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mindcrackloveI took some creative liberties with the prompt, "Reality TV show: Gang Wars ft. Orange Wool and B-Team", because I did some research and I found a pretty similar series called The Peacemaker: L.A. Gang Wars (which is why I snuck Chad in here, as the "Peacemaker"). This is in first-person and it takes place on the server (don't question why, it just happened to be like that). Oh, and sorry for the sappy ending, I got carried away.
"They cut the deal! We was expectin' a chest-load of diamonds, n' ten blocks of lapis for my main man MC here. Damn money grubbin' B-Team, and now they think they can get away with our hard-earned emeralds!" Millbee aggressively punched the palm of his hand--well, hoof (he was a rainbow-colored sheep after all) and the orange-suited man next to him, the notorious MCGamer, nodded in agreement.
"Fiftee--no! TWENTY blocks of emeralds!" MC added, wringing his hands. "Those frickers! They're gonna pay for the emeralds, and they're gonna regret messin' with Orange Wool." MC crossed his arms and his brow furrowed. This was bad news. On a server where cheaters hid behind sly smiles and murderers casually exchanged blows in broad daylight (and in the name of "games" too), Mindcrack was a haven for the most dexterous devils. The server had enough to deal with; it didn't need a spar between two nefarious gangs.
For two such infamous teams, B-Team and Orange Wool needed to keep harmony, and it was up to me, Chad, to maintain the peace on the streets. I needed to act quickly, before it was too late.
"Listen, Mr. Millbee. And you too, Mr. MC. I'm gonna talk to the B-Team, I'm gonna be the middle-man for you two. We gotta preserve the peace, for the sake of--"
"Bah, to hell with peace! It's about damn time me and MC did something about B-Team once and for all!" Millbee spat back, and MC added, "And, even if we didn't have freakin' B-Team backstabbing us, what's to stop us from kicking their butts?"
"I, uh, well." I was grasping for straws, and the cameraman behind me was starting to look a little nervous. My god, this situation was spiraling down quickly. Wait, hm--maybe...I stammered, "Er, w-what about your Melon God?" They gasped, eyes widening, and I took the leap. "What would your Melon God think about you two? It would be a disgrace to your whole religion if-if you weren't keeping peace on the server! Let me speak with B-Team, and I'll make sure you two will be compensated for your losses. But think of the Melon! Uh, praise the Melon!"
Millbee let out an indescribable noise, somewhat similar to a yell (I couldn't really tell), while MC quickly muttered words (were they prayers?) under his breath. The cameraman was definitely frightened, but I placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. I smiled, because this was perfect material to put on the Weekly Recap, the local news station of Mindcrack. Both Millbee and MC calmed down, the latter clearing his throat. "Okay Chad, we'll hold back our forces. For the almighty Melon. But it those guys don't pay..." MC dramatically dragged his finger across his throat. I nodded enthusiastically as my cameraman turned off the camera and started to pack up our equipment. We left the small shack that Orange Wool occupied, which was the previous location of Orange Wool Insider (burned down in an unrelated event). I was making grounds with this situation, but if there was truly going to be peace on the Mindcrack server, I needed to confront the other half of this predicament.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The B-Team were a whole different ball-park than Orange Wool. They were cunning and vicious, two men unafraid of the law or death. In fact, they've always managed to escape both. For these two men, they were also much harder to convince paying back Orange Wool.
Surprisingly enough, they let me and my cameraman into the secret B-Team base (well, beforehand they blindfolded us). I wasn't sure they were even going to accept my interview offer, let alone allowing my cameraman to film the conference.
"Those damn fools? Heh, why in the world would we pay those suckers back?" GenerikB chuckled, swinging his feet onto his desk, which made the desk lamp tremble, as he leaned back into his chair. The dashing BDoubleO also grinned, resting his hands on the desk as he leaned forward.
"Listen sonny, what'ser name? Oh right, Chaaad." Bdubs answered his own question before I could speak, drawling out my name. "We don't do any funny business, y'see? Orange Wool freely paid us some nice emeralds cause we're all friends, yup!" He pounded his fist against the table to emphasize his statement. "Besides, there wasn't no contract between us and them! Right, Genny? Do you see any contract?"
"Nope! Not a single piece of contract anywhere, Bdubs!" Generik peered around the room, holding his hand above his eyes and squinting. I barely held back my exasperated sigh; instead, I opted to straighten my back and look at them seriously, saying, "Don't you two want peace on the server? If you two won't pay back Orange Wool, Mindcrack will be on the brink of an all-out gang war!"
Genny stopped looking around, but he began to squint at me instead. Bdubs was drawing small, entrancing circles on the desk, when he began to smile. "Who says there'll be two gangs out fightin'? Who says one gang won't just pack up and hightail it outta here?"
"What? You just can't--" I started to stand, but Genny shook his finger, clicking his tongue, while Bdubs dropped his voice to a whisper. "Oh, but who says we can't?"
The desk lamp shut off, the ghost of the bright light fading from my retinas when I heard a thump to my right, and a second thump as the camera dropped to the floor. I could only think of how expensive it would be to replace the camera, before something hard hit the back of my head.
~~~~~~~~~~~
My cameraman and I woke up next to the fountain at spawn as it was just starting to rain. We gathered the remains of the broken camera, but the film was still intact. We went back to the studio to process the film (and to get out of the rain). But it wasn't until a few days later, after the B-Team was reported missing and the newest Weekly Recap aired, that I received a chest by my home with my name on it. I first thought it was a prank, until I opened it, revealing several blocks of lapis and a note.
As I collected the lapis, I mused over the note that the B-Team left me, and I was honestly thankful this situation didn't end in death. Though, sadness tinged through me because of B-Team's departure, but I could only wish them luck on their future adventures. The tranquility of Mindcrack was restored, for now at least, and I needed a small break. Moreover, a new camera.
"They cut the deal! We was expectin' a chest-load of diamonds, n' ten blocks of lapis for my main man MC here. Damn money grubbin' B-Team, and now they think they can get away with our hard-earned emeralds!" Millbee aggressively punched the palm of his hand--well, hoof (he was a rainbow-colored sheep after all) and the orange-suited man next to him, the notorious MCGamer, nodded in agreement.
"Fiftee--no! TWENTY blocks of emeralds!" MC added, wringing his hands. "Those frickers! They're gonna pay for the emeralds, and they're gonna regret messin' with Orange Wool." MC crossed his arms and his brow furrowed. This was bad news. On a server where cheaters hid behind sly smiles and murderers casually exchanged blows in broad daylight (and in the name of "games" too), Mindcrack was a haven for the most dexterous devils. The server had enough to deal with; it didn't need a spar between two nefarious gangs.
For two such infamous teams, B-Team and Orange Wool needed to keep harmony, and it was up to me, Chad, to maintain the peace on the streets. I needed to act quickly, before it was too late.
"Listen, Mr. Millbee. And you too, Mr. MC. I'm gonna talk to the B-Team, I'm gonna be the middle-man for you two. We gotta preserve the peace, for the sake of--"
"Bah, to hell with peace! It's about damn time me and MC did something about B-Team once and for all!" Millbee spat back, and MC added, "And, even if we didn't have freakin' B-Team backstabbing us, what's to stop us from kicking their butts?"
"I, uh, well." I was grasping for straws, and the cameraman behind me was starting to look a little nervous. My god, this situation was spiraling down quickly. Wait, hm--maybe...I stammered, "Er, w-what about your Melon God?" They gasped, eyes widening, and I took the leap. "What would your Melon God think about you two? It would be a disgrace to your whole religion if-if you weren't keeping peace on the server! Let me speak with B-Team, and I'll make sure you two will be compensated for your losses. But think of the Melon! Uh, praise the Melon!"
Millbee let out an indescribable noise, somewhat similar to a yell (I couldn't really tell), while MC quickly muttered words (were they prayers?) under his breath. The cameraman was definitely frightened, but I placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. I smiled, because this was perfect material to put on the Weekly Recap, the local news station of Mindcrack. Both Millbee and MC calmed down, the latter clearing his throat. "Okay Chad, we'll hold back our forces. For the almighty Melon. But it those guys don't pay..." MC dramatically dragged his finger across his throat. I nodded enthusiastically as my cameraman turned off the camera and started to pack up our equipment. We left the small shack that Orange Wool occupied, which was the previous location of Orange Wool Insider (burned down in an unrelated event). I was making grounds with this situation, but if there was truly going to be peace on the Mindcrack server, I needed to confront the other half of this predicament.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The B-Team were a whole different ball-park than Orange Wool. They were cunning and vicious, two men unafraid of the law or death. In fact, they've always managed to escape both. For these two men, they were also much harder to convince paying back Orange Wool.
Surprisingly enough, they let me and my cameraman into the secret B-Team base (well, beforehand they blindfolded us). I wasn't sure they were even going to accept my interview offer, let alone allowing my cameraman to film the conference.
"Those damn fools? Heh, why in the world would we pay those suckers back?" GenerikB chuckled, swinging his feet onto his desk, which made the desk lamp tremble, as he leaned back into his chair. The dashing BDoubleO also grinned, resting his hands on the desk as he leaned forward.
"Listen sonny, what'ser name? Oh right, Chaaad." Bdubs answered his own question before I could speak, drawling out my name. "We don't do any funny business, y'see? Orange Wool freely paid us some nice emeralds cause we're all friends, yup!" He pounded his fist against the table to emphasize his statement. "Besides, there wasn't no contract between us and them! Right, Genny? Do you see any contract?"
"Nope! Not a single piece of contract anywhere, Bdubs!" Generik peered around the room, holding his hand above his eyes and squinting. I barely held back my exasperated sigh; instead, I opted to straighten my back and look at them seriously, saying, "Don't you two want peace on the server? If you two won't pay back Orange Wool, Mindcrack will be on the brink of an all-out gang war!"
Genny stopped looking around, but he began to squint at me instead. Bdubs was drawing small, entrancing circles on the desk, when he began to smile. "Who says there'll be two gangs out fightin'? Who says one gang won't just pack up and hightail it outta here?"
"What? You just can't--" I started to stand, but Genny shook his finger, clicking his tongue, while Bdubs dropped his voice to a whisper. "Oh, but who says we can't?"
The desk lamp shut off, the ghost of the bright light fading from my retinas when I heard a thump to my right, and a second thump as the camera dropped to the floor. I could only think of how expensive it would be to replace the camera, before something hard hit the back of my head.
~~~~~~~~~~~
My cameraman and I woke up next to the fountain at spawn as it was just starting to rain. We gathered the remains of the broken camera, but the film was still intact. We went back to the studio to process the film (and to get out of the rain). But it wasn't until a few days later, after the B-Team was reported missing and the newest Weekly Recap aired, that I received a chest by my home with my name on it. I first thought it was a prank, until I opened it, revealing several blocks of lapis and a note.
"B-Team's got shenanigans in other places, so we won't be back for quite awhile. But we thought that the poor lads, Orange Wool, could at least have some lapis. Unfortunately, the promised diamonds went missing, so we can't help you with that. But we want to thank them boys for the emeralds, and we're sorry we broke your camera. Adios Chad, B-Team out!
~B-Team"
As I collected the lapis, I mused over the note that the B-Team left me, and I was honestly thankful this situation didn't end in death. Though, sadness tinged through me because of B-Team's departure, but I could only wish them luck on their future adventures. The tranquility of Mindcrack was restored, for now at least, and I needed a small break. Moreover, a new camera.
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Date: Monday, April 20th, 2015 01:14 am (UTC)P.S. Cameraman confirmed for newest member of the server.no subject
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Date: Monday, April 20th, 2015 01:41 pm (UTC)Loved the story. ^^
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Date: Monday, April 20th, 2015 03:00 pm (UTC)Either way I think this worked out even better, I loved reading it and found it really well done. :)
Thanks so much!
#TeamOrangeWool
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