Did you know thirteen is an unlucky number? Well guess what. This is comic thirteen! Meaning for those of you who don’t want this comic are getting it anyways. Last time Kocoski and I defeated Shazil, she was a fearsome beast but we managed to take her down anyways. Meanwhile in the Guildcraftian City (Yes that’s what I called it). Let’s continue the story here. The wind howls in the dark blue skies. Soaring free. Freedom was not common for the mortals and gods, they had to fight for it. Megan sees things differently she wants war to end no matter how it happens. She waits for the troops to return from the hunt. Growing worried as her palms get sweaty, her head is light but her legs are heavy. Just outside the gates she sees TheFireKid on top of his horse whom trots across the concrete to greet Megan. Megan: Where are your troops? TheFireKid: They’re still searching m’lady. Megan: What about Italo and Luisa are they alright. TheFireKid: Last time I saw them... they were with ThunderKnight and TerraKnight. Megan: That’s it. I won’t bear another minute in silence. Megan gradually gets up from her position and marches to the armoury. Her face is written with fear and anger, she couldn’t take the war much longer. She had enough of the people dying and suffering. Finally as she reaches the top, she heads to the far corner of the large, dusty room. She finds a chest. TheFireKid follows behind her. TheFireKid: Madam... do you know what you’re doing? Megan: ... I do. From the chest she reveals a large greyish blue sword and pulls it out. From thou sword summons a powerful storm that struck said sword, enhancing it with limitless energy which Megan was chanting words. Megan: Darkest skies, that devour day, give thy sword power of Zeus to banish this evil away! The clouds in the dark sky turns to a colour darker than the sky itself, striking a thunderbolt so massive the sword almost shattered. Leaving the sword with more cracks than the ground. TheFireKid is blown back by the amazement and stumbled onto a pile of armour. The sword was a bright colour blue with a grey aura surrounding the blue blade. TheFireKid: What... What is that? Megan: It was a gift... from... my father. TheFireKid: Father? These shards... they are made from the finest metals in the land. Chaos shards.... At that moment he knew who he was talking about. TheFireKid: Henry... King Henry the XVIII. Right? Megan: Yes... King Henry the XVIII, The King Of Chaos. I did everything I could to not be like him. He always loved to fight. To begin war. Some say he was the human form of conflict. I never wanted to be the monster he was, is and always will be. It makes me wonder why he was chosen as king. TheFireKid: To support the King of Order. The four kings were not chosen for no reason, the King of Order, The King of Chaos, The King of Balance and the King of Void. They were the four kings who sought to seal this land together, to guide those who cannot guide themselves. Trust me... you see your father as a monster, but to the people... we see him as a wise king. Megan: aXed promised me a world of peace and I shall do everything in my power to achieve that peace. I will not tolerate anyone who will stop me. Megan walks down the stairs with the confused god of fire following her. As they make their way downstairs the sound of clanging and clashing of the empowered sword that hangs off her back. TheFireKid: Wait.. if your dad is a mortal... how are you a goddess? Megan: Destiny. Destiny chose me to live among the mortals. At the bottom of the stairs waited TheFireKid’s horse stomping the ground impatiently waiting for his owner. Snorting at the local mortals who pass by. Finally after waiting for what felt like a century Megan and TheFireKid finally walked out of the enormous entrance way. Megan crouches to the ground, turning her hands into roots, out from the ground sprouted life. A big dark grey Cerberus, with dark blue eyes and large thick tail. Megan mounts the great beast, the Cerberus shakes and scratches itself but otherwise stays completely still. The beast was obedient from birth. Megan: I’m going after them. TheFireKid: Who? Megan: Someone who might help us. ONWARD!!! Megan ploughed through the city, travelling faster than sound. Leaving the fiery god behind, with no time to waste he mounts his trusty steed and heads out in the opposite direction of Megan. TheFireKid: Kocoski... I will find you... and I will bring you back. I will... avenge you. I’ll do everything I can do avenge you. PyroKnight... will die. YAH!! This is the part where the comics say ‘To be continued’ right? Wrong. What happened to PyroKnight and Kocoski last comic. Let’s find out. Within the dark depths of the mountain where sunlight was non existent and there were only winces and screams of the souls that were free to roam the caves now that Shazil has been slain. Kocoski and Pyroknight were pleased of our achievement, were gazed at the headless titan whom roamed the cave. In the corner of the cave was Italo and Luisa, happy that their friend was still alive but they were confused why he was with PyroKnight after everything he has done. Luisa: Kocoski? Italo: Oh no... Kocoski: Luisa, Italo. I’m glad you both are fine. Italo: Just... why? Italo and Luisa start to panic and they leave behind their friend. Kocoski: Wait! I can explain! Kocoski chases after his friends. I stayed behind, I looked at the body one last time. After one last gaze, I rushed to find Kocoski and the others. After minutes of searching I found myself on the highest peak of the mountain but I didn’t find Kocoski. I also found carvings on the floor that mark: ‘Thou whom awakens thou time giant suffers grand consequences.’ After remembering that this is the Giant of Time’s temple, I remembered there would be a giant lurking in the cave. None to be seen. When all was silent out from the middle of the mountain the earth quaked, the mountain side crumbled, out from the middle of the mountain rose the mighty Giant of Time, Hon. Hon: Grrr. Who dare disturbs my slumber? PyroKnight: Hon! Hon: Oh... just what I need. A pain in the backside, first thing in the morning. How many lives have you taken recently? Knowing you and your history, no one would last a minute with you around. PyroKnight: Shut your mouth or you’re next! Hon: Oh... PyroKnight. So quick to temper. Even the littlest of words causes you to throw a tantrum. I don’t know why people fear you. You’re just an angry little man who slaughters people only to calm himself. PyroKnight: I’m warning you. Now... have you seen a boy around here? Hon: Why? Are the people you killed not satisfying enough? You want more blood on your hands? PyroKnight: ... I wish... to undo all my mistakes. The giant of time looked at me in grief. He almost felt sorry for me, he bent down to get a closer look at me. Seeing me stare into the distance. Hon: Oh... PyroKnight... Shame you won’t be able to live to undo these mistakes... PyroKnight: What? Hon struck me with his fist, I dodged his meteor sized hands. He was more fearsome with every blow, he seemed eager to kill me rather than going back to rest for the next thousands of years. Hon: You are a pest and deserve to be crushed like one! PyroKnight: That’s what the last few people said before I slain each one. Hon: You... must... die! The angry giant was waving his hands all over the place, planning to swat me. I always manage to outrun him. The 80ft mad giant was growing more and more frustrated. Suddenly he finally caught me off guard, he drew the hand closer to his face, to get a close up view of the prey he caught. Hon: Ha ha ha. Foolish. You should’ve fled while your legs were still well. Ha ha ha. As the giant of time was filled with pride, I cut straight through his hand and onto his forehand, he tried to wave me off. I leapt onto his eyebrow, from there I knew what I had to do, it was going to be messy. I jumped and stabbed my sword straight into his eye and cut it wide open! He let out a roar of pain. Hon: AAARRAARGGHH!!! YOU LITTLE!!!! He tried to go for me again, turns out when your angry and insane you keep doing the same thing over and over again hoping there would be a different outcome. I pulled the chains I kept on my back for safe keeping in case it was required and grappled on top of the giants head, I landed on top of his head. He reached out for me instead pulling his own hair trying to reach for me. He managed to shake me off and I landed in his mouth, he was about to close his mouth trying to devour me. PyroKnight: I was expecting you to be wiser than this Hon. Growing weary of his bothersome tricks, I cut his jaw straight off, blood erupting out of his mouth like a volcano. As for his jaw, it fell straight to the bottom of the mountain. It crashed like a thunder bolt, only for us to realise this is not a mountain, this is a volcano... and Hon is in the center. Meaning only one thing. I jumped straight to the bottom. Hon: What are you doing! PyroKnight: Plagues like you should come to an end. Within this sudden moment I reached for the bottom and punched the floor. The floor was cracking and sizzling, lava was fizzing out. The volcano erupted and incinerated the Giant. But.. what about Kocoski? To be continued... Also for those of you, here is a quick prediction: You probably skipped the entire comic just to comment either saying this is: Post-farming, a waste of time, or just saying it’s plain bad. If you’re TheFireKid you must’ve only read the Megan part. This took 3 hours of planning, 2 hours of typing and 30 minutes of getting distracted.
Take away this man’s surgen license! P.S I thought the Megan part was really good, it gives her more character and I’d like to see her in future comics. Then you had to go in cutting people’s eyes open!
u actually w0t Who spends over 5 hours on a comic for minecraft, think of all the productive things you couldve done instead.
Is there a difference between spending time on another game? No. Aslong as you enjoy it it's still the same. So if he plays 1-2-3-4hrs minecraft per day, it doesn't tell us that he doesn't do productive things. For example this story he just made, It's productive.
