Life in the Computer (Old Version)

Purple's Village

This is in Purple's POV as he stays on Alan's computer after Alan takes him in once realizing Purple's animator doesn't care about Purple.

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It took a while to get Alan to not draw me a castle for me to live in. Maybe, I'm addicted, but I wanted a new Minecraft village. Alan gave me a document to build my village. The process takes hours, even with the help of the others. In the end, the village looks even better than my old one. I spawn in the villagers and try my best to be a benevolent ruler.

One morning, I woke up to the sound of a horn. Going outside, I look around to see the villagers running around. I pull out my sword as I spot a pillager. Charging, I defend my village. I take down the first wave with ease. The second wave, I realize I am in over my head. Hoping out of the tab, I run over to the other stick figures.

"Help! My village is under attack!" I screamed as I ran up to them. All of them looked at me in confusion. "Pillagers have invaded. They're raiding! Together, we can defeat them!" I yell as I raise my sword. Second looked me before raising his sword in support. The others raise their swords in support after.

As we jump into my village, the place was in flames. With a cry, we charge. One by one, they fall. As we pushed them down, illegars and ravagers pushed back. Chosen used his powers to blast them to pieces. Yellow used his engineering skills to defeat them, while Blue sent splash potions at them. Green used fought them with Second using some creative techniques. I held my sword tightly as I protected my village.

As the fight finished, the villagers cheered. As we cleaned up and rebuilt the village, we all added our own special touch. I could see Blue making a wicked garden while Yellow adding redstone to make things a bit easier. Green and Second made it a competition who could rebuild the most houses while making each one unique. Chosen helped me with the villagers, getting them food and healing potions.

As we stood back to look at our hard work, we hugged as the villagers shot off fireworks. Alan later came on and freaked out when hearing our story. He helped us come up with some new ideas for defense for the village; after Chosen calmed him down. In the end, I knew I was in the right place. My animator would have never given me the time of day to care, much less about my own well-being. I don't care what Chosen tells me, Alan Becker is the best animator I know; at least in my opinion.