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It was a great day in the Chat Lobby, the letters were rolling, Fanjawi was modding, Snowylips was rolling, and the flags were flooding, this is one of those days, when the mods are asked to stay and handle the flagging. When some guy suddenly done the imposible: "Censord kicked PixelBit" was thrown in chat. Now, Fanjawi, who was one of the two mods in chat, was really surprised and quickly banned the banner. There were only 6 people in chat left: Me, Fanjawi, Candlebor, The banned, PixelBit & Navist. Now, I was there, and I have deducted the suspects, but when I approached them, they had their own alibis:
Fanjawi
Why: He was quickly left when the banner, left.
Alibi: He said he went to talk about it to Paril, he said that Paril checked the codes, and it was impossible to let anyone to just give anyone the powers of a mod and if it was him.
Candlebor
Why: Candlebor did not ever talk the whole time, seems fishy
Alibi: He said he was afk that time.
Navist
Why: He is one of the most know coders, and so good in coding, he could have crack the PMC codes.
Alibi: He said "I had the zzz next to his name I guess"
PixelBit
Why: He was one of the 6 people in chat that time, and he was talking with the banned before he was banned.
Alibi: He came back 15 seconds after he was banned, and quickly asked both Candlebor and Fanjawi why was he banned?
Now, the faith of knowing who should be blamed is in your hands. But the question is who was able to give a random guy the ability to ban someone?
- Ludicrous, Writer
The full moon hung high in the tarry black sky. There were no trees so Jacob could see the moonlit path easily. He travelled its winding curves and twisting turns. Fatigue was setting in; Jacob was growing tired o quickly. He quickened his pace, searching for a suitable place to pitch his tent. He needed soft terrain, and shelter from wind and heavy rain; protection from the wild animals roaming the area.
Jacob was about to give up, pitch his tent next to the path and collapse on to his roll out mattress, when he glimpsed a pin-prick of light, fluttering dimly. Candle light. He continued to follow the path, however the closer he got to the light, the stronger the sensation became that someone or something was watching - waiting.
The source of the light was a large house, lit by candles, although there were clearly electric lights hanging from the ceiling. The house looked old, weathered and uninviting, yet Jacob was desperate for sleep and walked up the grand, moss covered stone stairs to the vast front door. He banged hard on the door with his fist o and waited. No one came to answer him. He tried again. No one answered.
Jacob tested the grimy doorknob. To his surprise, it swung open with an ear splitting screeching o the hinges definitely needed oil. Gingerly, Jacob entered the house. He called out to the shadows, o Hello? Anyone here?o No reply. Jacob closed the door behind him and searched the house. It looked like it had been left in a hurry, and three of the rooms were locked. To Jacobo s dismay, the only bedroom that was not locked was a little girlo s room, with toys scattered across the floor like corpses form a war. Dull and lifeless. He left the room quickly and decided he would sleep on the floor in the drawing room that night. He knew it was just paranoia, however whenever he thought about the bedroom a sensation of coldness crept down his spine.
While unpacking his kit, Jacob could have sworn he heard the light patter of a small childo s feet. He looked up, to find a chair was shaking uncontrollably next to the bookcase. It rocked violently, swaying from side to side. The floor boards creaked underneath the possessed chair. The chair flipped backwards, leaping high into the air; before crashing down and spewing splinters in all directions. He leapt back in alarm, staring wildly about him. o Whoo s there?o he cried out - his voice shrill.
A single book fell from the book shelf. Jacobo s curiosity proved to be greater than his own fear, and he slowly, cautiously paced toward the lone book. It had no cover, no illustration, no information. Jacob flicked through the pages o blank, every single one. He snapped the book closed and replaced it in the bookshelf. With fear encircling ghis heart he thought of the murderous weather outside. Should he stay or go? He chose to stay o and crept in to his sleeping bag. Exhaustion smothered his fear, and he slept.
The next morning, Jacob awoke to find that everything was as he left it. His watch read 1.30pm. He was now behind schedule. After scrambling out of his sleeping bag, he removed a tin of soup and a can opener from his back pack and rushed into the kitchen. The gas hob worked well, however after checking the contents of the various drawers and cupboards, Jacob found that the only items left in the kitchen was some kind of raw malignant meat and a long, rusty knife. He cooked his soup and wolfed it down. Jacob then rolled up his sleeping bag and roll out mattress and collected his kit. He walked to the front door, and found it was locked. From the outside.
Panic set in, and Jacob threw himself at the door, bruising his shoulder as he shoved and pushed at the hard dark wood. No luck. He picked up a leg from the shattered chair next to the book shelf and was about to smash a window when he stopped dead in his tracks. The singular book that had fallen from the bookshelf lay in the centre of one of the dusty sofas. He dropped his makeshift weapon and snatched up the book. He flicked through the pages once more.
The result was very different. Pictures of burning houses, dead children, mothers, couples and babies. Pictures of bodies hanging by their neck from a tree or light fitting. Blood coated some pages and locks of hair were glued next to some of the photos. There were also three words gauged into the last page. o Look behind youo , Jacob whispered out loud. He threw the book to the floor and spun around, coming face to face with a doll, the size of a full grown adult.
It was a collage of different colors and textures. Jacob screamed and took a step back. This was not made of fabric, but pieces of human skin and hair! The eyes were real, staring at him, unblinking. He ran at the drawing room window, intending to smash through. Instead, he collided with the glass and it did not shatter. Jacob could see his reflection in glass, his nose was bleeding. He clawed in terror at the window pane. In the reflection, Jacob saw a little girl, standing behind him, clutching the long, rusty knife.
He thought of the raw meat, the singular knife, the sickening book and the room. The toys he had seen earlier were not toys, but countless hideous dolls. He inhaled desperately, as if to scream - but the scream never came.
It is said that if you travel the dark, ominous path through o Pilgrimso Foresto , and enter the immense candle lit house, and go up the stairs, into the old, dusty pink room, you can see Jacob.
Or what is left of him.
- Etien(bebopper5), Writer
It's been a long time. I don't really remember my first days. I remember only emotions, feelings. I was scared, and I was lonely. As I got used to my world it became harder to survive in it. At night, monsters came out in search for my flesh. In the day, I had to struggle to build and mine. My life seemed useless but that feeling of motivation never left. For some reason I always kept on going and no injuries could stop me from conquering my world. It seems like so long ago.. I do wish I had the chance to record my experiences in paper as I do now. I know in the years to come I will forget today so I have written books, many books with specific details of my days. Not that there is much to write anymore. I used to have adventures and I used to explore, those days have long gone. Every chunk of my world is old. I could always go further and sometimes I do. Sometimes I grab my sword and I head out into the wild to see if I can find anything new. However every time I try I come back with empty hands.
I still wonder about the stars and the possibility that there are others like me. However, nothing has answered my questions. I feel so alone. I am sad, because I have nobody to talk to. No one will understand my pain and fear. All these animals around me can't do anything besides walk. Nothing in my world even comes close to being intelligent and no matter how hard I try, I can't teach my wolf to do anything besides sit. I am truley alone here in this world and that is a cold hard fact. Of course I can stare at the facts all I want but my mind draws me towards hope. Hope that there is someone watching over me and understanding what I am going through. Hope that that someone is not just putting me through this for pleasure but for a respectable cause. I still stand by my theory that this is all a test. Is it not possible that a higher power has put me through all this? Is it not possible that I am just in a dream state where everything and anything I do does not matter? Or does it matter? Maybe not here but up there, my work could be doing very important things and I could be doing something amazing for a great cause.
I've been here a long time and all that time has allowed me to conduct experiments to see if I can rule out any truth. All my evidence points towards my one theory. If I was put into this world and whoever made it was a person like me, then it's impossible that they didn't make mistakes. I make mistakes all the time, it's in my nature. Why is it that all the animals around me walk on legs but when I look down I cannot see my own? Why is it that the I sometimes see objects overlapping or moving in a strange way? Sometimes there are extremely strange problems with my world the only way I can explain them is with my theory. if someone really is controlling my world then their mistakes is a huge clue for me.
There is an even bigger piece of evidence that proves I am living a controlled world. Sometimes I will go to sleep and wake up in a changed world. Sometimes the changes are big and sometimes they are small. I remember waking up to see a strange being outside my house, a new animal. As it turns out, it's called a horse and I could ride it. Horses are just one of the many changes I've seen. A long time ago, I woke up to realize my food did not heal me as it used to. With changes come errors and I hunt these errors all the time. My hope is that one day I will find an error that can teach me more about my world and possibly show me where I came from. The machines I've created out of redstone are not enough to examine my findings. I hunt for a hidden language that I have learned to translate. This language is inside each and every one of my enchanting tables and I think that it may exist inside every object in my world. However, my studies have brought me no closer to finding out what I am and where I came from.
One day I will find out, I'm sure of it. I know that my questions will one day be answered and I will know the true nature of my existence, but there is a darker thought behind my hope. What if I put myself here? What if I made myself go into this dream? It may seem stupid of me but what if I agreed to go into this world and having my memory whipped out? What If I agreed to be tested? I cannot imagine what terrible things would have caused me to do such a thing but maybe it's better if I don't know. If I am really being tested then it's possible that any problem that I've ever had here is nothing like the problems my controllers have in their world. I can only hope that this is not the case.
In the end I don't actually know that I live a test. It's also possible that this is life and I am simply too intelligent to go with the flow. Maybe I'm just so smart, that I've begun to question something that had no answer. I might not even get an answer, and there is nothing I can do about it. That thought makes me want to give up but I can't. Whatever I go through, I can feel that that motivation is still there. It's been there ever since I started. I don't know what motivates me to make such amazing cities and explore my world to it's edges but it's strong. Maybe it was put into me so that nothing could stop me. If that's the case then I guess I will just have to keep going until the answer reveals itself, and if it doesn't, there is nothing I can do about it.
To be continued...
- OnlyIn5DYT, Writer
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- Happykeystv, Writer
Hey kids, cyborgs and extra-terrerstrial beings! I got a interview with someone known as Dungeon Tales, who is making a YouTube series also called Dungeon Tales. He is working really hard for it to become a reality. Please look at the arrow below.
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Halo: So what made you come up with the idea of Dungeon Tales?
Dungeon Tales: I love great fantasy stories. This is my first attempt at telling my own fantasy tale.
Halo: I guess we all want to do that. Well at least make a story. How is it coming along?
Dungeon Tales: I'm not too sure everyone wants to tell a story. Maybe they do. It is coming along well. I finished writing, building, and skinning for the hour long premiere episode. I have also filmed about half of it already. The tricky part is timing. I decided to slow down production on the first episode and get a head start on future episodes. Half of episode two is already written. I am currently building as well casting voice roles.
Halo: Are you having any staff problems like quitting or low staff?
Dungeon Tales: Sort of. It would be nice to have consistent builders. Some people help out for a few days and disappear after that. It's their choice though. Maybe they got bored. It's also hard to find voice actors old enough to fill roles that require mature voices. I have over thirty characters, so it's going to be tough.
Halo: 30? Wow you must have a big series coming up. When you work on it do you feel some sort of emotion?
Dungeon Tales: It will probably turn into 50 characters within the next few months. As for emotions, I believe I feel overwhelmed more than anything.
Halo: How many voice actors do you have now?
Dungeon Tales: I have contacts with about 25 or so. I'm still not sure if they will fit the roles though. I haven't conducted many of the interviews yet.
Halo: What has been your main focus lately?
Dungeon Tales: Putting together the story and building all of the sets to film on.
Halo: Do you have a main character and what is his/her name?
Dungeon Tales: No, its an ensemble. Kings, princes, land barons, pigmen, bonemen, etc... They are all important.
Halo: I guess. Well how about you say goodbye for the readers.
Dungeon Tales: Thanks a lot for reading guys. Thank you for the interview. I hope you guys like Dungeon Tales. :)
And there we have it. Thanks for reading and tune in next time! Also don't forget to check Dungeon Tales out and give him some support. PEACE!
- Halorules555, Writer and Reporter
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I presume he can only use 1 article per writer? So if I submit 2 articles only 1 will be included? I'm new to this :3
i banned him
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jk i have no idea when that was. seriously. .n.