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Chunky apparently would be crushed into oblivion if he didn't get back to the dungeon to save Kitty. He meets a boy in the market, buying apples. The boy asked "Are you an adventurer? You look like youo re not from here." o Yes I am," replies Chunky. "Hey, I have always wanted to be an adventurer! Can I travel with you?" The boy asked. ":D... I mean yeah!. I'm going to go rescue my last companion!" Chunky says in excitement. "Ok, I'm Chubbykins". "Nice to meet you. I'm Chunky". "Come with me, I have to ask my grandma." replies Chubbykins.
Chunky followed Chubbykins to his grandma's house. "Wait out here" Chubbykins says at the front door. Chubbykins opens the door and puts his left foot forward then his right, then left, then right. 2 generations later Chunky hears Chubbykins yelling "SHUT UP AND TAKE YOUR PILLS GRANDMA!". "PILLS!" he continues yelling. Another generation has passes while Chubbykins has been yelling "PILLS" continuously. He finally comes out saying "I can go.". ":D" says Chunky. ":D" replies Chubbykins.":D". ":D". ":D". ":D". ":D". "What are we saying?" says Chunky. "I don't know." replies Chubbykins.
After lunch they set out to the dungeon. They stand outside a cave preparing themselves. "Ok, let's do this!" says Chunky. They head into the cave and...
Tune in next time for another exciting adventure of The Adventure of Chunky and his Faithful Companion Chubbykins.
To be continued.
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- Halorules555, Writer
Knarfer: You're a skinner on PlanetMinecraft. What would you say is
your favorite skin you have made?
Teddy: Well, to put bluntly, I do not have a favorite skin. It is common amongst many skinners that you will create what you believe to be a master piece, the best shaping and shading you could ever achieve - but within a day or two the beauty will fade and you will be displeased with your creation. This is the same with all art styles. This is why you see many skinners updating older skins. If I had to choose a skin I would say I have the most love for my Steampunk Engineer. While it is not an original skin and it has many flaws it was one of the first skins that I grasped the correct colour values for shading white cloth and green.
Knarfer: I have seen your skinning tutorial. As complicated as it may be for some people, there are others that love the way you explain it as I do. Did you have any past experience with art?
Teddy: Most people find it surprising but I do not have any experience with art what so ever.I am utterly terrible at drawing, but this is most probably because I have very weak hands and find it hard to grasp pencils/tablets. Art has never interested me but I have had my curiosity for pixel art; although I am terrible at it. This is why I will not create a texturepack. It is very easy to see which skinners have a background in pixel art by their styles. Take Dollars, Paddy or Lotoshige for example. I am a skinner, not an artist.
Knarfer: If you were not a skinner, what would you do on PlanetMinecraft?
Teddy: If anything I'd probably try and teach myself to build and create projects .It's amazing what you can build with simple blocks and it's similar to Lego in that sense. If not, the only thing I could ever create would be blogs. While I have the utmost respect for those who create actual blogs, (Greytopher, OliverFrenchie etc), I have to say that 98% of the blog section is.. well.. filth. Of course this is true with the skins section - but at least you don't have to see an uneducated child witter on about how unfair school is in bright pink unreadable text with a grainy uncropped thumbnail which makes kittens around the world bawl our their eyes. (Send all complaints to my PM box).So it's unlikely that I will/would ever make blogs because of that reason. I'm sure if more people tried to create actual content, the blogs section would be somewhere I'd want to visit and check out. instead I accidently click the tab and immediately flail my mouse to try and get out of it.
Knarfer: PlanetMinecraft aside, what is your most preffered gaming console if any? Do you play any games other than Minecraft? Do you have a Steam account, and if yes, how many games are in your library?
Teddy: I prefer PC to any games console. Mainly for comfort.I own an Xbox 360 but it was retired to my father due to the controller feeling like a big cement block with nubs on it. Sadly the same fate with the Wii.I also own a 3DS in which I unhealthily play Animal Crossing New Leaf on.I have not played Minecraft for a year or so, but I enjoy MMORPGs. Things like World of Warcraft, Dragons Prophet, such the likes. I also enjoy slow-paced life games such as Wurm Online (of which I have about 32 dayso worth of gameplay sunk into)My secret love lies with survival games however. Things like DayZ - despite having a fear of zombies and people.I do own a steam account with about 80 games I believe. Things like Terraria and Skyrim.
Knarfer: Do you prefer installing mods into a game or playing that game vanilla?
Teddy: I have always, always preferred vanilla gameplay. Mods have never interested me and have always been a hassle. Maybe I might install a few mods via Steam Workshop but I haven't added anything extremely game breaking. While maybe I would enjoy a few extra weapons or maybe a visual mod to add trees, but I don't see the attraction in running around with a fully functional AK-47 in a medieval fantasy game. I appreciate those who make mods and I appreciate that people want them mods - but it's never something I'd want to get too deep into.
Knarfer: Thank you for your time, Teddy.
- Knarfer, Writer
Am I a creation of a higher power, or am I a result of perfect coding? Is there someone watching over me as I struggle to survive? Is there anyone else in this world besides me? Every night I look up at the stars and I wonder. I wonder if someday I will learn what my life means. I don't understand what they told me. I'm angry at the world because I don't know how or where to find the answers to my questions. Sometimes I yell at the skies hoping that there is someone above looking down and listening. I hope that someone will come down and tell me what I am and why I am here. I bet they will. What if the answer is here and I just haven't looked far enough? Yet I've travelled to the end of the world and back and I still haven't found anything.
Every day I wake up and I smell the morning air. The river flowing down the mountain, carving it's way through the land. Outside my crops rustle in the wind. My dog barks at the sheep which run outside to eat the tall grass. I work all day to exhaustion. Sometimes I hack at trees with the tools I have created. Sometimes I sit beside the river and fish all day long. Occasionally it rains but I force myself to work harder. What does it matter though? Most nights I'm down in the mines getting new minerals and ores. It's dangerous work and I am very careful to watch my feet. Caves frighten me but I force myself to go through them. What does it matter though? Why do I do this to myself? Maybe I do it because of the reward I get. If I work through the rain one day that means the day isn't wasted and one more job is done. Something inside me says that time is something that should not be wasted. Yet as far as I can tell, time goes on forever. I could sit here all day and do nothing and it won't matter because they don't watch over me, or do they?
I sound crazy. There is nobody else here but me. I am the only one in this world. Yet one day I swear I experienced something that can say otherwise. I saw many lines of text, written by what I believe were two different people. They were having a conversation with each other, about what I can't remember. Maybe if I re-trace the events of that night I might be able to recall what happened.
It was roughly 2 months ago. I was preparing to do one of the most dangerous and important things I would ever do in my life. I sharpened my sword and I readied my bow. I was shaking under my thick armour. In front of me was a gate to a new world. It resembled the night sky but it was slightly blue and purple. I jumped into the portal not knowing where it would take me. It seemed like the world had disappeared for a few moments as I was being transported. After it re-appeared I noticed something very strange. This was not the fiery world I was expecting. This world was cold and dark. There were many tall obsidian pillars with little spinning blocks on top of them. The ground was a dirty yellow and in the sky, a big dragon was flying at me with it's jaw open. I was very scared but I knew that I had no way back, this was it. I raised my bow and began the biggest battle of my life. After what seemed like hours of fighting I had finally killed the dragon. I wiped the sweat off my face as I took off my helmet. In the middle of the terrifying world, a fountain appeared. This fountain however had no water, rather the same portal substance that I had used to get there. As I jumped in, I expected to reappear in my old world, but that's not what happened. The moments of darkness started to worry me, and I had the strange feeling of being ripped apart from my own body.
After what felt like minutes I could finally see something. At first I though it was some sort of wall, then something started moving on the wall. I could clearly see green and blue text slowly moving out from under the wall, moving up and then vanishing above my head. There was a conversation going on, and it was about, me. As I read the text they began talking about how I was dreaming, and that I was in a game. Confusion went through my mind as I they told me a story. They told me about a 'Julian' and about a 'Markus'. They told me about a woman giving birth to a new player, a new story. They told me that I was the player, I was the new story. They told me that I was in a game and that I had played well. They told me that I was the universe, and that I was reading it's own code. They told me I was love and that I was not alone. I was not alone. Some of the words where distorted and I could not read them. They told me it was because I was not a high enough level. That must mean that there are more things in this world that I have not yet discovered and when I do I will understand the events of that night.
Thinking about it now makes my mind want to scream. It makes no sense how I could be making it all up, or does it. Why couldn't I just be a player, dreaming about a game? Is that what I am? They told me to wake up. I want to wake up, but I have no idea how. I've done everything I could in this world. I've invented the best of machines. I have climbed the tallest mountains and reached the deepest caves. Every day I investigate something new. I don't know why when I look down I can't see my legs. I don't know why some objects fall and others don't. Most of all, I don't understand why I'm here. I've searched it all and now I'm forced to continue dreaming? Is there no way out? Is my destiny to be a player inside a dream that I have created? It's like being tapped in a cage with no door. Why would I do this to myself? Why would I dream of a world I would not be able to get out of? I don't know. I don't know anything and I wish I did. So in conclusion, I live in a world created by another for me to live in. I am a player of games and I am dreaming.
Sometimes I wonder what lies beyond the stars, if I will ever go there. Maybe I am just a little piece of a much bigger world. Maybe I am one of millions of dreamers. It's possible that all those other dreamers have created their own worlds and lived their own dreams. Maybe they too have done everything they could and are thinking the same thoughts as me. I think that one day I will meet another just like me trying to understand the universe. Maybe we are all being tested, for what I don't know. It's possible that we are all just little experiments for something more important outside of our small dreams. Or maybe I'm just crazy and I'm pretending there could be someone or something out there. Yet they told me I was not alone and as long as I can remember those words I have something to fight for. For now, this world is mine to roam and I will use it well because I know that one day, I will wake up.
- OnlyIn5DYT, Writer
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1. Week 2, and the someone only subbed to me award still goes to you :D
2. How would I go about becoming a writer for the PMC times? I'd love to contribute :)
#12 Things You Don't Know
Endermen are actually saying hello, but backwards and distorted.
Can i have the evidence :p