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Out of Sight, Out of Mind by UnintendedMango
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
24 Dec 2023
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Eret looked troubled. "I went along with him because he said it was all in good fun. This seems . . ." He paused, considering. "Extreme."
"And people are disappearing," added Puffy, her gaze landing on Sapnap. Sam was starting to appreciate her more and more. For all his play at naïveté, Bad knew how to pick good allies. This was already looking to be more serious than Sam had thought; he was going to need all the help he could get.
"So this is a coup," Punz deadpanned. "You want us to turn on our admin?"
Or: Seven players join their friend on his new server. But as Dream SMP grows and changes, and the original eight dwindles to seven and six, it becomes increasingly clear that the admin called Dream is not the same player who used to play manhunt with his friends. And when things go wrong on a private server, you can't just leave whenever you please.
Perhaps it's a good thing the old Dream never lived to see everything go terribly wrong.
***No cursing or graphic content, but this is a dark story containing horror elements, so be aware.
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- Part 1 of It's Not a Game
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- English
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- 5/7
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Bookmarked by KingAnisona
28 Dec 2023
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Ranboo opened his eyes. There was a man leaning over him, hands pressed to where the wound had been. There was still a lot of blood, and his robes were torn, but the stab wound was gone, not even a scar left behind.
The man’s hands were still glowing faintly. Ranboo looked up into red eyes framed by long pink hair, and he knew at once he was in the presence of a being far more powerful than himself.
Ranboo had never paid homage to anyone before, but he’d seen it done often enough towards himself. He knew the etiquette of showing fealty to higher beings. He forced himself up awkwardly, shoving his knees under himself before pressing his face to the ground.
“Wha—heh?” said the god, for what else could he possibly be? “Nah nah nah, none of that, kid.”
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One day, a man came with a sword and a vendetta, and the man with healing hands followed swiftly after, both of them together changing his world for good.
Series
- Part 8 of Apocalyptic Tales
Bookmarked by KingAnisona
03 Nov 2023