Bookworms app thread

You mean Write? Lol the Irony.

 

ING: a bit obvious, don't you think?

Age: 15

Have you ever been banned form the server?: no.
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team?: I used to be, yes.

Is english you're first language?: yes.

What do you think you can bring to improve our organisation?: I love to write. When I join your club, I will write tons of fiction and mystery novels. It's so fun!!

Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organisation?: yes.

Any reasons you think you might not be chosen?: I was demoted from the wiki team..?

Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...)

The Story of Great Sir Monkeybutt to his Residency...

I joined the server in late August, having nobodies what this server was about, and running around asking noob questions. I see a person named GEDALYA walking towards a portal, and I call to him, saying, "hey GEDALYA wanna build with me". It takes a bit of hesitation, but he agrees. I walk to a portal (this is at a spawn we had months ago) next to a wall that had the word "WILD" written in green wool. But! Before I even enter the portal, a man named Sios calls to me and my building partner. At first we ignore it, but when we are force tp'd to him, we decide to follow. At the last second, one more builder (coltonevans1221, a person that has not been on for months) joins the group. We exit out a portal. Our adventure begins...


Part 2



After trying out a few abandoned homes (one being a dirt hut with a single crafting table) we find refuge in a forest with an abundance of wood. Using our fists and sheer strength, we cut a couple of trees down. A few yards away, I see colton, cutting down trees too. Being the nice person I am ( xD ), I ask him to join us in the construction of our soon-to-be wild city. He agrees straight away. We start our building, with Rezonl and HDvorteX watching our every move.

1 week later...

Our house is built, along with a watchtower and a reed farm. We have sold a plot for money that we all share evenly. Nothing much else happens really. All is peaceful. Until the day...

I log on, ready for another great day of minecraft. But nothing looks good... Our reeds are gone. There are holes scattered all around the house. Our ladders are gone. I was angry. Angrier than you could imagine. Immidiately, I call up Sios, my mentor and my idol. He gives me the name, and as soon as I see him, I ask him why he griefed. Eventually, he apologizes and agrees to return my stuff he griefed.

3-4 weeks later...

A SeniorMod named bkchaney (yes, we had those) asks me, "How much money do you have, monkey?"

Quietly but excitedly, I respond 2k. Amazingly, I see the green letters of $13000 has been received from bkchaney.

That was the happiest day of my life. Well, one of them.

That. Is my story. Written on my phone. Took half an hour.

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ING: BurnsBrightly
Age: 28
Have you ever been banned form the server?: No
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? No
Is english you're first language? Yes
What do you think you can bring to improve our organisation? Good writing, I hope.
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organisation? Sure.
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? You tell me .
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...)
Have you read and agreed with our rules? Yes

Here are two short excerpts. One if from a sci-fi short story I'm working on, and one is from a children's story I'm writing. Both are in early draft phases, and have not been proofread. I can provide samples of earlier work as well, if you would like.

Life on Solis

I follow Zon’s lead and we make our way into an elevator. “If you were to take off your glasses, Mr. Earley, you could see the beautiful view.” “Eh, I think I’ll keep them on,” I reply. A few seconds go by and we are at the bottom floor. “Here we go, the exit is behind you, Mr. Earley.” I turn around to see that the wall of the elevator is gone. Three hundred feet or so away, I see some yellow boats floating in the water that look like...taxis? I guess I’m taking a water taxi. Why would I be taking a water taxi? We make our way towards the yellow fleet. “Ok, Mr. Earley, here we are. I’ll now take back the glasses. I take the glasses off. Again, I feel some kind of energy force, and the glasses are pulled from my hand. Zon leaves them floating beside him. The taxi door opens vertically like a DeLorean. “Have a nice trip, Mr. Earely.” “Thank you…Zon? It’s Zon right,” I ask. Zon literally roles his eye and says, “Sure, Mr. Earley, that’s what I am...Zon.” “Okay, thanks,” I say awkwardly.

I get into the taxi and the door closes automatically behind me. I look out the window to get one last look at that amazing thing I just encountered. Zon is moving at a very fast speed and within a second he is back in the elevator. His speed of travel before was obviously a service to me. Wow. “Destination, New York Harbor,” a female voice says in a pleasant tone. “Uh, yes, thank you,” I reply in anticipation of another “robot,” since I see no human in the vehicle. Nothing responds. Okay, I think to myself. We begin to move forward and I am again mesmerized by the architecture. (more architectural description?) As we begin moving further away from the buildings I start to wonder. Where are we? Isn’t this New York? Shouldn’t there be more buildings? Was there a terrorist attack, or war? I’m confused. As the buildings begin to fade out in the distance, I yell out, “Wait, was that an island?” “That is (name?) island. An artificial island built in 2030 with the purpose of housing a state of the art medical facility and research institution. The island supports the facility’s workers with a self-sustaining environment and community,” the female voice says as if it were giving me a tour. “Artificial island?” “Yes, artificial islands became a reality when the first one was built near the coast of (where?) in 2022. Most of them serve as a means of governmental and societal experimentation. No laws apply in international waters, so beings have the ability to form any kind of societal structure they wish. (?) island (the island Sebastian was just on) is able to achieve some miraculous things with very little restriction on it’s research institution,” the voice explains. Why did the voice use the word “beings” I wonder. “What? How can we allow people to do anything they want? That sounds…dangerous!” “Some agree with you, and there are initiatives that are fighting for a world government to unite the islands and Zepplins under one governmental umbrella.” “Zepplin, I ask.” “You are being dropped off at New York Harbor to get on the Zepplin, Solis.” What on earth, I wonder. The voice must have misunderstood my question.

As soon as I’m about to further query for information on Zepplins, an immensely huge structure begins to fade into view. It appears to be oval, or cigar-like in shape. As we move closer it continues to appear larger than what seems humanly possible. With each second, I’m amazed beyond what I ever thought possible. I don’t think I could be more amazed than I already am, but each second proves me wrong. I begin to realize that the structure is an awe-strikingly huge blimp-like vehicle. The sky has disappeared from view and I still can’t even see the entire thing. It has lights evenly dispersed around the outside that must be a substitution for the sunlight it’s blocking. The environment isn’t dark in the least bit. The lights are super bright, but they don't hurt my eyes at all. For the first time that I can remember, a genuine gitty feeling flows through my body. I have no idea what is inside that thing, but to be in the presence of such a huge man-made structure injects a feeling of awe, excitement, proudness for my race, and a strange inner peace I’ve never felt before. Weirdly, I feel more at home than I ever have.

Bing is Afraid to Sing


Hello boys and girls, animals, and other things.
Bing is going to sing, so please make sure you’re listening.

Like all birds that can flap a wing, Bing must sing for all things.
It’s a rite of passage, coming of age kind of thing.

With a bit of skill, a touch of luck, and a dash of might,
This song just might come out right.

………. (song sounds horrible)
Tweedle Dee tweedle bright bright….putter putter putter fright fright fright.

Instead of a dash of might, a bit of fright just might be what bing feels tonight.

What is it Bing? Why can you not sing?
Bing “I don’t know swing (swing is a monkey). I tried to bring my best sing.”

“But trying to sing isn’t working for me or anything.”
Swing “You don’t have the skill to sing right? Or do you have a bit of strange fright?”

 

ING:z1967
Age:14
Have you ever been banned form the server?: no
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? No
Is english you're first language? Yes
What do you think you can bring to improve our organisation? I will write, farm anything really.
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organisation? Of course, looking for a good sugar cane farm right now
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? Because there are many more talented than me
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) limerick
There once was a horse named bolt
Who was a very fast colt
He went for some fame
And lived up to his name
Until his rider said "holt"

Have you read and agreed with our rules?yes

 

ING:celo747
Age:15
Have you ever been banned form the server?:temp ban for spaming powertool useing /near
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team?nope
Is english you're first language?si
What do you think you can bring to improve our organisation? the one thing i want to do is make long hard truseure hunts
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organisation? working on stock piling them
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen?cant write a story worth you know what
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) the only thing i have did was update a tutorial and add something to it
Have you read and agreed with our rules?sure

 

ING: Sputnick587 (Plus its IGN not ING)
Age: 14
Have you ever been banned form the server?: Nope.
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? Yes, I was kicked off due to in-activeness.
Is English you're first language? Yes.
What do you think you can bring to improve our organisation? Writing skills and I can stockpile books (I have a large sugarcane farm) ((Btw organization is spelt wrong))
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organisation? Yes (Once again, its organization.)
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? Ehh, not really.
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) Look on the wiki, I wrote a few articles.
Have you read and agreed with our rules? Yes.

 

The only thing I can say about slime farming would be
1. Step one would be to download a mini map mod that show slime chunks.
2. Second slimes only spawn on y lvl 40 and below so you need to get to lvl 40 and start mining out all the rock and ore.
3. After that put some light in spawn area so it’s over light lvl 8.*slimes spawn in the dark and light this is just sto keep other mobs out*
4. Slimes only spawn 1/10 as often as other normal mobs **non normal is the jocky and ended**

does this count for anything

sunday may 6 4:58am
i have made a long journey to a place called spawn looking around i thought wow they had some time on there hands and lots of money then i found a building made of wool and on my way to the top i found a sign selling ink saks then i died rofling since i just looked at this and it seems the owner forgot

 

IGN: CrunchyQuailz
Age:13
Have you ever been banned form the server?: Never
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? Nope.
Is english you're first language? Yessir
What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? I can bring creativity. My writing skill is fairly high for my age.
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization? Yessiree
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? I think that this question makes it so you know why not to choose people
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...)
This is me putting in no effort what~so~ever, also, screw short

THANKS FOR YOUR FATNESS
*CRUNCH* Carl munches on his Cheetos™. Carl is a sneaky, really short, white male with a large attitude. He is 22 years old and he is fatter than an elephant. He has dark brown hair, stubble, and yellow eyes. Some say his eyes were stained that way because of he eats so many potato chips. “Unghhhh.” Carl groans. Red and orange stains are plastered all over him. Suddenly Carl’s phone rings. RING! RING! RING! RING! “Unghhhh.” RING! RING! RING! RING! “Alright I’ll ****ing get it!” RING! RING! RING! RING! “Hello? Who is it?”
“Carl? It’s me, your grandfather.” He says nervously.
“What do you want?” Carl says aggressively.
“My prized cane has been stolen!”
“There are tons of canes out there!” Carl screams and hangs up.
RING! RING! RING! RING! “Aww for the love of chips!” Carl walks over to the phone and picks it and begins smashing it against the table. BANG! BANG! “SHUT UP!!” BANG! BANG! RING Ring rin… r….. “Thank you!” He says thankfully. Carl is known for his massive temper. He gets himself into so much trouble. Once he annoyed someone so much with his attitude they stole his prized potato chips and hid them so Carl had to solve the mystery of where they were. His grandfather knew about this so that’s probably why he is phoning Carl for help because he already has experience with mysteries. Spontaneously the doorbell rings. DING DONG! “Grrr...” Carl grumbles. He walks over to the door and opens it up, slamming it against the wall.”Hello?” he says angrily.
“Carl, my diamond cane has been stolen!” Carl’s Grandfather says eagerly. “I need some help getting it back.”
“NO!” Carl says, whipping the door shut. SLAM! Carl walks over to his chip stash. “All out. Just what I needed.” Carl says unsurprisingly. Carl heads to his car. He gets in and heads to the nearest Octsoc. Carl collects four bags of B-B-Q chips, three bags of Salt & Vinegar chips, and 10 bags of Dill Pickle chips. He walks over to the register. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. DING. “That will be $51.73 please.
“Here you go” Carl shoves the money at her. “Wait. How much for that cane?”
“Ohhh… That’s $3500. We just received that today.”
“Who sold it to you?” Carl questioned.
“I think his name was… Norman Walters?”
“Ok thank you.” Carl knew a Norman Walters. He was his grandpa’s good friend. Carl yanks out a cell phone and calls his grandpa.
“Hello?” Carl’s grandpa asks.
”Hi, this is Carl. When was the last time Norman was over?”
“2 hours ago. Why?”
“He stole your cane.”

“What do you mean?”
“Come to Octsoc, ASAP!” Carl demands and hangs up.
Minutes later Carl’s grandfather races through the door. “Is that your cane?” Carl asks. Carl’s grandpa glances in the direction Carl is pointing at. He says nothing., just a blank look sits on his face. “Yes…” He grumbles. The air remains still; dead quiet actually. It was almost like you could hear packages of cookies having a conversation with each other. “Come with me.” Carl’s grandpa says with a game face on. They exit the store leaving the nothingness behind. “Where are we going?” Carl asks.
“To see Norman Walters.”

The drive was quick. They pulled into a gated driveway. Carl’s grandfather slammed through the gate not caring about the car. Driving down the small path you could see a roof over the trees. “This house must be massive!”
“It is. He inherited it when his grandfather died. The mortgage costs a ton though.” Carl’s grandfather states.
“That must be why he stole the cane!” Carl discovers. They exit the car and walk to the house. The don’t care for knocking, they just enter. “Norman where are you!” Carl’s grandfather screams. They hear pounding footsteps and a door open…… and slam shut. They begin to sprint to where they heard the door. It is a lot further than they thought. They reach the door and swing it open, and tack it out of there. They spot a Lamborghini driving away. “Inherited…” They run back to there car and get in and slam on the accelerator. They chase after it in there not-so-fast car. Luckily they didn’t have to go far because Norman slammed into the tree. He gets out and begins to run. Carl’s grandpa skids in front of him blocking his path and gets out ever-so quickly. He runs at Norman and tackles him. “Norman, your under arrest for the theft of my cane!”
Carl’s grandpa gets his cane back. Carl gets $1000 and ends up spending it all on potato chips. Typical Carl.

Have you read and agreed with our rules? Yep.

 

IGN:z1967
Age:14
Have you ever been banned form the server?:no
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? not right now
Is english you're first language? yes
What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? supplies, stories, tutorials and advertisements
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization? yes of course
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? there are of course many more who are better than me
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...)

Spoiler

The Quantum Wars
It is the year 2500. The world has changed for better or for worse. A new technology has emerged. A matter transporter that breaks down any piece of matter and transports and rebuilds it in a new location. The original purpose is, as always, to create a more efficient transport for people and supplies. Even cloning to end world hunger! People could be stored to keep them alive for decades; stored on a computer chip for later reanimation. The original outcome was perfect. People could visit relatives faster, disaster aid reached those who needed it faster. It was perfect, until an American President saw a new threat to the country. He stated in a state of the union meeting that this new technology presented a new threat. Anyone from anywhere could take anything and terrorize the USA at its homelands. He was the first to realize it. Soon other nations realized it. Supply lines, transport services etc. were shut down. Then, new military networks began to open up everywhere on the homelands of various countries. Soon even the civilian ones were back up. But the threat remained.
“The deal went bad,” said the US diplomat of Algiers, “The government refused to give up their PNWs*. the whole world is under a threat from these maniacs.” The secretary of defense wondered how this was going to turn out. “What is the status report on Turkey?” the secretary said. “Worse, they won’t even talk anymore. We think the may be planning an attack,” said the diplomat in Turkey. The secretary knew he was going to have a bad day when he first woke-up. A little message flashed across the screen ‘transmission from Poland.’ The secretary said to the new diplomat, “make my day.” The diplomat responded, “good news, Poland and the surrounding countries have decided to sign an alliance with the USA if they can keep their nukes.” The secretary had a flutter of hope when he said, “alright, that is the best thing I have heard today, tell them they can keep them and welcome to the new NATO!”1 “Yes sir,” the diplomat responded as he left the channel. “Dismissed,” the secretary said as he left the channel. He reviews what had already happened. Africa and most of Asia had refused his request, prompting Oceania to also refuse it. Europe, the Middle East, The Americas and a few small islands signed the alliance or surrendered their nukes.


* a Portable Nuclear Warhead, often disguised in briefcases
1NATO was disbanded at the outbreak of a epidemic that killed 5 billion people silently in a month

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Please don't just bump, check out the apps too

 

Mini bump

 

IGN:Cubbarooney
Age:I'd rather not say (but if you must know, I'll pm it to you.)
Have you ever been banned form the server?: Nope
Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? Nope
Is english you're first language? Yes
What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? Silly stories. Thats what I'm good at.
Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization? I'm a bit poor (only a builder), but I'll do my best! So yes, when possible.
Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? My stories are silly. Thats the only one I can think of.
Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...)


The Knight and the Dragon (and the Damsel, but she is less important)

Once upon a time, there lived a night named Sir Lancelot. Sir Lancelot was the greatest night in the world and was even a member of King Arthur’s court. If you thought this was a tale of Lancelot saving a damsel, dear reader, you were wrong. This is a tale of Lancelot’s younger brother, Sir Orak.

Despite Lancelot being a successful knight, Orak was not. Whenever the two brothers dined together, Lancelot was given the seat of honor and Orak was given a seat with the children. Orak was also not as handsome as is his older brother, which made it very hard for him to find princesses who would marry him. Orak was also extraordinarily clumsy. All in all, he wasn’t a very good knight. But Orak did have one thing: a secret.

Although no one believed that Orak had any skills (he couldn’t ride horse very well either), Orak did have one skill. He could knit. Not only could he knit, he could knit fast and he could even knit chains as thick as an arm. No one knew where he got this skill, but that was because he didn’t tell anyone.

Finally fed up with Lancelot always being the best at everything, Orak decided that he would kill a dragon (at this time Lancelot hadn’t done this yet) to prove his worth. When he announced that he would hunt a dragon and kill it, however, everyone laughed except for the caughen maker. Instead he just took Orak’s measurements, but stopped half way after remembering that Orak would be burned to ash. Despite their ridicule, Orak journeyed to the Dragon’s lair.

After a week of walking (Orak can’t ride a horse, remember?), Orak finally arrived at the Dragon’s lair. Orak stepped up to the door and knocked on the door. “WHO IS IT?” said a gruff voice. Before Orak could reply, he heard a sweet voice say “Maybe it is a prince who has come to fetch me. Are you a handsome prince?” “SHHHH…” said the gruff voice, which sounded quite angry “YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE COOKING!” “But I don’t like laying in a cauldron of water with assorted vegetables!” replied the sweet voice in a calm manner. “SHUT UP AND COOK!” yelled the gruff voice (as if he wasn’t yelling yet) and then Orak heard a flame in the wind.

Orak, quite afraid for his life, then turned around hoping to escape from this evil monster. But then the Dragon opened the door and said “HEY YOU!” “W-ww-whoo? Mmmm-mm-ee?” replied Orak, shaking with fear. “YEAH, YOU.” said the Dragon “HOW ABOUT YOU COME IN AND JOIN ME FOR SUPPER???” Before he had time to answer, Orak was picked up by the Dragon and taken inside.

Once inside the lair, Orak looked around. All he saw was a huge pile of chains, a cauldron with a beautiful lady in it, and a pink dragon with a rose tattoo. Orak realized that the Dragon was about to eat the lady (even though he was risking food poisoning, as she wasn’t fully cooked.) Orak then looked at the chains and came up with a plan. Before the Dragon could notice, Orak ran towards the chian and took out his spare knitting kit (as he had no sword, he carried a knitting kit instead). He then knitted and knitted until all the chain was gone. “Oh Mr. Dragon,” said Orak, extremely confident “have I got a deal for you!” “WHATS THAT?” said the Dragon. “Why eat that lady when you can have this awesome sweater?” replied Orak. “CAN’T I HAVE BOTH THE SWEATER AND THE PRINCESS FOR LUNCH?” “No, you can’t eat the sweater!” “WHAT I MEANT WAS CAN’T I EAT THE PRINCESS AND CAN’T I HAVE THE SWEATER?” “Oh, no you can’t. You see, this sweater will fit you now, but if you eat her, it won’t fit!” “IS THAT SO… HOW ABOUT I TRADE THIS FATTING PRINCESS FOR THAT MEGA-AWESOME SWEATER?” Orak then helped the Dragon put on the sweater and then he helped the lady, who turned out to be a (rich) princess, out of the cauldron. Orak then acted upon his plan. He pulled a cord on the sweater, which tightened the neck. The Dragon, unable to breath, quickly died and Orak was victorious!

After Orak returned home, he married the princess (it was the law that, if the knight/prince wanted it to be done, the rescued damsel has to marry the savior) and was finally allowed to sit with Lancelotat the table of honor. THE END.

Hope that wasn't too long
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