Walking Back -Minecraft-"Shoo-sha-doo-dee-doo-daa-da-boop-boop-boop...", the man hummed, a worn, iron pickaxe in his hand.Wearing a blue polo shirt with leather straps supporting it, another layer of armor atop that. He had caramel brown eyes, and light brown hair that was growing out, tangled and with a thick coating of dirt covering it.The sun was lowering, gleaming more powerfully unto his bare arms. He shrugged as the weight of gold-rimmed armor started taking its effect. His stomach churned for a moment. The man walked over to a tree. He slumped down at the tree and peeled off a leather backpack, unzipping it. He reached in, throwing some dirt aside as he found a bag of pork chops. He grabbed one of the pork chops from the bag and roughly tossed it into his mouth, chewing it quickly. He swallowed and took a drink of water, zipping his backpack up and whispering to himself, "That'll do.", as he started back down the dirt trail.The bright, evening sun was now cresting back, reaching behind a mountain to
Dovahkiin's Day OffThe door to the inn was slapped open, a hefty looking figure clad in Dwemer armor stepping into the warm pub and inn and out of the cold. The figure looked around and holstered its weapon. It stepped aside and a smaller, yet still large man walked through, revealing the blustering blizzard outside. He seemed to be a lone traveler, harmless enough- enough so to require a hired bodyguard. A strange fellow, a Nord with long, reddish brown hair, two large strands tied into braids behind his shoulders.He had a strange eye color, a bluish grey, sparkling in the warm light, and a roughly trimmed beard, not very large, but enough to cover his upper lip, jaws, and chin. Wearing an Alik'r turban and shemagh, tucked neatly under his chin, a thick jacket, and some black pants, he seemed like some strange countryman.This assumption was wrong, however. The only thing that could show proof of this was the ornate sword he carried in the sheath. It was a Skyforge Steel Sword; and a fine one at that.
Minecraft: OriginsLong ago, the world was heavily populated. Industry, commerce, and many things bustled. The industry for redstone, the best alternative to oil out there, the search for minerals, and the booming population.Life was good in the world, but just as the home of civilization seemed perfect; things went awry.The many settlements were overpopulating, and people were moving out of the busy, tightly packed cities and into the rural wilderness, some even going as far as to where they might never even have known there was civilization if they hadn't lived there before.One miner, his name Herobrine, had been exploring a cave system in an unknown area when he discovered a green liquid. He scooped some up with his shovel, and took a small bit of it in his fingertips.He gained strength, and felt more aggressive and intelligent. He had a house in the rural areas, so he farmed. He fed one of his pigs a bit of the green liquid, testing its results.They were catastrophic.Herobrine had unknowingly u