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fun at ya little program. Be careful. Any more deaths and da King might shut da program down.â
Charlie spat out his watermelon. âWhat?â he sputtered. âWhatâd you just say?â But Steve just laughed manically and went back to the farm to feed some wheat to the Mooshrooms. The seven players walked out of the farm feeling excited and, in Charlieâs case, petrified.
Stan, Kat, and Charlie werenât the only ones starting the program. There were also five other people there, all boys under level five, all determined to learn how to play Minecraft. After a brief introduction to the other five, the group was divided in half. Four of the other players went with G to learn about mining and pickaxe fighting, and Stan, Kat, Charlie, and one other boy who looked exactly like Stan in darker clothing went with Archie to learn archery.
Archie took them to the firing range. It was a long clearinglocated deep in the woods, away from people. Archie explained the proper technique of handling the bow. Stan and his friends listened intently, but the fourth player couldnât focus. He just kept staring at Kat with his mouth open. It was apparent that he hadnât expected to find any girls in Minecraft.
After the explanation of the theory, they started target practice. There were lamps located on the range at different distances and heights. Archie stood to the side as he flipped switches to turn the lamps on and off. The goal was to hit the lamp that was on. The only one who was okay at the archery was Kat. She managed to hit one lamp twice before it switched off. Stan hit one of the lamps every time he shot, but it took him time to think about the trajectory of the arrow and he hardly ever got a hit on a lit lamp because the lamp changed before he could fire his shot.
Charlie was abysmal. He only hit a lamp one time, though he was the one who shot the most arrows. His arrows usually landed a good distance away from the target. Once his arrow came dangerously close to impaling Archie in the chest, but Archie whipped out his sword and deflected it. The other boy on the range might have been a good archer, but he didnât do anything because he still couldnât stop staring at Kat.
After target practice, it was around three in the afternoon judging by Archieâs clock, and he said that it was time for the last activity of the day: sparring. The fighters were givendiamond armor, which Archie told them had been enchanted to take all damage from the arrow fire without damaging the players themselves. Archie called the armor âtraining suits.â The players also were given a bow and a stack of arrows and told that the first one to score three hits with the arrows won.
The first match was Kat versus Stan. Stan knew who was going to win, and though he tried to fire as quickly as he could, Kat had won before he managed to sink a single arrow into her armor. The match lasted five minutes, and though Archie was hiding it well, they could tell that he was impatient by the time it was over.
The match between Charlie and the other boy was over in ten seconds, but that was mainly due to the fact that the boy couldnât stop gaping at Kat for long enough to stop Charlie from actually walking to within one block of him and firing the three arrows into his chestplate at point-blank range. Archie proceeded to slap his own face with his blocky hand at this.
The match between Kat and Charlie lasted longer than the one between her and Stan, but that was mainly due to that fact that Charlieâs strategy consisted of running in an unpredictable pattern and not trying to shoot at all. The match stopped after Kat ran out of arrows. Archie then rolled his eyes, stood up, whipped out his bow, and proceeded to fire three arrows at the still-moving Charlie in a matter ofseconds. All three arrows sunk themselves into Charlieâs headgear.
After a long day, Archie stood up, sighed, and said,
Charlie spat out his watermelon. âWhat?â he sputtered. âWhatâd you just say?â But Steve just laughed manically and went back to the farm to feed some wheat to the Mooshrooms. The seven players walked out of the farm feeling excited and, in Charlieâs case, petrified.
Stan, Kat, and Charlie werenât the only ones starting the program. There were also five other people there, all boys under level five, all determined to learn how to play Minecraft. After a brief introduction to the other five, the group was divided in half. Four of the other players went with G to learn about mining and pickaxe fighting, and Stan, Kat, Charlie, and one other boy who looked exactly like Stan in darker clothing went with Archie to learn archery.
Archie took them to the firing range. It was a long clearinglocated deep in the woods, away from people. Archie explained the proper technique of handling the bow. Stan and his friends listened intently, but the fourth player couldnât focus. He just kept staring at Kat with his mouth open. It was apparent that he hadnât expected to find any girls in Minecraft.
After the explanation of the theory, they started target practice. There were lamps located on the range at different distances and heights. Archie stood to the side as he flipped switches to turn the lamps on and off. The goal was to hit the lamp that was on. The only one who was okay at the archery was Kat. She managed to hit one lamp twice before it switched off. Stan hit one of the lamps every time he shot, but it took him time to think about the trajectory of the arrow and he hardly ever got a hit on a lit lamp because the lamp changed before he could fire his shot.
Charlie was abysmal. He only hit a lamp one time, though he was the one who shot the most arrows. His arrows usually landed a good distance away from the target. Once his arrow came dangerously close to impaling Archie in the chest, but Archie whipped out his sword and deflected it. The other boy on the range might have been a good archer, but he didnât do anything because he still couldnât stop staring at Kat.
After target practice, it was around three in the afternoon judging by Archieâs clock, and he said that it was time for the last activity of the day: sparring. The fighters were givendiamond armor, which Archie told them had been enchanted to take all damage from the arrow fire without damaging the players themselves. Archie called the armor âtraining suits.â The players also were given a bow and a stack of arrows and told that the first one to score three hits with the arrows won.
The first match was Kat versus Stan. Stan knew who was going to win, and though he tried to fire as quickly as he could, Kat had won before he managed to sink a single arrow into her armor. The match lasted five minutes, and though Archie was hiding it well, they could tell that he was impatient by the time it was over.
The match between Charlie and the other boy was over in ten seconds, but that was mainly due to the fact that the boy couldnât stop gaping at Kat for long enough to stop Charlie from actually walking to within one block of him and firing the three arrows into his chestplate at point-blank range. Archie proceeded to slap his own face with his blocky hand at this.
The match between Kat and Charlie lasted longer than the one between her and Stan, but that was mainly due to that fact that Charlieâs strategy consisted of running in an unpredictable pattern and not trying to shoot at all. The match stopped after Kat ran out of arrows. Archie then rolled his eyes, stood up, whipped out his bow, and proceeded to fire three arrows at the still-moving Charlie in a matter ofseconds. All three arrows sunk themselves into Charlieâs headgear.
After a long day, Archie stood up, sighed, and said,
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