Custom Stories!

[Mooclan]

Hi there!
I really enjoy writing, and have started a few writing projects. However, I still have a ton of free time that I can use to write.
So if you wanted a short story written, feel free to post an application.
These are generally fiction, but if you want I can make them non-fiction. They just might not be as good.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a professional writer, I'm just a kid who happens to enjoy it. I do them on spare time that I have, and my schedule isn't set in stone at any given point in the week.
Generally, they'll be 1-3 pages. If it's shorter or longer, I apologize in advance. I can't predict how much I'll write on a given subject.
Typical topics that I can think of off the top of my head would be based both in and outside of MCSG and Minecraft in general - Perhaps it is a day at a new job, an exciting round of MCSG, a love story, or meeting a famous YouTuber on a server. I am open to writing about things outside of Minecraft, but I may have incorrect information, depending on what it is.
Please include sufficient information for me to write it. If I don't have a lot of details, then I'll make stuff up - That will be dictated by my own imagination, not yours. So if you have a good idea but are bad at writing, then just submit your idea and I'll try to organize, edit, and/or rewrite it.

--Application--
The name of character(s) (Ex., Bob, Jimmy, or perhaps someone's username.)
Plot (You meet a YouTuber, have an amazing round of MCSG, fall in love with another player, etc.)
Setting (MCSG Map, IRL place, different server, etc.)
What happens (Conversation topics, quotes, other stuff you want me to include)
How much wiggle-room do I have to improvise? (Please elaborate)
Mood - Excited, sober, depressed, romantic, happy, mad, disturbed, funny, etc.
How long would you prefer it to be? (No promises, this is just for a general idea. I'll type them in either 11 or 12-point font. How many words, perhaps?)
First person, second person, or third person? (I walked down the street, you walked down the street, or he walked down the street.)
Other details! (This is where you put the stuff that I didn't ask but you want included. Make it count.)

Notes:

~I reserve the right to accept, decline or ignore any application. I'll try and tell you why if I do decline it, but I don't have to.
~I may ask for more information, after you submit an application. If that happens, it's probably because I forgot to ask something in the original application format, or your story has an unusual aspect to it.
~If I start writing it, but then stop mid-write, I'll give you what I wrote so far. You can, of course, finish it if you want.
~If I change something on purpose, then it was probably because I didn't understand it in your application, or felt that the story could benefit from that change.
~If you're unsatisfied with what I wrote, feel free to re-submit it. If I have enough time, I'll try and fix it. If I think that I did the best I could, I'll say so. If you find a grammar mistake, I'll try and fix it (Unless you do it yourself.)
~This is an experiment. I do not intend to accept a lot of applications.
~I will accept 2 applications, write them, and see if I think I can take more applications. If they took a long time or were difficult, then I'll probably have this thread locked. (Unless it was just those particular prompts that were tough)
~I will not do any of your homework for you. If you give me a prompt and I write it, then what you do with it afterwards is your business. However, if you are caught submitting it to a teacher without giving credit where it's due, then I won't be happy.
~If it's a love story, then you don't have to tell them that I wrote it (as long as you don't forget that I did.) I'm happy to help wherever I can, even if it means getting you a date (LOL.)
~Don't expect me to be an expert at writing. I have very little experience with writing things such as horror stories, as I am personally only afraid of one thing. Just as some artists have difficulty or little experience drawing things such as hands and gory scenes, writers also have their limits.
~I don't do art for stories. If I do happen to write an extremely good story, I know some artists in real life who might agree to do a quick drawing, but I don't include it in the original agreement.
~Please keep requests PG-13. I myself am still young, and refuse to write anything relating to a s*xual experiences. I will also sensor all swear words, generally replacing at least one letter with a *.
~If you want to help write these stories, either as a co-author or someone who takes a portion of the applicants and handles those requests, please PM me.
~I don't know if anyone has made a thread similar to this before. I did search for one, but didn't find one.
~Any constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Negative criticism may be reported. I'll try and take all criticism as best as I can, but I'm only human (And cow.)
~If this becomes successful enough (Which I doubt) then I reserve the right to charge for stories. I'll probably have 1-3 pages free, and prices according to length and/or detail.
~In relation to the above note - If I agree to a, say, 10 page story, but make it 11 pages, then I'll only charge for 10 pages. The 11th page will be free. If I agree to a 10 page story but only write 9, then I'll charge for only 8 pages (or you can ask that I continue to 10 pages, even if it's not as good.)
~If I did an amazing job and you want to donate (Or get a much longer story) then PM me, and we can try and work something out. Part of all funds I get (Up to a certain point) will be donated to a good cause (Check my signature [As of 9/27/13. I may change my signature.] to see what.)

Thanks for reading this thread! I'd appreciate any feedback, as I've never done anything like this before.
I emphasize the point that I am not a professional, and don't know how many I'll end up doing before I quit (if I do end up quitting.) I give no guarantee of quality, but at least you're not paying for them.
If I failed to point out anything, please point it out for me. I don't want to forget anything. I also wrote this thread at about midnight (As I've been doing for the past few days) and my mind isn't exactly clear. I will be writing stories at an earlier time in the day, so as to avoid mistakes.

I posted this thread in the Art Section because literature is technically a form of art.


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RC_4777

 

[BlitzCometITU]

Wow, never seen a thread like this, I suck at writing, and have no creativity, so no app for me. Good luck moolan.

 

[Mooclan]

Wow, never seen a thread like this, I suck at writing, and have no creativity, so no app for me. Good luck moolan.

c: I like your use of Moolan.

 

[ImTheNarwhal]

@Max5015
@KiNNEY_GaMES
@JustAHotDog
Move Please

 

[RC_4777]

The name of character(s) (Ex., Bob, Jimmy, or perhaps someone's username.) RC the Fabulous, Jerome, assorted baccas (use different bacca skins as characters, like business, angel, etc.
Plot (You meet a YouTuber, have an amazing round of MCSG, fall in love with another player, etc.) I discover Jerome and the Baccs in hiding after who they thought was Benja is killed. I reveal myself as the true Benja and lead them to a new age of prosperity.
Setting (MCSG Map, IRL place, different server, etc.) MCSG Survival server
What happens (Conversation topics, quotes, other stuff you want me to include) I find the hiding baccas and Jerome, they tell me how "Benja died, I tell them I am Benja, then lead them to build a massive fort with humongous spiked logs as walls and take over the server
How much wiggle-room do I have to improvise? (Please elaborate) A lot. Make us fight however you want and make it funny. Do put in a decent amount of battles against powerful people in survival
Mood - Excited, sober, depressed, romantic, happy, mad, disturbed, funny, etc. Funny/Epic
How long would you prefer it to be? (No promises, this is just for a general idea. I'll type them in either 11 or 12-point font. How many words, perhaps?) Maybe 2-3 pages. Don't stress over making it really long.
First person, second person, or third person? (I walked down the street, you walked down the street, or he walked down the street.)Third
Other details! (This is where you put the stuff that I didn't ask but you want included. Make it count.) I have the basics I wanted in the other questions. Make the baccas fanatically loyal to me after they discover I'm Benja, be sure to use diamond axes, and have me behead important people. Make sure to have the baccas speak bacc. Just have fun with the story!

 

[Mooclan]

Move Please

Oops, did I post it in the wrong section? =( Sorry

The name of character(s) (Ex., Bob, Jimmy, or perhaps someone's username.) RC the Fabulous, Jerome, assorted baccas (use different bacca skins as characters, like business, angel, etc.
Plot (You meet a YouTuber, have an amazing round of MCSG, fall in love with another player, etc.) I discover Jerome and the Baccs in hiding after who they thought was Benja is killed. I reveal myself as the true Benja and lead them to a new age of prosperity.
Setting (MCSG Map, IRL place, different server, etc.) MCSG Survival server
What happens (Conversation topics, quotes, other stuff you want me to include) I find the hiding baccas and Jerome, they tell me how "Benja died, I tell them I am Benja, then lead them to build a massive fort with humongous spiked logs as walls and take over the server
How much wiggle-room do I have to improvise? (Please elaborate) A lot. Make us fight however you want and make it funny. Do put in a decent amount of battles against powerful people in survival
Mood - Excited, sober, depressed, romantic, happy, mad, disturbed, funny, etc. Funny/Epic
How long would you prefer it to be? (No promises, this is just for a general idea. I'll type them in either 11 or 12-point font. How many words, perhaps?) Maybe 2-3 pages. Don't stress over making it really long.
First person, second person, or third person? (I walked down the street, you walked down the street, or he walked down the street.)Third
Other details! (This is where you put the stuff that I didn't ask but you want included. Make it count.) I have the basics I wanted in the other questions. Make the baccas fanatically loyal to me after they discover I'm Benja, be sure to use diamond axes, and have me behead important people. Make sure to have the baccas speak bacc. Just have fun with the story!

Okay! =) I'll start working on it.

 

[Mooclan]

@RC_4777

Here's the first part!
Titled "The Return of Benja" for now

Black suits, and black dresses filed down a line, in solemn observance of a funeral. Or, rather, bacc suits, as today, thousands of baccas mourned their leader, Benja. Outside the dome, even more players were in cheerful hysterics, held back only by a ring of stony-faced bacca-riot guards. As the procession reached its final destination, time seemed to stop. All was still for hundreds of blocks in each direction, and people waited in tense silence. A pair of baccas stepped forwards in unison, and lowered their leader to his earthen grave. Tossing flowers and other farewell-gifts, individuals stepped forwards and bid Benja farewell. As four blocks of dirt were respectfully lowered over the coffin, the riot outside grew to an unprecedented pitch, and a mass of people broke through the ring of guards.

Sprinting forwards, they advanced in a war-formation towards the graveyard. Three men stood in the front, and the one in the center shouted, “Good evening to you, men of the bacc. Greetings from JOEYGRACEFFA, our leader. We are here to claim this land for our mighty leader, and extinguish the bacca race.” At this, the men behind him spread out like a deck of cards, armed with heavy equipment. A small group of baccas, disorganized and clumsy, approached from behind. Without a signal or leader, they tried mustering the courage to repel the invaders, but lacked coordination.

With a single will, the men stomped once on the ground, and dared the baccas to approach. However, that single shaking of the ground caused a nearby building to shake, and a dark figure fell from the top floor. He stood up, and dusted himself off. Approaching the two parties, he coughed, and said, “Hello, my dear baccas. And your tidings are indeed good ones, men of JOEYGRACEFFA. For I am Benja, the real one. And I am glad to have this chance to extinguish you, pitiful beings.”

“Hah, nonsense. You’re probably only at 1 heart from that huge fall. You should have known better than to sit in so perilous a perch. Fool, prepare yourself. You bear no arms, nor do you bring with you a set of armor. And you were just buried, if I’m not mistaken. This world has no ghosts.” The JOEYGRACEFFA spokesman chuckled. Two warriors turned towards Benja, and casually walked over, weapons in hand.

“Ah, but you see, that is where you are incorrect. That fall? Yes, you saw it. From that building behind me. You are wrong. It did not deal me 9 hearts of damage, for it did 27. But that was a mere scratch to my total health. You are the fool, and the one who just died, in my eyes at least, for you have just signed a death-warrant. Behold! The power of the real Benja, RC the Fabulous!” And with that, he dashed forwards, crossing dozens of blocks in a mere split-second.

Lunging to the right, he yanked a soldier to the ground. Taking the iron axe, he slid it across the back of the fallen man, who disintegrated into tiny particles a moment later. Continuing on to the second knight, he feinted to the left, only to dash around from the right and behead him, with apparent ease. Slowly straightening up, he had a deadly grin on his face. Dramatically walking to the army, he stretched the arm that bore the murder weapon. Steadily gaining speed with what appeared to only be a walking stride, he rapidly closed the remaining distance. In the blink of an eye, he was above everyone, and fell upon his prey with the ferocity of a lion. Whipping the gleaming weapon back and forth between newly-bloodied bodies, he cut through iron armor like it was budder. His body a blur, weapons simply couldn’t touch him. In mere seconds, he had a brand-new diamond axe pressed against the neck of the spokesman, who now laid on the ground in shock.

“W-what? H-h-how is this even possible? We.. we were so… Joey said we wouldn’t fail! He said he had confidence in us.. no! We’ve failed Joey!” He choked, unable to continue.

“Simple. You dared challenge my loyal subjects. You dared to challenge me. For that, the punishment is death.” Benja, now known as RC the Fabulous, slowly let his new weapon taste flesh. Once the foul deed was done, RC stood up, and addressed all the stunned baccas. “Hello, baccas. I am your true Benja. I have awaited the day that you would bury the impostor, Mitch. He has done a horrible thing, turning my beloved baccas into his personal army. No, he is not Benja. Long ago, he stole the title from me through treachery. I would have claimed it long ago, but you, my dear baccas, would have been hurt in the process, for he was guarded by your kind. But alas, I have returned!”


Tell me what you think, and if you want any changes.
The 2nd part will be preparing for all-out war, and then the battle itself. There might be a part after that, about establishing his reign.

 

[RC_4777]

@RC_4777

Here's the first part!
Titled "The Return of Benja" for now

Black suits, and black dresses filed down a line, in solemn observance of a funeral. Or, rather, bacc suits, as today, thousands of baccas mourned their leader, Benja. Outside the dome, even more players were in cheerful hysterics, held back only by a ring of stony-faced bacca-riot guards. As the procession reached its final destination, time seemed to stop. All was still for hundreds of blocks in each direction, and people waited in tense silence. A pair of baccas stepped forwards in unison, and lowered their leader to his earthen grave. Tossing flowers and other farewell-gifts, individuals stepped forwards and bid Benja farewell. As four blocks of dirt were respectfully lowered over the coffin, the riot outside grew to an unprecedented pitch, and a mass of people broke through the ring of guards.

Sprinting forwards, they advanced in a war-formation towards the graveyard. Three men stood in the front, and the one in the center shouted, “Good evening to you, men of the bacc. Greetings from JOEYGRACEFFA, our leader. We are here to claim this land for our mighty leader, and extinguish the bacca race.” At this, the men behind him spread out like a deck of cards, armed with heavy equipment. A small group of baccas, disorganized and clumsy, approached from behind. Without a signal or leader, they tried mustering the courage to repel the invaders, but lacked coordination.

With a single will, the men stomped once on the ground, and dared the baccas to approach. However, that single shaking of the ground caused a nearby building to shake, and a dark figure fell from the top floor. He stood up, and dusted himself off. Approaching the two parties, he coughed, and said, “Hello, my dear baccas. And your tidings are indeed good ones, men of JOEYGRACEFFA. For I am Benja, the real one. And I am glad to have this chance to extinguish you, pitiful beings.”

“Hah, nonsense. You’re probably only at 1 heart from that huge fall. You should have known better than to sit in so perilous a perch. Fool, prepare yourself. You bear no arms, nor do you bring with you a set of armor. And you were just buried, if I’m not mistaken. This world has no ghosts.” The JOEYGRACEFFA spokesman chuckled. Two warriors turned towards Benja, and casually walked over, weapons in hand.

“Ah, but you see, that is where you are incorrect. That fall? Yes, you saw it. From that building behind me. You are wrong. It did not deal me 9 hearts of damage, for it did 27. But that was a mere scratch to my total health. You are the fool, and the one who just died, in my eyes at least, for you have just signed a death-warrant. Behold! The power of the real Benja, RC the Fabulous!” And with that, he dashed forwards, crossing dozens of blocks in a mere split-second.

Lunging to the right, he yanked a soldier to the ground. Taking the iron axe, he slid it across the back of the fallen man, who disintegrated into tiny particles a moment later. Continuing on to the second knight, he feinted to the left, only to dash around from the right and behead him, with apparent ease. Slowly straightening up, he had a deadly grin on his face. Dramatically walking to the army, he stretched the arm that bore the murder weapon. Steadily gaining speed with what appeared to only be a walking stride, he rapidly closed the remaining distance. In the blink of an eye, he was above everyone, and fell upon his prey with the ferocity of a lion. Whipping the gleaming weapon back and forth between newly-bloodied bodies, he cut through iron armor like it was budder. His body a blur, weapons simply couldn’t touch him. In mere seconds, he had a brand-new diamond axe pressed against the neck of the spokesman, who now laid on the ground in shock.

“W-what? H-h-how is this even possible? We.. we were so… Joey said we wouldn’t fail! He said he had confidence in us.. no! We’ve failed Joey!” He choked, unable to continue.

“Simple. You dared challenge my loyal subjects. You dared to challenge me. For that, the punishment is death.” Benja, now known as RC the Fabulous, slowly let his new weapon taste flesh. Once the foul deed was done, RC stood up, and addressed all the stunned baccas. “Hello, baccas. I am your true Benja. I have awaited the day that you would bury the impostor, Mitch. He has done a horrible thing, turning my beloved baccas into his personal army. No, he is not Benja. Long ago, he stole the title from me through treachery. I would have claimed it long ago, but you, my dear baccas, would have been hurt in the process, for he was guarded by your kind. But alas, I have returned!”


Tell me what you think, and if you want any changes.
The 2nd part will be preparing for all-out war, and then the battle itself. There might be a part after that, about establishing his reign.

It is fabulous, just like myself ! Keep up the good work, I love it!

 

[Mooclan]

It is fabulous, just like myself ! Keep up the good work, I love it!

I completed the second part! I ended up changing it, and simply couldn't live with myself if I made the baccas speak as they normally do.. I would have felt bad if I made them talk in bacc-speak ;-; i sorry

I changed the plot, also. I didn't really plan on doing this until I was about to start on the second part.
Sorry for not following the application as well as I should have, but I hope it's good enough that you forgive me

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A single voice resounded through the silent graveyard, and a single bacca walked forwards to stand in front of RC. The original bacca, Jerome. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Or rather, who? Why, I believe it’s the mighty king, Benja! Welcome back, m’lord. Three cheers for Benja!”

As one, the baccas roared their approval. Bowing, RC whispered to Jerome, “Quick, I need to know what I’ve missed. I haven’t spoken to you in too long, my good man, too long.”

Jerome responded in an equally low tone, “We may not have much time, m’lord. There’s still a giant mob outside the dome, and all they could see from there is that Joey’s men fell, while we’re still standing. Mitch ruined the baccas, he did. Turned them into a horror-story in themselves. Are you sure you’re up to the task of righting their wrongs?”

Standing, RC walked closer to the baccas, and announced, “People of the bacc! I come to you today as your new Benja! But before we can celebrate and fix whatever has gone wrong, we must first escape. I ask that you take a weapon and suit of armor from one of the people that I have slain here before you, and help get everyone suited up. You shall need all the firepower and protection that you can get. Please give elders and children the Protection IV armor, and take for yourself according to your needs. We will have to move swiftly and effectively in order to escape this confinement, and for that we need potions. I have with me a set of Swiftness potions, which I will distribute. Once we are all suited up, please approach a bacca with a potion, and right before we all move out, we’ll have the potions splashed onto ourselves. Does everyone understand?”

After hearing their confirmation, he approached Jerome again, who had just finished showing a baby-bacc how to swing an axe like a true man of the bacc. “Ho, there, Jerome. Good to see that baccas still hold axes as a sacred instrument of true power. Before we set out, I need to make sure that you know where I’ll be taking everyone.”

Jerome looked up, and slowly replied, “Wait, no. Surely, you can’t be serious.”

“I am. Very much so, in fact. I intend to take it as our own before the night is up. But I need to make sure that you know what to do while I’m gone.” RC gravely confirmed. “You know I’ve done little but wait for a good opportunity to take back the throne. This is part of it, for what is a king without a kingdom? I have two agents working an inside job. They’re loyal, but they’re not baccas. I have promised them both a life on the outskirts of the kingdom, hidden from the view of baccas. Once this is all over… but that is still a long way to go, so for now we must deal with the issues of the present. I need you to take our people, and bring them back to the farmhouse until later tonight. Once I’ve emptied the new place, I’ll send a message-pig. You can handle it - have faith in yourself, if only because I have faith in you.”

“This would be a suicide mission from anyone aside from you… Out of curiosity and concern for your safety, will you answer one thing? How did you defeat those bastards? Twenty-seven hearts? That’d kill me nearly three times over! And your speed!? I’ve never even seen Mitch stand up that fast when someone told him they had a beer for him. What in the blazes was that?”

“Oh, that? I have custom feather-falling boots, sold to me by an Administrator, altered to look like my feet. I used a diluted invisibility potion to make the blurred-appearance. No one, to my knowledge, can actually move that fast. However, I still have increased my speed insanely. I still doubt Mitch would be able to keep up with me, even in the prime of his life.” Unbeknownst to Jerome, those were sugarcoated lies. RC had, in actuality, worked tirelessly for years to hone his resistance and other skills, to a point where he took absolutely no damage from a diamond sword.

Walking away, he looked over his new comrades with a sense of pride, knowing that they would soon know the monstrosities and lies that the fake Benja had hidden behind, and that he had been able to help his beloved baccas.

He reached the stairs of the graveyard officer, and addressed the congregation. “Can I have your attention, please! I’m seeing that you all are ready, and so we will begin to distribute the splash potions. Every splash potion must be used on at least 10 baccas, as we do not have unlimited resources. As soon as you are splashed, please face the north. I will be at the front, and try to clear a path. Our dutiful bacca guards have been instructed to aid in our assistance, and will protect from the sides and rear, while I myself will defend the front. If at any time you fall behind, do not hesitate to let us know. No bacca left behind!” As the crowd separated into smaller groups, he handed out the potions, and headed north, where he found an old comrade, xTopBacca.

Surprised to see him, he called out, “Hullo, xTopBacca! What have we here? A real, live member of the original baccas? Wow, this is indeed news. I could only ask so many questions of dear Jerome, so I’m afraid I must ask you some things.”

“Why, Benja! It is so good to see you again. You’ve no idea how thoroughly Mitch trashed our kind. We’re disrespected by nearly all! You must save us, as you’re the only one who can. I trust you have taken the appropriate steps, eh?” xTopBacca smiled, and rubbed his paws together. He quickly splashed his potion on a few children, and hurried over to the front lines, where he could talk to Benja easier.

They chatted for a few brief seconds, and then RC had to shout “Advance, my baccas! To freedom, to safety, and to redemption!”

Charging forwards, RC swung his axe overhead. As they reached the line of riot guards, the guards converged on them, forming a tighter defense. Confident in his comrades, the fighter quietly disappeared. Slipping through the gaps in bodies, he twisted and turned, and soon emerged, disguised as just another player who had gotten low on hunger, and needed to return to their home for the day.

Traveling by minecart was efficient, but only if you’d already had tracks lain. His lonely journey was over rough lands and through vast mountain ranges, so he preferred his steed, Wert the Pig. Straddling the mighty beast, he soon arrived in front of a massive wooden fortress.

Protected against griefing by cleverly exploited server features, the building had done nothing but grow in the time he’d been absent. Walking in casually, he was greeted at the door by an armed, but slacking, guard. RC took careful note of the strengths and weaknesses, and who roamed where. Clearly, politics had changed, as there were many new people in the most sought-after rooms and lounges. Due to Mitch, the impostor Benja, dying, people had been drinking extra nausea potions, unaware of the Benja that was walking through their midst. He walked over to the main hall, where his soon-to-be throne would rest.

Moving over to a gloomy hallway, he pulled aside a random passerby, covering their mouth with a handkerchief that he’d lifted from an inebriated woman. Pulling out his axe, he muttered to them, “Listen here, mister. I need you to do me a favor. Do it, and you’ll be paid well. Fail, and you die within the hour. It’s very easy. Walk to the main hall, and shout ‘Benja has returned,’ and nothing else. Got it? Now go.”

The intimidated stranger, knowing very well that baccas loved axes, did as he was told, and soon a throng had gathered around him, threatening him with various punishments if he didn’t say that Benja had died. With the people distracted, RC stalked over to the hidden armory, and donned the best suit of armor they had. Preparing his axe and health potions, he walked over to the main hall, and yet remained unnoticed.

Standing on the stage, he muttered, “System announcement! ‘The True Benja has returned!’” and waited as the server followed his command. A small group of drunkards, noticing it was him who said it, walked up and uttered slurred foul oaths at him, but were too stoned to realize what was happening. A guard, noticing the commotion, walked over, and realized only too late what had taken place. RC leaped forwards, axe drawn, and let it do its work.

Finishing up in a matter of seconds, he walked out of the room, blood dripping from the blade. He made another system command, this time to teleport everyone within the building in front of him, guard and civilian alike. When people realized he’d done it, they ran towards him, fists flying and weapons flashing. But just as before, the one true Benja dashed around, hewing necks with the grace of a dancer. Glancing around, he estimated there to be something near to 46 people in the room aside from himself. He activated a custom skill, known only to himself, which he dubbed ‘The RC_4777’, which allowed him to flow from slice to slash with minimal effort, as a single movement, rather than making each blow an individual slash. Ducking, he knocked the legs of a pair of people together, causing them to fall into three others. His mind went on auto-pilot, sliding his blade along from one stance to another, as an extension of his soul. Damage potions served where sheer numbers were troublesome, and he gradually decimated the opposing force to less than ten. Looking for his two agents, he located them at the back of the room, standing in awed silence. Walking over to the last remaining foes, he quietly beheaded their stunned bodies.

Picking up items as he walked towards his agents, he said, “Hello, HalfSquirrel and Arena Master. I see you’re still in good health. You may take your leave now. You’ll find the houses prepared as we agreed, fully stocked. If you do so desire, feel free to take any items from the slain. You’ve earned all we agreed on, and more. Consider it my apology for exposing you to such a slaughter.”

After cleaning up and locking the gate, RC retired to his old chambers, untouched and unseen since his exile.





I'll continue this. It's been pretty fun.
I won't be home much tomorrow (Today? Sept.28th. I forgot it's past midnight xD) as I'll be driving somewhere for several hours, but after that I should be able to write again.
If all goes according to plan, the next (3rd) part will be about gathering the baccas in this fortress, making sure that the baccas are trained enough to overcome JOEYGRACEFFA, etc.
It'll be the finale
Sorry for making the battle scenes so short; I wanted to make them longer, but couldn't quite find a way to write more without having to write out each individual kill.

As always, if you see a mistake or something that you want fixed, please let me know.