A Scarred Past

Time seemed to be going slower around the forsaken realm lately..especially around two people..two survivors: Shedletsky and Builderman.
' 'here..let me help you..
Builderman stared, almost as if he was remembering something he didn't want to remember.

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1x1x1x1 stared, their familiar figure now different..darker..more..hateful. Telamon flew up, soon diving down at his creation, as if to strike the creation down.
Builderman and the other admins were slowly getting overwhelmed by the constant flurry of the enemies.
Soon Telamon had struck 1x1x1x1, the illumina striking through their chest. Chains flew up and and wrapped around 1x4s wrists and ankles, dragging them down. Was this it?

No..this was the start of something much darker..

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To everyone who reads this, I want you to bear with me, this is my first book on here, well- at all really- so any tips to improve my work would be greatly appreciated <3