Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26318250-20180724071346/@comment-32545308-20180725095557

I woke up, again. The voice talked to me, again. I lost my axe and pickaxe. I was tied up.

???: Don’t bother trying. You are stuck here.

Me: Who the fxxx are you!?!?

???: Not now...you will know it in the future, but not now.

Me: What do you want with me?

???: You tried to destroy my creations. Lucky they have their brothers.

I slowly took out a hidden knife from my pocket, and quietly cut the rope that ties me.

???: You see, the world, those CreepyPasta writers. Those people who wish to live in Minecraft. Your village and friends, they took everything away from me.

Me: I’ve read about every history in my village, and none of the books mentioned about a person that create darkness!

???: Because they don’t know about me. They abandoned me Long time ago.

I could tell the thing lay his head onto the wall. I slowly stand up, and aim at the door.

Me: Hey, it’s nice to talk to you. How about we talk next time?

???: What do you mean?

Me: BECAUSE IM GETTING OUT OF HERE!!!

I sprint towards the door. As I smashed open the door, I found out that I’m standing in front of a exploded house. Prism and the others were around it.