War Of Two - Minecraft - PrequelPrequel synopsis(For those of you familiar with Minecraft you should know the names of the characters,if not then Ill make it so all people may understand):
So way back when,lets say 5,000 years ago,when their were sacred Indian tribes and primitive objects,came a day in history that changed everything.One day a Villager Librarian heads out of his village, after seeing a light arise over the lake that their village is close to. He walks to it noticing that it wasn't just a light,it was an egg. So he takes the floating egg to the head off the village,the Villager Preist. He walks through the village to see that the Priest has been waiting for him,with two sides of Farmer Villagers and the Priest Villager waiting to see what the Librarian has found.After receiving this egg,the Priest then leaves with a special group of villagers to a sacred alter in another Villager City,which is connected to their home village through a tunnel. They go unto the alter,now with others of this special vill
Hanako - Chapter 1
~ The Beginning
A small girl is seen running through the forest with no more than a ragged old cloth to cover her body. A few groups of men wearing lab coats are also running closely after the girl, which seems to be about eight years old. The girl slows down finding herself at a dead end, with nothing but an old, raggedy, broken down wooden bridge in front of her, joining the two cliffs together. The men catch up to her as she tries to back up on to the bridge. She backs up as the men inch closer.
“It’s okay, just come on back.” one of the men says, inching his way closer.
The girl nods her head left to right and keeps stepping back. She places her hands on her head as if it was some type of trauma.One of the men pushes a smaller man towards the bridge, not trying to risk their lives.
Nervously, the man walks onto the bridge and he holds his hands out as if he is about to grab her, until suddenly, she yells. Though, it did not seem like it was the man that made her s
Case ZIn a dark room, a man runs his hands through some papers and sighs, while putting his hand on his head.
“I don’t get it.” the man says hitting the top of the table with his fist.
“Ralph, don’t you think you’re stressing a bit over this case?” another man said entering the room.
He was old and looked like he was in his mid-forties; he wore a gray suit and a pinstriped hat, and he was bringing in coffee, which looked just brewed.
“No, I just don’t understand, John. This killer or whatever he calls himself leaves no evidence of his murders, and yet he kills every month.” Ralph said while taking the coffee John had forcefully.
“Well, how about you take a break? John suggested.
It’s been a long day, and I think a good night sleep will do you some good.” He said rubbing Ralph on the back.
“Yeah, maybe your right. It’s been one heck of a day.” Ralph said after drinking a bit of his coffee.