A New Begining (paused)

New Everything

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POV Thomas

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Thomas stood at the anvil, laboring over a piece of iron that, to him, should have been a piece of armor by now. So far, it just looked like a red-hot dented piece of metal. Thomas sighed in frustration. Why wasn't this working? He had taken apart and reassembled much more complex piece of armor. WHY DID HE VOULENTEER TO MAKE ARMOR IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!

He scanned the area around him (a frequent habit of his), and was rewarded with a strange sense of nostalgia from the ruins and the reminder that their most qualified smith was injured.

"Well," he proclaimed to absolutely nobody, "At least there isn't radiation here..."

Thomas sighed and proceeded to put the hammer down, deciding he could help more if he tended to the wounded of hunted.

Luckily, a better excuse came waltzing along, in the form of their leader, Onyx, with his hands full of things that had managed to survive the onslaught. He walked up to Thomas.

"Hey, I'm going to need a few noble warriors, you in?" He tossed Thomas a small device.

"Aye," said Thomas, trying his hardest to sound like his Irish ancestors. He looked at the thing in his hands wondering what-

"This will let you go between Minecraft and the real world," explained Onyx as he walked away. Thomas grinned.

And about 10 minute later reappeared, clad in what looked to be olive green military grade Battle Armor with an army start and four leaved clover on it, a saddle bag that looked half full, and a supercomputer/wrist watch called a "Pip-boy" on his wrist. However, the most noticeable change about him was his eyes. Instead of the hazel they had been before, they were now a brilliant emerald green.

"Hey, 101!" The Wanderer turned around and came face to face with someone he had oh-so-creatively named "Goggles", whose arm was in a sling. "What's with the new getup?"

"Oh, I just went back to my house to get a few things I left behind. Why are you up and about? Aren't you injured?"

She ignored the question, instead asking, "Such as...?"

Thomas sighed. Where to start? "Well, first I got my Ranger Battle armor, which is a lot better at taking bullets than a leather jumpsuit. Then-

"Why would you be getting hit by bullets here?", Goggles interrupted.

Thomas sighed. "Fine, arrows. Anyway, like I was saying, this is my Pip-boy 3000, which I had the misfortune not to have on when I teleported here the first time." He pointed to the indestructible device on his wrist (which now had the teleporter integrated into it).

"This," he opened the saddlebag, "Is where I keep all the things I usually go out with, like food, stimpacks, water, a sewing kit-

The girl's eyes widened to the size of mini nukes. "You sew?!?" She burst out into laughter.

"I don't see you fighting Deathclaws," Thomas muttered. "I guess I won't show you my amazing stuff..." Thomas started to walk away, and Xaria stopped laughing.

"Ok, last, but not least, is..." He pulled out his trench knife. "This."

The steampunk girl looked confused. "What's so special about that? It's a knife!"

Thomas grinned. "Not just any knife. The blade is made of adamantium." Seeing that this elicited no response from her, Thomas continued. "Adamantium is a metal that can hold an edge less than an atom thick, and is only found where a nuclear bomb has hit. It is extremely rare and very indestructible. My bones are made of it too."