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Rob "Did anybody else find a strange book in a chest?" Preston asked as we made our way to the cobblestone room. "Wait, you found one of those things too?" Jerome gasped. "We did, too. It's like somebody planned this. But that's just me." Vikk added. (Much length, very long) ~¤~¤~¤~ The cobblestone room was only lit by a few redstone torches. It was very dim, but unlike the castle, It wasn't damp. It had no door, just an empty two block space. "Vikk, what did you mean by 'It's like somebody planned this'?" I asked. "Well, Rob, this is just very... odd. We all found the books, right?" It was true. We did all find the books. "Bu

Lachlan My head hurts... I sat up in a dark room, blinking against the blackness. I had no clue how I got here, and the temperature seemed to drop by the second. ''Where am I?'' I asked supposedly no one. ''I don't know,'' someone answered. ''Who are you?'' I asked. ''My names Vikk-'' ''Holy fudge! There's other people in here?'' I noticed a dim light coming from the end of a hallway. I stood up. ''No, your hearing things. Well, I'm Jerome.'' I started to walk to the light, my footsteps echoing around the room. I could now make out a lone torch on the side of the wall, illuminating five others, one still asleep on the floor. ''Where are yo

Grounded - - - - - - - - Jack was absolutely, one-hundred percent, panicked. Red lights flashed, sirens rang, and everything outside the windows blurred. He was no longer trying to save the ship, though. He was trying to save its sole occupant: himself. On any other day he would’ve been able to get the damned hunk of metal flying again, but that wasn’t the case. Having just been through hell and back, Jack thought he’d ended up with another hell at the end. Right now, all he wanted to do was be alone. Zero stress, zero anything. He only had one thought that wasn’t, “flip all these switches, one opens the esca