In Real Life.
Walking down the down the street, the hooded figure kept its head down. With hands in its pockets it moved swiftly, shifting around and struggling not to look at its surroundings. Everything was foreign and physically incorrect, so much different than where it came from, even the body it was in wasn't right.
Minecraft was nothing like this.
.:*:.
Minesis: Hello. Original greeting I know, but we need to talk. We normally wouldn't ask.
MMX: You might not even take us seriously, since we're from the very pixelated world known as Minecraft.
CCD: But you must know, we're trapped. Backwoods actually. We need help, and fast.
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The_Glitch-Interactive_Story_Line by XiamreallyboredX, literature
Literature
The_Glitch-Interactive_Story_Line
.: *The Glitch*:.
"MOVE IT! GO, GO, GO!"
Shouting and screaming filled the air, casting the town into utter chaos. No one knew what to do, for this had not happened in centuries.
A glitch. The word it's self was terrifying to say. This thing has torn apart cities, biomes, and even people. Quite literally, and in the most terrifying way. Only the highest trained people have ever handled glitches, but no one has been trained in this generation because everyone thought this part of history was over.
So who was gonna handle this? No security guys in hefty blacks suits, oh no. A mission like this required stealth. A glitch ripped apart the ver