Clashjtm Stories

A fan fiction for Mr360games ( Double ) and Clashjtm

Everyone wants to meet celebrities, to actually converse with the idols they grew up with. Not many are able to though. So how do you do it then? How do you meet a person who's too busy fending off other fans to talk to you? The answer? Simple. Become a celebrity. This story is dedicated to CloudGamer, who is making me write this, and to SandStormMaddy, who is Cloud's accomplice in making me write this. I'm really not the best at descriptions so eat more cabbage and read the book!

When a new update comes out all minecrafters around the world are excited, but suspision lurks in the darkness. (I am not trying to impersonate anyone, this is just a story so be cool. -.-)

The story of a girl who can travel through the dimensions, and finds herself in Mincraftia, where she is between hunted down by those known as the Minecraftia Warriors, or the YouTubers. When captured she is forced to work alongside them in order to one day leave on her terms, but along the way she falls in love?

((Town of Salem AU with multiple gaming youtubers.)) A small town, where everything, and everyone, is kind, nice, and very caring during the day. But at night, not so much. Everything you say, or do, has the chance to kill someone else, or you. However, there is someone who won't let the town but killed, and completely destroyed. And someone like this, needs a sidekick of course. To, as you could say, Double the Luck.

I'm going to try my best to write a little fanfiction thingy. I'm on mobile so it may be smaller than I thought, so of it's short, that's why.

In the world of Minecraftia, the Team Crafted people are just having a peaceful moment- at last. There's no more cruddy, annoying, slithery squids to deal with, and there's even a little romance and bromance going around. Well, at least, that's what the Team Crafted members thought. There's an evil civilization out there, who call themselves the Ender Rising. The group spreads lies, evil and chaos around to get what they want, with all their filthy ways. They kill, because they're cruel bastards. A message that's a lie spreads through Team Crafted, and suddenly, the team is no longer together. Somebody has to stop the Ender Rising, but who? With nobody to stop them, The Ender Rising is as bad as gold, to do what they want, whenever they want.

Ryan woke up and smelled the bourbon. "Not again," he thought. Throughout all of their friendship, Ryan wanted to impress Jimmy and become more than friends. "Today I will do it!" the Canadian exclaimed. Ryan ran to his Fiat 500, revved his engine, and sped down the road at a roaring 2mph. He reached Jimmy's house, 3 Willy Road. Approaching Jams' door, Ryan noticed his Johnson was at half mast. "Come on," he thought, "Think of Morgan Freeman with the body of a female rhinoceros and it will go down." Pacing back and forth, Ryan glanced up at Jimmy's window. He noticed a naked Clesh, holding Cloud in his arms as if he was the most evil of all masterminds. "What are you doing? You FREAK!" Cleesh yelled. They stared at each other like a mother walrus stares at its cubs. "Enter my lair," the Lion roared. Nervous and hesitantly, Ryan enters. After Ryan entered, the door slammed behind him, there is no turning back. Clash is standing there, fully nude. Behind him is Cloud, in his final form, wearing a butler suit, serving bourbon. Ryan starts licking his lips and sweating. Clash backhands him, "Doth you have no manners? Why are you here?" Ryan, nervously,"Cl--Clash... Over these past years, I've noticed how you have looked at me. I have just been having these (sexual) feelings." *Cleeesh interrupts* "YOU FREAK!!! Now follow me." Clash does a 180 turn and starts strutting, showing his rump. Ryan follows. Cloud opens a door for them both, "En-woof-t-woof-er." The first thing Ryan's eyes notice is a camera. A voice is heard, "Menage-et-trois?" Ryan slowly turns his head and sees a figure dressed in black. Ryan is astonished and shouts, "SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!" *fades to black* fin