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Double Life but it's me and my friends

Summary:

Fourteen friends have been taken from their server(s) and dumped into this new one. They are used to this, having gone through two death games before but now there's soulmates? Man, I guess we'll have to see how this goes.

(In other words? Me and one group of my friend are replacing the Double Life crew and I'm shoving us in. Things will stay the same, things will change, I haven't written in months. Let's see how well I can write this.)

Notes:

For all of you crazy folks in the CakeWithRage server. I still find it hilarious that I'm writing this while making the animatic based on an actual Double Life animatic. And to my other friends reading this... honestly, it's funny how I got here.

Gabs and Rage ---> Grian and Scar
Drink and Zen ---> Joel and Etho
Vixy and Kiwi ---> Scott and Pearl
Jul and Yuzu ---> Cleo and Martyn
Rice and Izumi ---> Impulse and BDubs
Hybean and Daiko ---> Ren and BigB
Onyx and Cyprain ---> Jimmy and Tango

Chapter 1: Background Info

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          So, this is based in the Minecraft world, and I will be playing by those rules. Everyone will have an inventory to store items, with the items that are normally in their hot bar will be on their person. People will say “taking damage” but get injuries and pain. So, this story will be full of Minecraft terms, like “spawned in” and “mobs”. Everyone will travel between worlds, called servers, and there is a main hub where there are portals to different servers. On these servers, there are people with powers to spawn things in themselves called admins; these people make sure that nothing happens to the server and that their players stay safe. Home servers are where the players mainly live. Everyone also has communicators that let them message others on the server and, if one swaps comm numbers, others off the server. The comms also allows for others to see who is on the server.

          Now for a bit of background, I imagine all of us are taken from our home server(s) and brought to this one. This has happened before, with servers we called Third Life and Last Life, which were also death games. We wake up alone with a single message from the server itself; “You all have been selected for another game. Unlike previous times, you will now share health and damage with another, a soulmate. Three lives shared. One dies, both die. We await to see who will be the last one standing.”

          With that, we all set off to compete in this game, hoping that it just might be the last.