How new? What are the specs? If you don’t know, then just get bedrock. Not much else you can do abt it.
I'm getting it on a tablet
If on mobile, then PE is Legally the only edition you can get. Unless you have a beefy android gaming phone. Then you cloud look into getting Java for mobile. It would have to be extensively modded tho…
Bruh. What are you talking about.
i no like when noah brakes my pc
I'm getting it on mobile.🤓 cuz my siblings broke my PC 😌
Mr Nobody, we take each other seriously. I have been playing Java and Bedrock for half a decade. I am a nerd. 🤓
if you are getting the game on mobile, only bedrock is available by default. you can mod it to support Java though. Anyways, if you are getting MC on console, you are screwed and have no choice. If you are getting MC on PC or Mac, you can get both Java and Bedrock in a single purchase! Let me know if you have any more concerns. May the Lord be with you all. If you are interested in customizing your game further once you have it, please let me know on TBT.
Seriously though. Are you getting MC on a computer, mobile, or console?
Stop pretending to be BTS change ur name back
such nerds just download Minecraft addons
We might get Minecraft this Saturday or christmas.... Hopefully this Saturday
Alsoo Noah I need some tips I have finally convinced my parents to let us get Minecraft. But I have no idea wut to do first likeee wuts Java and Bedrock I already know the basic stuff ig like how to build a base but likeee ur like an og Minecraft player sooooo
See I am a loyal reader.. Or whateva u called us 😁
Glad to know that there’s at least one person still reading.
Ehehehehehehehheeeheeehee
And then he lands on a potato 🤓
(Next Chapter)
Soaring after your weapon on wings, you aren’t sure quite where you are going to end up finding it. As you blaze through the Overworld sky, you recall how turbulent the past few years have been. As it stands, the Kholmite Empire and their international conglomerate lost the Continental War centuries ago, and never fully recovered from the humiliation of their defeat. A second war is brewing in the Overworld, and you might just be the key to stopping it. Not directly of course, but this war in the Abyss could just be a gambit to plunge all of known civilization into chaos. You are sure of it. All the patterns are there. But who would want that? What would anyone gain from having entire dimensions at war with each other? Only loss could occur. But maybe that’s the point. The only entity who would ever want that would be The Prince, but he has no power to influence the people of the Overworld. Well, not directly at least. You need to find whoever The Prince is using as a proxy and stop him or her. With force if necessary. Probably necessary.
You are so lost in thought that you nearly fly past your dragon as it stops. From your surroundings, you can tell that you’re somewhere in the Mining Archipelago, but you can take advantage of this. You see a mining colony. One with an Engaard Halo no doubt. These fast travel gateways were normally used to transport minerals back when these islands were still fully populated with resources. Now, they are an abandoned relic of a long gone age.
After landing, you find a large mine that your dragon takes interest in. You suppose that your pet didn’t get enough of sleeping in a large empty cavern all those centuries. Still, you hunt for a Halo and find one about the size of a minecart. It makes sense, these portals were used for the purpose of transporting ores, not people. You power it with all of this spare residual you seem to have. Wait, when did you become coated with all this residual? Never mind that, you need it now, and you need to get back to Allyeon. Maybe if you can regroup with some of your allies, you can figure out how to prevent this war instead of preparing to fight in one. With a wrenching pull, you wring the Engaard halo to be aligned with your residual and leap through the gap, folding your wings around you as you plunge into slitspeed.
It’s been a few minutes since your asset took off and the descent to the Aether has been nothing but a fiery blaze down through the atmosphere. You almost want to feel fire on your skin again. But it just sluffs off like trying to catch obsidian on fire. You can’t feel anything. You can’t get hurt from anything.
Well, almost anything.
You are about to come up on the Aether in about a minute, so you throw your mind to cloak your dragon in front of you and keep it safe and invisible to all sentient beings. There were none around that you could see, but with something like this, you can’t be too careful.
After a few more minutes, you see the Overworld. Well, a good chunk of it at least. Nothing but a gigantic ocean. An ice filled one at that too. How far north have you really gone? It doesn’t matter. What about your dragon though? A cold-blooded organism like that wouldn’t appreciate being surrounded by arctic waters when it can’t generate its own body heat. But it did survive being on fire from air compression for about half an hour of freefalling. Yeah, it’s basically fine. You’re overthinking this anyway. The giant reptile crashes into the water like a continent thrown onto a new planet. But just as you come to hover over the water, it bursts out of the water, glowing somnic lines flowing between its scales, and takes off. Something is wrong though. It’s flying farther north. No, wait, it’s flying in a great semi circle, north at first, but changing direction to go south. Towards Shattered Panthalassia. Why did it have to detour like that? You fly straight after it.
Just as you do though, you have a new idea. No, a mindset. You have no idea what these thoughts are, but they give you purpose. They give you meaning.
You have a plan right now, and that’s all that matters.
Where did you dragon go though?
I write this story and update it here for my loyal viewers to read.
I'm still grinding hehehe.
(Next Chapter)
POV Shifts
Through the eyes of TLX
The Sovereign stands like a mountain over you, blotting out the blinding sun of the Overzone like a storm cloud. You never thought you would have to summon a weapon such as this ever again, but it seems you thought wrong.
For the first time since you got here, you look around the endless gray flat surface of this floating island of the Overzone. You are certain this dragon here will shift the balance of the island as it walks around. The reason you stored your dragon here was because the lack of air makes it impossible for anything to fly here without just using pure levitation or something along those lines. As you stare across the great blank landscape of the island, a faint whisper in your ear rushes past across the dull gray plateau. Air. Just a faint whisper, but it is still up here.
A great groaning sounds from behind you and you turn to see the form of your sovereign moving towards the nearest edge of the island. It won’t be able to fly in this climate, so the only direction it can go is down. You can keep something like a dragon hidden for a time, but you need to figure a way to get it back into the Abyss where the real fight is. Currently, your ride is en route to collide with the Aether, and presumably the Overworld soon after.
You are tempted to call after your large reptile, but sound at this elevation is nearly nonexistent, due to the lack of air obviously. So you unfurl your own wings. Not of flesh, but of icariian metal, and dash after this weapon of mass destruction. You need to be in control of it.
It’ll be very interesting to see how this fellow plays into the story
An eerie silence reigns over the vast chamber as your slave takes in the severity of what you just said.
“Your brother? That’s impossible, he is an angel of heaven, just as you are.”
You glare in frustration before responding.
“Do you know what the terms of his punishment were?” you say. “I don’t think you do, slave. Any criteria that applies to a mortal other than conventional death itself will affect him. Were those not the words of Dleit’Cahd herself?”
The fallen angel looks down, mildly ashamed. You press on.
“This is our chance,” you continue. “We are not allowed to make more free will manipulation assets like this one, as per the final rules, but nothing prevents us from using existing leftovers like this,” you say as you hold up the particle higher. “Now, do as I say and find a way to get this into the reach of my brother.” you say while you slowly levitate the green glowing dot into the hands of your slave. “And Teccent,” you suddenly call his real name, “I will be watching.”
You let those last threatening words echo through the giant cell as he retreats from your gaze.
I am watching. Just as my master watches over me. The words seep through your mind this time. But they aren’t your thoughts, those are from someone else. They are being put into your mind.
I am watching you Osorae. Do this my way, or you know what happens.
The Void in your blood pulses with those last words. You had better not have just made a huge mistake.
Um, it didn’t load in the whole chapter…
.. My face before I read the story 😶 my face when I saw it 😆 my face after 😌😁🤩
(Next Chapter)
POV shifts
Through the eyes of ???
A coffin is meant to hold the dead. To bury those that have passed on. To remember them. But you were buried alive. No. You were not buried literally, you were cast down and out of heaven because you gave up everything to save him. To save your brother.
And it cost you everything.
You can partially control the Void now that -zyne- has given you limited control over it, but you still answer to him. You still are his servant. Not his slave though. You chose to work for him until Teln’Carah was freed. Then, you can be happy. But you aren't powerful enough just working as -zyne-’s pawn. You need to bend the rules a little bit. You need to make him suffer. Suffer in a way that no angelic being was meant to. Suffer in the ways of mortal man. And you can do it.
The whole entirety of the HKE answers to you indirectly. With all of them under your command, you have limitless assets to test how much power has Teln really accumulated over these past centuries. Using nothing but your mind, you call in one of your fallen slaves to carry out the second stage of your grand plan. From your coffin suspended by chains, you observe your slave quietly enter your cell. He stares up at you expectantly. He stares right into your black eyes. You don’t have to stare at him to know what he wants. Freedom. But you can take it away with the power of the Void in your mind. You can take away eternal freedom. Anyone with the Void can. Once they lose their freedom first.
“You sang,” he says, referring to your mental transmission.
“A mortal is a strange thing,” you think, not needing to speak.
“What would you have me do though?” he replies, still speaking out loud.
“Any mortal can be swayed to any side. It is ridiculous how they can choose anything over heaven. And yet,” you pause, thinking about your next idea,
“They can be swayed by any with the proper circumstances,” your fellow angel finishes for you.
“My thoughts exactly,” you joke at him.
You continue on, talking verbally this time. “My most expensive relic I have from the days of old is this,” holding up an aeron particle container. But the glowing orb is red instead of green. Not a normal particle. You remember that it carries a manipulative energy signature.
“This is the last of its kind,” you say as you cast a spell of illusion over it. Now, the particle glows green, as to be expected.
“The energy has the capacity to partially manipulate the free will behind the actions of a mortal being. Not severe enough to affect them completely, but just enough to amplify certain views they already had. So, whatever results of this is still very much the target’s fault. We will just give them a push in some direction.”
“And which mortal is your target, my lord?” he asks.
“My brother.”
An eerie silence reigns over the vast chamber as your slave takes in the severity of what you just said.
“Your brother? That’s impossible, he is an angel of heaven, just as you are.”
You glare in frustration before responding.
“Do you know what the terms of his punishment were?” you say. “I don’t think you do, slave. Any criteria that applies to a mortal other than conventional death itself will affect him. Were those not the words of Dleit’Cahd herself?”
The fallen angel looks down, mildly ashamed. You press on.
“This is our chance,” you continue. “We are not allowed to make more free will manipulation assets like this one, as per the final rules, but nothing prevents us from using existing leftovers like this,” you say as you hold up the particle higher. “Now, do as I say and find a way to get this into the reach of my brother.” you say while you slowly levitate the green glowing dot into the hands of your slave. “And Teccent,” you suddenly call his real name, “I will be watching.”
You let those last threatening words echo through the giant cell as he retreats from your gaze.
I am watching. Just as my master watches over me. The words seep through your mind this time. But they aren’t your thoughts, those are from someone else. They are being put into your mind.
I am watching you Osorae. Do this my way, or you know what happens.
The Void in your blood pulses with those last words. You had better not have just made a huge mistake.
Oh. Yeah. FRFRFRFRFRFRFRFR
yeah I have to live with it every day of my LIFE!😒
lol 🤣 take it from Haven she knows
lol he is like that sometimes..😏
Bruh.. Rian… that’s very……….. interesting?? Idk dude
im so immature sometimes. ;)
True true.. what si this group.. is it literally random chiz???
Sometimes yes sometimes no. All groups can be chaotic at certain and seasons tho
Oh? This group seems just a tad chaotic.. did I guess correctly??
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Oki my fingers r tired now I can't type no more
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Hehehehehehehhhe Noah guess wut 🥸 I got to hold Obsidian
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