Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30319843-20170917082633/@comment-30319843-20170922111837

I woke up.

And it was obvious that I was tied to a chair. in front of me were two people.

It was Steve and Notch.

"Ugh," I mumbled, "I wish this was all a dream."

"I, myself," Steve began, "am stuck in here."

"True," Notch replied.

I remembered about a sword in my inventory. Only if I could reach out to my...

"Nope, we've taken your sword." Notch stated.

"What?" I exclaimed. "How can you read my mind?"

"There is no time for that." Steve interrupted. "For the ritual must begin."

They kneeled and clapped their hands in procession as they chanted something. I felt my soul being... drained... from my body.

​No...

...no...

POW!

The wall behind them was broken. And then two people came out onto view. The chanting paused and then they turned around to look at the invaders.

Steve and Notch. Another Steve and Notch.

"Stupid nightmares," I muttered, "I must be in my bed, in real life, sleeping, having a good dream."

Or maybe I was wrong.

Within a double blow that covered within their faces, the would-be ritual performers were knocked out cold...

...or dead.

The alive Steve and Notch stared at me. Steve's eyes turned dark blue. The world felt as if it was... swaying...and blackening...

...ugh...

.nn...ooo...