Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy had few friends on the server. One day, as he traveled the nether, he came upon a blaze spawner. Not having enough money to region it, he covered it with glowstone to deactivate it, and left it be. The next day, he came back to the spawner to see it regioned. He told the other boy who regioned it that he had claimed the spawner the day before. The other boy simply said to bad so the two began trying to kill each other. One thing led to another, the two boys became best friends. They spoke alone in the second boys chat. The first boy would work on his creations, while to other would search for a catacomb. It was only them in the chat. Until a newcomer joined. He was relatively new to the server. 2 months at the most. He was a trader in the company of two hunters. The three got along very well. They would chat and search for catas together until a fourth joined the group. And things just got better, the chat was becoming well populated. However, over time, the third boy began to drift from the group. As he found a catacomb, he began to think that he was too good for the other boys. Following the third boy, the first and second boys got there respectable ranks. Architect, and traveler while the fourth preferred warrior. There was slight tensions for the next few weeks, until the third boy decided to make a town because he thought it would increase his chances of being staff. He worked on his town. All 4 boys would co mayor the town. As the town was created, the third boy told the first that he did not work hard enough on the town, and removed him from the co mayors. As a joke, the first boy build a little close to the town. The third boy then threw a huge hissy fit banning the first from the town. He was hurt. He was soon forgiven by the second boy and the fourth, but never by the third. Over the next months, the fourth and second boy went inactive. This seemed to fuel the third boys hatred for the first. About three months after the incident, the third boy became staff. Apparently, this set him above his friends. He left the chat that he had gotten his start in to live in his new elitist world. The second the first boy would join a chat he was in, he would immediately request the first boy be banned from the chat, because he was not good enough to merely be able to chat with him. He was so much better to the extent that he would not even join the first and second boys skype calls. So in the end, the first boy was still alone.
Two things... 1. A wall of text can hurt any reader's eyes. I've seen a lot of beginning writers do this, and it can shy away anyone reading this material. 2. Might wanna split them into paragraphs and decrease the font size.
It'd be better if you could name the boys, I lost track halfway through trying to remember who the second boy was, or what the third boy did..
This story is about some people on the server, so I think it would be better if they left un named. I know who hes talking about. He just said boy 1 2 and 3 to not reveal who they are.
Even if he doesn't want to reveal who they are, he could just name them something random. Using numbers makes it harder to follow who is what, and can decrease the seriousness of what it's trying to entail. For example, you could just call 'em Bob, George, or, hell, call the third one Mr. Apocolypse for all I care.
Name them after the OS's , or Jack, Bill ,Jilly, Amber or what ever feels good Fishsticks is also a good name.
Nooowww this is a story all about how my friends got flipped turned upside down Now i'd like to write a wall just sit on the grass and i'll tell you all about how my friend became such a huge ass In the best minecraft server played and played In the nether is where i spent most of my days sweatin' out huntin' blazin'all cool and wrappin some spawners outside the lava pool when this one asshole guy who was up to no good started region up in my blazerhood we got in one little fight and we're friends for life we said " 'ey lets make a chat, cause no strife!" we whistled for two friends and when they came 'round we all said "A catacomb must be found!" If anything a catacomb was rare but friend three found it and said to us "get out my hair!" We got all the cool ranks architect and some warrior when friend three said why not be co-mayor? two friends left it was just us again then friend three became staff and moved me to the pig pen
Watkinni, I see you've made changes. And it is definitely readable now. My eyes aren't screaming from going blind anymore, good job.
Looks like we can make a poet out of this one. You should write some in game poetry and sell them in a chest shop. As for the story that started this fun. The way it was written made me want to stop. Never the less when given a chance, The story can be revised to so we can understand the stance.
