Just a few rants, couple of complaints, and some funny stuff and conversations of randomness in mah life.

Alanna Young "coincidentally" moved next door to SkyDoesMinecraft, not knowing she would soon meet the rest of the Team and fall in love with Minecraft Universe. Then, everything goes wrong. Multiple members of Team Crafted betray they're Team Members and had been secretly the descendants of the one and only Herobrine, waiting to tear the Team apart. They release mobs into the real world and in the meantime, one by one, the Team is captured. Except the three descndents. Will the three realize that they are doing the wrong thing? Will it be the end of the world? Will Adam get his Subway sandwiches? Wait, what? STICK TO THE SCRIPT! *facepalms* *sighs* this ALWAYS happens. WHY CAN YOU PEOPLE NOT GET ANYTHING RIGHT WITH DESCRIPTIONS?!

Please comment any questions you guys have! :)

This is about things in life that I hate.

literally just shit i hate. enjoy

Team Crafted celebrates Phat and Olivia's birthday with a party and scavenger hunt throughout town. When Olivia's taken as a slave and sent to Africa, she must fight to remain alive in the Congo. Matters only become more unbearable when Olivia finds a baby. Will she survive the dangers and diseases of her new life? Will she ever see Phat or Adam again? Will being The Snow Girl help her remain ALIVE in this vast world? Or will she die trying.

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

"I want to grow up" Did you say it when you were a kid? I know I did. Have you regretted growing up at some point in your life? Have you wished you could be a careless child once again? I know you have. Everyone has. The more you grow the bigger the challenges, the obstacles, the pain. Life gets serious. You get serious. You forget to smile at the morning sun shining down your face. You are too absorved by your problems to notice the beautiful world surrounding you. And when life gets hard, you wish more than anything to turn back in time and be that small child who did not know anything when he said "I want to grow up"

"I've... Died?" The Snow Girl choked. She clutched her heart, and fell to her knees, looking at the ground. "Ah, nay child. I am the one who determines this. You see, in your reality, one can be judged by their death to determine if they may be granted second life." The Snow Girl looked up at her. "What?" She whispered. "Yes. Most often, one is not granted this. If it is an old man who died in his rocking chair, he's had a long lived life, and now deserves to rest. If it is a child in their first day of spawning, they now are able to run, play, and live eternally, never knowing the unforgiving pain one suffers throughout life. You players don't realize that dying, is not death. Living is not life, either. Once you have died, you never again have to fear of dying again." The Snow Girl stood up, forgetting her numbness she was in from her shock. "What about the evil people in the world? They forever live eternal happiness?" "Child, I never said that you forever live in happiness. I said that you live eternally in your soul. If you were a kind, and good person, you forever live in the goodness of your soul. If you were an evil, wicked person, you forever dwell in the wickedness of your soul, feeling ever so much more pain and suffering than you ever could when you were alive. You are more alive in death than in life." The Snow Girl looked around her, at the cold beautify and tranquility of her own soul. "And I will live eternality here?" "Yes, you shall. But not yet, child. In your case of death, you still have far to much to do in your life before you leave it forever. You will not die yet." "What do I have that must be done? Many children spawn in Minecraftia everyday. One in particular on goes a transformation that will last forever.