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Had it already been six months? It felt like years...I guess what happens when you're starving and afraid.
Ever since PartyZone had been overrun by the Hackers, life had been so different. The Hackers had stolen our homes; leaving us in ruin. The glass towers and magnificent mansions of PartyZone Creative had been turned to ash and dust.
Then, to make matters worse, the Hackers blocked Creative's exit, and leaving would've been pointless. The river was infested with thorny plants and vicious creatures none dare touch.
Murder's lands were crumbling, Everyone escaped Survival in time, and the other games? They were wiped from the map.
I stared out from the remnants of the home i'd built on a sky-island which had fallen and sunken into the ground. I saw people searching the piles of brick and stone for even a scrap of something edible. I hadn't eaten in a week, Nor had any of my comrades.
I looked down at the map I'd made. X's marked spots where there was no food, or anything useful. Circles marked the places I hadn't yet visited. Bloody splotches marked places where violent and hateful Creativers had taken refuge, and would kill any who dared come to see them...
Had it been six months? Had it really? six months already, of living in this wasteland?
I was getting out. We were getting out.
I was done..
~If you want a character, Say you do, and tell me what you'd want to be~
Grouper (Travel in groups),
Scavenger (Scavenges areas),
Loner,
Murder Grouper (the people who like kill anyone who comes up to them n stuff)
Hacker, (bad guys)
or Redbuilders (People who are trying to rebuild the world and fix everything)
Ever since PartyZone had been overrun by the Hackers, life had been so different. The Hackers had stolen our homes; leaving us in ruin. The glass towers and magnificent mansions of PartyZone Creative had been turned to ash and dust.
Then, to make matters worse, the Hackers blocked Creative's exit, and leaving would've been pointless. The river was infested with thorny plants and vicious creatures none dare touch.
Murder's lands were crumbling, Everyone escaped Survival in time, and the other games? They were wiped from the map.
I stared out from the remnants of the home i'd built on a sky-island which had fallen and sunken into the ground. I saw people searching the piles of brick and stone for even a scrap of something edible. I hadn't eaten in a week, Nor had any of my comrades.
I looked down at the map I'd made. X's marked spots where there was no food, or anything useful. Circles marked the places I hadn't yet visited. Bloody splotches marked places where violent and hateful Creativers had taken refuge, and would kill any who dared come to see them...
Had it been six months? Had it really? six months already, of living in this wasteland?
I was getting out. We were getting out.
I was done..
~If you want a character, Say you do, and tell me what you'd want to be~
Grouper (Travel in groups),
Scavenger (Scavenges areas),
Loner,
Murder Grouper (the people who like kill anyone who comes up to them n stuff)
Hacker, (bad guys)
or Redbuilders (People who are trying to rebuild the world and fix everything)
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