#new plot

A guy woke up in the middle of nowhere one day (have you guys read the Island by Max Brooks?) and has no idea what's going on. There are no blocks and no weird animated sheep, just a world that kinda works like minecraft. Slowly the mc discovers that he can break stuff, gather and build (a.k.a. mine and craft). He also finds out that he needs shelter for the night because creepy creatures roam around after sunset.

He finds a village, learns to trade, altho he does not understand the language of the people. He sets up a life eventually, farming, mining, trading and doing all that stuff.

One day he learns that there is a dragon that rules all three realms (from like an ancient book or something) and thinks "huh, I bet this dragon either knows how I got here and how to get me back to my old life, whatever it was, or has the power to do it!"

So he embarks on a quest to find the dragon, possibly meets some other people, stranded just like him and together they journey on, gear up, discover the nether, the fortress, the stronghold, the portal, the end...

... and they find that the dragon is hostile and since they can't turn back, they have to kill it. And after killing it, they come to the realisation that it didn't help them get home... but what even is home? Where is this home? Is the world they've learned to discover and master not home? Why would they even want to leave it, when there are still so many possibilities and things to see and do!

Because that's what's Minecraft ultimately all about. Neverending possibilities.

A picture of Bunty taken by them in the movie: "Flushed Away"

"Flushed Away" 2006

Plot (I told it myself): One day, all the pets in Buckingham Palace. Bunty is a young chicken with a light green jade necklace and an orange mane. When they took pictures of the animals, Bunty felt bored while they were taking pictures. After taking pictures, Bunty suddenly saw that their barn key had been dropped and they hadn't noticed. Bunty then hid the key. In the evening, everyone was gone to attend the ceremony tomorrow, Bunty successfully unlocked the iron cage and Bunty escaped into the ventilation duct so that they wouldn't bring her in for the ceremony. When Bunty escaped, suddenly Mrs. Tweedy was buying many new chickens and Mr. Tweedy was waiting outside. Bunty was trying to escape when Mrs. Tweedy discovered and caught Bunty in a cage and then, the couple go to Yorkshire. Bunty feels very sad that the two captured Bunty because the first time when Bunty only escaped the palace once. But at this time, Bunty met chickens like: Ginger, Babs, Mac, Fowler,… They felt happy because there was a new character and Ginger just wanted a plan to escape the farm. And Babs gives Bunty her new navy blue necklace and fixes her old mane, originally they were doing a mane makeover. Mac is confiding in Bunty but now she becomes brave. Fowler is just telling stories which makes Bunty a bit bored and they are becoming a team to get the escape plan from Tweedy Farm.

Spanish/Portuguese:

I AM FREAKING OUT!!!!!

I want this so bad aaaaaaa more story more sad more Sidon more Zelda more Link

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS!!!

Who else would think a Wayward Sisters discord rp would be fun? I'd love to play an oc I think about a lot, but we definitely need our main girls (and guys too of course, but maybe they just show up here and there so we can focus on girl power?) so you'd be more than okay with doubling up if you also wanted an oc. I only ask for no one-liners. I'm not great with using bots so someone would have to help me out with that, but I'd love this idea that these strong women work together to rid the world of bad guys. I was thinking it could take place while Dean and Castiel are still alive so that they can make appearances, (Sam, Eileen, etc. ) but we'd all have to collectively figure out what timeline we want. I'd like to keep it sort of canon so that it makes sense with the supernatural storyline as if we're seeing their pov during events. We'd probably keep the smut to a minimum, but I still don't feel comfortable with anyone under 18 joining as I'm 32 and swear like a sailor haha.

“Excuse me, what?” 

Shinzora tilted her head in confusion. A mother and child had walked into her store, and based on their clothing she could tell two things. First, they were out of country. And two, they were filthy rich. 

“How much for him?” The lady replied flatly. “Everything has a price. Name it.”

“Excuse me miss, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shinzora shook her head, not following where this was going.

Rain. Wet and cold. The broken pokemon understood the concept of rain, but actually feeling on her fur and skin was another matter. She was grown in a lab, born to be a weapon, a tool of death. However, she was defective. Something was wrong with her, and they deemed her unfit for the humans purposes. She barely managed to escape, but at great cost.

Her leg was busted, her jaw cracked open, leaving a trail of blood behind her as she fled into the forest surrounding the lab where she had been created. Her ribs were shattered and she had a nasty wound in her hind leg. Now that the adrenaline had worn off the pain was seeping in, along with how tired she was. The humans had experimented on her that morning but hadn’t given her time to rest before deeming to kill her, not that “rest” would have done her much good. If she wasn’t out of the tank doing tests, they were torturing her in the tank. She was tired, out of breath from all the running and sobbing and what came out of her mouth was a mixture of blood and what little spit she had left. She couldn’t continue. After one last step she collapsed on the ground, tears streaming from her eyes and mixing with the rain that washed over her. She had always drempt of what the world outside that tank was like, but she never thought that the first time she’d see it would be her last.  The broken shiny Silvally fell unconscious as the rain battered her. ---- About two miles away Ben was outside watching the rainfall. Or rather something within it. He had felt a strange disturbance starting about 30 minutes ago, an odd mixture of distress and elation. The purple Lucario had grown to trust his instincts, and right now those instincts were telling him to investigate.

He didn’t mind getting wet from the rain, so he grabbed his book of spells and notes and headed out the door. The cabin in the forest where he, his father and his mother all lived was quite quaint. Built about a month after he was born, it was the only home he’d known. Kalos was a friendly enough place to grow up, even if you were a battle mage like him. With the dreaded Puratarian Front gone and their plans to glass the planet in an effort to “preserve life” smashed about 5 years ago, there was nothing bothering him or his friends anymore. Sure there was still the odd cell of extremist to deal with, but they were far from organized enough to actually be a threat.