Anyway, check back for updates... PLEASE!Day Unknown - Date Unknown
I've been walking, building, surviving. As I write this, I'm sitting on top of a small structure Warlock made with a campfire I made. There's something, some monstrous thing shooting arrows at us. Could it be the natives? No. I haven't got a good look at it, but I it burns in the sunlight. I guess.... I guess I'm writing this to keep my head together, so I should go back to the beginning of the story.
Some days ago, I'm not sure how many, I awoke on a piece of wood, a splinter in my back. I was hurt, but could walk alright.
I surveyed the area and a memory came back to me, a shipwreck. That was my only memory so far. I explored the ruined boat for a while before I heard voices. Other people... swam to land but could no longer hear them.
I walked for a while, and found ruins. Bits of wood scattered the ground.
After continuing my journey, I found another area with a cobble wall and a large hole in the middle. Along with that, I found someone I remembered. Back when life was good, it was Duduf. With the memory of Dud, I received another memory, my mall. The mall which I had back in New Escapia. But that's a forgotten memory now.
Duduf soon left, and again, I was alone. I continued further and eventually found a small area with flat ground and a nice waterfall. I set up camp there, flattening the land a bit more and stumbled upon two more travelers, Warlock and Filmmaker. They two had nowhere to live, so the three of us set up camp. Eventually, it became night, and with my new wood from the trees, I built us a small room to hide in.
I must go now, there are more coming.
New Day
It's a new day, or night, I should say. Warlock and I got to work on the new camp area and now have two buildings in the making. I'm on the roof of the first writing this. I just spotted a spider squad go by and I can hear zombies. This is our New Camp now. I should go back to where I was.
Back in the old camp, we worked each day to build and eventually had multiple farms, traps, forests, and safe rooms. It was great, but the mobs were attacking. Even with our wall and lit up areas, they would get in, and eventually, they ruined too much. Filmmaker revealed his name was Luke. I'm not sure how much Warlock or Luke remember, but I'm starting to gain memories. I remember the panic when the ship was crashing. I remember more people from New Escapia, I remember Old Escapia too.
So, while Luke was away, Warlock and I decided to find a new camp. We brought as much as we could with us, and would come back later for Luke and the other items.
We found another traveller, Byroe, who wanted to help. Unfortunately, I fell down a large hole, nearly dying, and Byroe tried to help, only to fall in, resulting in his death. I held a moments silence for him, but it was getting dark, so Warlock and I had to move. Warlock helped me out, and the sun began setting, so we quickly set up camp in a small valley. I created a wall of fire while Warlock finished the cobble building.
So now, I'm sitting here, waiting for morning. I hear spiders outside, I must go now.
New Day
As I write this, I'm on Frostee's roof. I met him today when travelling with Givemeabreak to Solake to receive some coal from Abysia. Break and I had a perilous journey there, but we made it and reached safety. I had been in our new Camp which I think we're calling Pandora IV after the other Pandora's. However, I fell and lost consciousness underwater and woke up back at the ship wreck. Could these 'monsters' have taken me back? At that point, I met Break and we began our journey.
I'm back in Pandora now with Warlock. I woke up from Frostee's place and explored Solake some more before heading back to camp. There were plenty of these 'monsters' but I still didn't get a look at them. I've decided to make my main goal to find the secrets of this island, then I'm going to find a way to get back home.
I'll begin soon, but first I'm going to question the others about what they know...
New Day
Well, I got lost again. Duduf found me and asked if anyone wanted to help him with a project. I agreed to help out and found myself with smooth stone and multiple diamond pickaxes. He asked me to help him make a tunnel from Her's place to something called Vault 88. I spent ages working by his side, and finally, we finished. The tunnel was flooded and became a canal, and I returned back to camp where I'm writing this now.
I also wrote a small document for review by the people as to the 'rules' of warfare if one such war was ever to break out. So now I'm here, happy with some cooked pork, tools and armour, on the roof again, but still...
Something feels wrong.
Something's missing...
The people, it's like they don't care... They don't want to leave. Nobody has built boats, well none that fit in the ocean, I'm worried they don't want to leave. They've built these amazing structures, perhaps they want to stay with them... I've got to get out of here, I need to get home.
New Day
We're leaving. I'm not sitting here like the others, stuck in this place. These ruins, they're enough to send a chill down my spine and tell me this is dangerous. The people that lived here before, what happened to them? No time to think about that, we're going. I can't write for long. We've arrived on new land and are inspecting it. I must go now, it's getting dark, we don't want a repeat of the boat accident that occurred last night. We lost some of the group then, I'm not letting it happen again.
New Day
Too much to write down, so little time. It's all crazy... We were heading to freedom, to Escapia, but then... This. We've been shipwrecked on this... this new land and it's the most confusing place yet.
The people here are identical to those back at our land where we originally woke up in the shipwreck. I'm not even sure if Warlock or Rbk are the real ones, or just 'clones'. We were heading up the ocean, a storm hit, and now we're here. These people are also building, surviving. My journal is getting wet, I need to keep it away while it rains. I will begin work on a ship to escape soon...
New Day
I haven't had enough time. I've been so busy with everyone else... We set up a base camp after escaping that other place. The people were so strange, and they seemed impossible to talk to. We decided against bringing them back to the others, it'd just make things more confusing.
We believe we're getting close to Civilization. We've found some ruins, and at one point, a lone torch which nobody had placed. What happened? Escapia was huge, how could it be so hard to find?
While exploring I had another dream with a memory. It was of the ship, moments before the chaos. We were talking, I was standing with Rbk discussing our booming business in my mall and how we planned to spread it out further. Things were great. Next to me, Bealz stood, offering to help out some more with redstone.
I remember seeing someone there though... Someone I hadn't seen in a long time. In my dream, I couldn't see them properly, but I sub-consciously knew they were once a great friend. Then the screaming began. I didn't know what was happening, and I still don't know what caused the shipwreck, but panic ensued. The mystery person turned, but before I could see them, the ship broke in half, propelling me deep into the ocean.
I woke in base camp and did some patrolling before writing this. I have a long journey ahead...
New Day
Oh God, I don't have the time, I shouldn't be writing this, but I have to.
This could be the end for me, for all of us. They're growing, and what I've seen here is... unexplainable. How can this be true? I need to go back to the beginning, I need to REMEMBER.
I was on the boat. THE boat was burning. Flames were burning through the roof and then it stopped. Then I woke. BEGINNING, I need to start from the beginning. We had boarded the ship. WHY?
Argh, I can't, it hurts to think back that far.I need to COMPARE. Compare what I know of the BEGINNING to the PRESENT.
How did we live back then? How did we manage this? How is this possible? They can't have caused this much damage. There has to be a link. The artifacts, the shipwreck, the new government, CUT, the rebels, the ANGELS OF DEATH. But what is it? There must be some explanation.
The Angels of Death, I suspect they're behind this, but then, why did they only do half the damage? How did they even get here? They were trapped where we landed. Somehow, they MUST have made it back here, just like me. Perhaps CUT has something to do with this...
I'm alone now, sitting by a fire, but I hear them. The constant running. They can't come here now. They know that coming here is certain death.
LOL. P.s. how did u survive the fall?
