ALEX P.O.V
"What do you mean you found 2 iron blocks, Alex?" The Canadian boy screamed into the walkie talkie. I laughed as I crafted my iron chest plate, iron legs and iron pickaxe.
"Yeah, G! Over and out!" I said, talking air force like.
I heard the Bodil laugh, making me laugh. I guess I did not turn off my walkie talkie, because Matt said, "You sound like a pig when you laugh."
"And would you like a golden crown, Jag Master?" Mitch said, stumbling in the cave I was in. "Hello." He smiled, using my crafting table.
"THAT IS MINE!" I yelled, chopping it with my stone axe. The minerals exploded everywhere, and I picked up 4 iron. "Thanks for the boots, dood." I said, placing down the crafting table again and using it.
"GUYS! GUYS! GUESS WHAT! I AM ON BASE DUTY!" Sky screamed, I rolled my eyes.
"Um, who put him on base duty? WAS IT THE LAUGHING RABBIT?" Mitch and I yelled, running over o where we saw iron.
"Nope. It was me. I am on chicken duty!" The jag master said. I saw Mitch stop, his head getting red.
"THAT IS MY JOB!" Mitch and I had found the glass, already. "Doods, only 7 minutes left. Um..." I saw Mitch play with a clock on his neck. I turned my walkie talkie off. What is he doing?
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Okay, now we have 15 minuets left. We are going by Mitch time this game, let's go."
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Battle Dome
FanfictionTen "lucky" people have been chosen to compete in a new game called 'Battle Dome!' These ten people will be split into two teams, the red team and the blue team. They have a certain amount of time to gather the essential resources they need to craft...
