling just holding. I swiftly pull the cover off to be startled by a noise coming from behind. I look back, but no one is there. I stare back at the BOT. It isno t a BOT, but a cyborg. It had two eyes, one red the other green, and had 2 antennas sprouting from the top of its head. The thingso mouth was green, with no sign of anything on it. The body of the cyborg is old and rusted away, but looks perfectly fine, Suddenly a hand appears on my shoulder, causing me to jump, that I could of sworn later was 10 metres. A man in his middle 20o s was towering over me, glaring at me. He has pale brown hair, a brutal yet handsome face, and wore spectacles like an old grandpa would. He wore a sweater and pants, like an old man, but with him glaring at me he looked his age all right.
o What are you doing here.o He says. His tone is light but angered like an angry Buddhisto s would. He continues to stare at me. o Well?o I fumble with the cloth I was holding in my hand.
o I was just exploring, than I came across this roo-o I didno t finish the sentence. He wouldno t stop staring at me, like I was some type of device he couldno t fix.
o Do you find pleasure in invading private properties?o he asks. I cano t bring myself to look him in the eye. I was the same age as him, but looking like that, he simply overpowered me. o How old are you, 20? 30? o Cause youo re not acting your age, if thato s so.o He continues to glare at me. o I should give you a ban right now!o It was then my turn to stare at the man. I stared at the man, trying to figure out what the term o Bano might mean. I had my fair share of websites, like YouTube and Pokemon.com, but I had never heard of a ban, nor experienced one. He glanced at me.
o Whato s your name?o he asks. I still cano t look him in the eye.
o Jeremiah27.o I lie. He sighs and turns his head in apprehension, like he couldno t believe the stupidity of people these days.
o Fine, I will tell you mine, if you tell me yours, deal?o He raises his hand to waist level, slightly above my own hand. I raise my shaking hand, and grasp his firmly, shaking it.
o Fine, my name is-o I cut him short.
o Gsprays. My name is Gsprays.o
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PMC: Foundation
I raced around the corner of the heavily built wall, heart pounding, feet flying. I was racing through a high security maintenance centre, that had walls with wires heavily built in, to give it that techno type of feeling. I didno t stop when the BOT called out to stop, instead I leapt on, heightening my pace, tearing ahead of the BOT. I was not usually recalled as a fast person per says, but I still ran like the angel itself, flying through the corridors and past rooms. I sweep past a man who is sculpturing a figure; it looks a lot like a man with a light blue shirt and dark pants. I quickly study each and every room I pass, wanting to learn some ways I may be able to escape. I pass another room, this time someone is jumping up a vast mountain; placing blocks of certain quality I could not recognise. The man pressed a lever, and some machine pushed forward, making something explode. I leapt past, not having enough time to stare at the chaos before the BOT reaches me again. This time it is angry. I knew that if I didno t find shelter soon, it would reach me. Unlike human beings, BOTs could go forever, until their power pack ran out. I spot a dark room ahead, but I couldno t see what was inside. I quickly swung around to find any escape routes: There were none. Without a choice I tear into the room, crashing the door shut behind me. The pounding of the bot causes the room to vibrate, debris flying everywhere. I venture further into the room, hands out looking where I am going. I spot a low glow coming from the corner of the room, a red light. I scramble over to it, seeking light. As I reach it, I instantly think BOT. It had the shape of a BOT and strangely enough sounded like a BOT. It gave off that strange sound that only BOTs possessed; a low hum like a heater left on to long. The thing is lying underneath a cover, maybe a blanket. Daring myself to lift it up, I step around the thing then grab the edge of the blanket, not pulling just holding. I swiftly pull the cover off to be startled by a noise coming from behind. I look back, but no one is there. I stare back at the BOT. It isno t a BOT, but a cyborg. It had two eyes, one red the other green, and had 2 antennas sprouting from the top of its head. The thingso mouth was green, with no sign of anything on it. The body of the cyborg is old and rusted away, but looks perfectly fine, Suddenly a hand appears on my shoulder, causing me to jump, that I could of sworn later was 10 metres. A man in his middle 20o s was towering over me, glaring at me. He has pale brown hair, a brutal yet handsome face, and wore spectacles like an old grandpa would. He wore a sweater and pants, like an old man, but with him glaring at me he looked his age all right.
o What are you doing here.o He says. His tone is light but angered like an angry Buddhisto s would. He continues to stare at me. o Well?o I fumble with the cloth I was holding in my hand.
o I was just exploring, than I came across this roo-o I didno t finish the sentence. He wouldno t stop staring at me, like I was some type of device he couldno t fix.
o Do you find pleasure in invading private properties?o he asks. I cano t bring myself to look him in the eye. I was the same age as him, but looking like that, he simply overpowered me. o How old are you, 20? 30? o Cause youo re not acting your age, if thato s so.o He continues to glare at me. o I should give you a ban right now!o It was then my turn to stare at the man. I stared at the man, trying to figure out what the term o Bano might mean. I had my fair share of websites, like YouTube and Pokemon.com, but I had never heard of a ban, nor experienced one. He glanced at me.
o Whato s your name?o he asks. I still cano t look him in the eye.
o Jeremiah27.o I lie. He sighs and turns his head in apprehension, like he couldno t believe the stupidity of people these days.
o Fine, I will tell you mine, if you tell me yours, deal?o He raises his hand to waist level, slightly above my own hand. I raise my shaking hand, and grasp his firmly, shaking it.
o Fine, my name is-o I cut him short.
o Gsprays. My name is Gsprays.o
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