Random RolePlay

[GoldenLynx54]

I limped across the clearing. An arrow jabbed out of my leg in an odd angle. The grass was stained with blood and pieces of mobs. I saw Metazard follow, with Awesomeboo, challenger, kittens and Silver. I tried to move ahead, but the arrow sent a feirce pain in my leg. Kittens says to stop and look at it. "No." I gasp and sit on the furry grass. I look up at her. "We have to get to safety." My ears are twitching uncontrollably. My eyes widen. "More. More are coming! Not a few, but three whole patrols!" Challenger takes out a bucket of lava and some TNT. Kittens pulls an iron sword out of its sheath. Metazard takes a bow out with some arrows ready to use. Silver takes out a gold sword engraved with the words, 'Butter Lord'. "WAIT! We can use the Butter Portal! That will send us back to the Butter Base, where we can f I ally get some decent food!" Silver exclaims, holding out a raw, stinky porkchop. I sigh with relief. I grab my stone spade and dig a hole. "Uh, guys? We need water to make the portal." Challenger remarks. Silver stomps the ground. "We have to keep moving then." I pick myself up and prop against a tree. Now we could all hear the clanking of bones against armor, an the moans of the approaching zombies. we were surrounded by it. I try to scrabble up a tree, but to no avail. Then Kittens says, "How about we crouch in a hole and make that our base, and mine for iron to make a radio." The group nods agreement and I drop down, slightly hurting my leg, and dig out a formidable base. Chalenger sets to work making a mine because without music, we will die of boredom. Challenger calls to Awesomeboo and Meta and they head over to him. The bang of picks hurtles across the walls. Silver looks at my leg and says, "All it needs is some butter." Then she pulls out a stick and places it on my wound. The others come up with tons of iron and we make a radio for everyone but challenger. The End!