Bruh this exact thing happened to me so me and my friend went to our tower to see the damage and literally everything was gone. Back to when we just started and the only things we had left was out inventory. We tryed to play cat because I always had it with me with a jukebox (I was in my insanity arc) and it was just silent. No noise. The world then crashed and we had to delete it. That is sad and all but I was mostly upset because I never finished my insanity arc and never furnished my mansion.
you walk along a broken path, towers gracing the skyline around you. a hill comes into view, two doors leading into a house of someone you used to know. his farm lay forgotten, carrots ready for picking. [there's no one left to pick them up anymore] you hesitate before entering, remembering your friend, his smile, his laugh... you walk in, smiling fondly at the dirt walls and floor. he never cared much for big houses and fancy mansions. you open a chest, holding back a tear as you see nothing but two disks and a book in the centre. you ponder for a second, before reading the book. it doesn't say much. 'remember me. please. remember what i fought for. goodbye' the tears fall freely now, and without thinking, you take the green disk. it is scratched, and broken from all the times it's been played and tossed around and stolen, but it works. you play it on his jukebox, and sob quietly as the sun sets over the mountain. "im sorry i couldnt save you friend" you whisper to the winds. [he forgives you.] •oh gosh I haven't written anything in so long thank you for the inspiration - I'm not quite sure how this story is meant to be taken, but uh 😅 wonderful music op i hope you have a nice day• edit: holy shit guys thank you for the likes :O i was not expecting that thank you
two distant memories of people slowly saunter along an oak path. one speaks in a loud, commanding voice while the others words are barely whispers. these voices seem so distant to you know as you sit, listening to a piece of music, a voice, you were gifted by a person long gone. their stories are hazy and dreamlike as the soft tune plays. you are reminded of joyful times slowly seeping into melancholy ones. the people you envision in your minds eye were happily playing as the world around them crumbled. eventually everything crumbled, even their bond. as the tune plays on, the memories get fainter and fainter. the two young figures become hazy in your mind as the tattered disc slowly reaches its end. the disc stops faster than you think it would and you realize the absurdity of the situation; these people can’t be real. the history of the place you stay in has been documented since the beginning and you cannot recall a time where two young figures had a bond that was broken in such a harsh way as described in the song. you take the disc out and toss it to the side, the faint visions with it. the idea of writing to these isnt original, but the story still is. just wanted to dabble in the story writing :] the music was amazing and i enjoyed every second of it. this will definitely become one of the looped songs!! :D
Blood red vines cover the buildings, the bright color that one filled the world seemed dull and gray. You sit on a bench, watching the sun set in the distance as the disc hums a familiar tune. You close your eyes, memories coming flooding back to you, the fights, the wars, the celebrations, the explosions. You hear a faint buzz in your ear as the scratched disc continues to turn. You open your eyes again, taking in a deep breath, savoring all the memories you had with others, whether they were good or bad, they were memories.
:POV, you come across the dream SMP years after everyone had left/died, or so you thought: You walked through the spruce forest that was right behind your house as you suddenly saw something that you had only heard about in stories people told to scare their children, the Dream SMP, wow. Immediately, you ran closer to get a better look, you had made it to the community house, or its remains. The only thing left was a few bricks, you decided to pick one up as a souvenir and continue to walk around. The one thing that stood out to you. It was something that meant so much to the residents who once lived there yet so little to anyone else, a small burnt-up piece of the original, L'manburg flag. As you continued traveling gathering a small bit of remaining bloodvine, a few collars of dogs, the debris of buildings, and most importantly, a disc known as "Mellohi", something that anyone to have ever heard an SMP tale would know of. Its matching pair, Cat was not there. But you continued walking until you made it to a small hill, where a tree with a bench near it stood, you heard a tune playing from the area. As you approached cautiously you noticed a middle-aged man sitting there, cigar in mouth, looking at what used to be the SMP. When he saw you he immediately screamed. You quickly recognized who he was just by how those who told the tales described him, Tommy. Tommy was the former main character, he was the owner of the discs, and he was sitting in front of you. Quietly you whispered, "Tommy?" He looked at you with a surprised look that you knew him than almost instantly realized you had heard of him through all of those stories. He let out an mhm noise as you two began chatting. As he told you the tales all you could do was sit there in shock, the way others told them was completely different. He called out a name you had memorized since the character had an obsession with bees, similar to you. "Tubbo!" Immediately a brown-haired boy approached. "We have company!" The blond one exclaimed. As the three of you chatted you returned the disc to Tommy, and the song finally finished. You had made up your mind, you were going to move into the small fairy-tale-like town.
“This disc has been through hell and back” He said quietly “I think it’s time for it to go to hell and never return.” He threw the disc into a fire as he walked away he grabbed his crown and tie his tail swayed his red and green eyes glowed. “Although I don’t think Dream smp is far from hell.”
*just as you realize you had spaced out, the purple record comes to an end. it’s far too quiet. >play the green record leave *you take out the purple record and put in the green. *though nearly shattered, as if through some supernatural force, a tune plays. *you stay focused on the music this time. a soft breeze whispers of nations long gone, friendships torn apart, of tragedies they brought upon themselves. *you are filled with satisfaction. after everything, finally, one big happy family.
You are walking around a village, stealing all of the treasures. Then a black cat with large, green eyes approaches you . You think it’s bad luck, but it rubs against you and purrs. So you go fishing to tame it. It only took one fish to tame the cat, you and the cat went on adventures. Until your cat goes missing, then you see a message “Cat Drowned.” You feel a pain in your gut, and swear to never leave anyone un supervised, you’re very protective with your friends, until they unfriend you for it. You feel alone. Then an old friend that moved away gave you an old disc they found in their basement. You play the disc and memories start flooding in (SORRY IF I MESSED UP ON SPELLING!
You and your friends hear about tales of a supposed place called “Dream Smp” a few miles from your small town. You all think it’s folk lore and go to the area this supposed “Dream Smp” is said to be. “Wait... is it real?” One friend asks while pointing to a flag at the horizon. You all walk closer. It is. There’s also a path! All your friends separate since the stories never said there’s any monsters there, right? You go on a path then notice a sign. “Prime path? What a weird name.” You mutter to yourself. Wait what’s that? You notice in the corner of your eye a little dirt shack covered by vines and plants. You go in it looking around, a little circular thing catches your eye! You dust it off coughing from the amount of dirt. One is grey with green in the middle and the other is grey with purple and white stripes in the middle. You think back on the stories trying to remember if they had anything on what these things were! . . . “Disks!” You abruptly shout. You look around for where to play them and see a small box. Wiping off the dust you see a name, Tomm in it. Some of the letters were rubbed off but you can guess what is in the blanks, you wipe more dust off to reveal a slot! While putting in the purple disk you see a name on the back, *Mellohi* next you check the green one and it says *Cat.* After finding out that Mellohi was too damaged to play, you put cat in. “Hey!” You hear behind you as you jump. You turn around, just one of your friends. “Don’t scare me like that [_____]!” You yell back, “What’s that music?” They say. “Oh just a disk I found in here. Called Cat or whatever, did you find anything?” “Yea I found an abandoned area, seems like it exploded. What was it called again?Main burg?” One of your other friends walking into the dirt shack says “L’manburg I’m pretty sure.” You respond saying, “Yea [_____] is right I think it’s L’manburg” Your other friends come in talking about what they found while *Cat* plays in the background. You all begin to walk out and head back home when you look at the sign above the entrance in the shack. “So it’s Tommyinnit’s home too? I wonder if he’s still around.” You think. You then go back to talking with your friends.
Cat was your uncle's favourite disc, mellohi too. Your father would tell you stories about him. You ask where he is, and your father goes silent. "Somewhere better, I hope" is all he says.
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I have never done this before and its really bad but Its been decades since the events of the smp. You walk through the rubble, scavenging for food. Deep in the snowy tundra, you se a chest, half buried in the snow. You carefully dig it up, and look inside. Its a music disk, labeled "Cat". Its scratched up, and covered in dust. You take it out, and see a note attached to it. You can barely make out what it says: "Thank you :)"
you wake up again , only a small amount of players were alive after the war , for the past few weeks almost everyone has been searching for anything important, or for any survivors. one day while searching in the sand you find a box or discs but one of the discs is in better condition than the rest , you put the discs in a chest and continue searching when you get home you play the records, but the one labeled “cat” seems to be in better shape than the others, you can’t help but wonder why , maybe it was the persons favourite disc , maybe it was somehow protected you don’t know the other discs are scratched till you can barley hear the music , you throw away all the discs but one, cat
Serenity, that's all that Tommy wanted to feel. But as more and more crap git him he found it hard. After l'manburg, exile, dream, tubbo.... There was barely anything that could reassure this soul. So he goes to a lone crater, places a few stairs and a jukebox, and decides to play an old favorite, as he gazes at the falling sun....
As a young boy sits near a crater, he listens and remembers when this crater was once a great country. He sits and remembers the good and the bad of the country. The country he had fought and died for. The place he once knew as home. The country may have hurt him but he couldn't help feeling sadness as he sat and listened to a scratched up disc that meant the world to him. He had lost so much fighting for this disc and now he had it back. The boy sat refusing to show his emotions as he remembered victories and betrayals. He felt sad over the loss of the place he had once known as home, however he also felt slightly relieved has the place that had taken friends and turned them against each other was now gone. He would continue to miss the place but he would move forward, just as time does. Time will continue to heal the wounds that the country has caused. Slowly but surely the world would continue to move on and this place, his once was home, would be placed into the history books as a great country that fell from its grace.
The ghost wanders through the crater of his former country, holding hands with his trusting friend. A faint music plays, one of his friends discs. The flag of his home lies tattered on the ground, and a piece of blue wool is all that remains of his old pet.
Ok here’s my attempt at story writing :] It’s been 19 years since the Dream SMP was last touched. Players moved on, and it officially ended after a long and gruesome war. Everything was in shambles. Tommy’s mound of a house caved in after year 13. The Pandora’s vault was now only a few blocks. Eret’s castle, once majestic and proud, stood weak due to mountains of TNT. Even the Prime Path was lined with explosions that could never be fixed. It didn’t help that Minecraft hadn’t been updated in years. The game had several bugs, and any noise that came out was choppy or static. Nevertheless, a zombie piglin stayed and claimed this world as his. Even when his dads disappeared, he still continued to roam the world, hoping to find them someday. One day, he came across a crater while on his expedition. He knew to avoid these. There was an ominous staircase that led up. Moving around the hole, he hoped that maybe one of his dads was there. He went up the creaky stairs. At the top, an old mound lay next to a wooden bench. The bench was bent from the rain, and torn by the termites. Looking around, he noticed a chest with scratched handwriting on it. “MY DISCS” Opening it, he noticed several discs, mostly broken or torn. An emerald green one caught his eye. Coughing, he blew the dust off of it. A nearby jukebox begged him to put it in. The Zombie Piglin reluctantly slid the ancient record in. He let it roll, as tears filled his eyes.
[ a faded memory ] [ of days playing in the flowers ] [ you and him ] [ together, forever. ] [ but it always came to you ] [ that he was, off. ] [ he always had a dark spot ] [ on the left side of his face ] [ he seemed to just appear ] [ in places he shouldn’t ] [ when you fell out of touch ] [ it was heat breaking ] [ but then one day ] [ he appeared at your door ] [ you didn’t recognize him ] [ he said ] [‘Hey friend’] [ in his familiarly voice ] [‘No way!’] [ you responded ] [ enthusiastically ] [ you invite him in ] [ then he goes to sit down ] [ and vanishes ] [ leaving purple smoke where he was ] [Wha-?’] [ your confused ] [ he’s back ] [ behind you ] [ he’s back ] [behind you ] [ he’s back ] [behind you ] [behind you ] [you heard him ] [.] [.] [.] [ r̵̡̤̫̗̲͚̹̭͓̓̋̀̌à̴̡̢̛̦̟͖̹̪̳̘̬̓͑̉́͝n̵̰̼͇̅b̶̢̤̓̔͊̀̈́̅̄̕ͅö̶̰̳̤̬̘̮̑̈͐̕͘͝ǫ̵̻̪̙̜͇͚͓̒̓͂̈́̆̎́̆͝? ]
As you, a torn soldier, walk through the corridor to victory, you stumble upon an average vinyl disc. It looks scratched, yet not destroyed. Many footsteps indicating others trampling it. You pick it up, not thinking much about it, gazing into it's bright green shreds of worn stickers. Compared to the other discs found by your broken friends, it looked nearly the same, besides color. The purple and green eyes of the discs could only remind you of your most nostalgic, carefree, childhood moments. You shed a tear listening to it's enchanting chorus. All you can mutter through your now emotional face is "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you..."
Tommy stares at what remains of the smp he once knew. The smp that had multiple nations, multiple wars, and the most important thing of them all, friendships. He let a tear roll down his cheek. “What have I done.” He knew what he did, he just didn’t want to admit it was his fault. He had watched as Ranboo mindlessly attempted to kill Michael and Tubbo failing, then freed Dream from prison. He felt as if Dream was outside of prison there was nothing good to fight for anymore, because Dream had already proven that he is capable of escaping anything, and with the revival book he was unstoppable. So Tommy snapped. He stole armor, Golden apples, Potions, Weapons, and most importantly, the handkerchief he gave Tubbo as a sign of friendship. He felt replaced by Ranboo. In the end Tommy ruined what was once a beautiful smp, now a crater filled with smoke and ash. He pulled out his two discs, cat and mellohi, sat on the now rotting bench, and remembered how scared Dream looked when he killed him. He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. He felt no place since nobody else was left. So he took cat, listened to its tune, and once the tune ended, he threw it into a river along with Mellohi, the compasses, Dream’s mask, his and Tubbo‘s handkerchiefs, and Technoblade’s crown. He was waiting for it to go down the stream when he heard a voice, Tubbo. “Tommy?” “Where have you been?” He looked behind him. All he could see was a blinding light. He recognised this place. The void. “Everyone is waiting for you Tommy!” “Come on!” Tubbo reached out for his hand with a smile on his face. “We can finally be free again.” Tommy grabbed his hand and they both walked towards the cottage in the void. "Welcome Home Tommy." "Hey Sam what’s this stuff in the river?" "A crown, two discs, two handkerchiefs, a mask, and two compasses that point to eachother.“ "Sounds like it came from Tommy alright." "I miss them Puffy." "And I know you miss them too."
I dont write much but here goes as you wake up in what seems to be an old and destroyed home, you gaze around as red spikey vines have invaded around the walls and ceiling, you take a walk outside wondering where you are, after some minutes of traveling around you find a destroyed tree, some leafs still on fire as you sit on a barely standing bench, there's a disk on the side with a note attached to it. "for tommy." You carefully take the note off as you slide the scratched disk into the jukebox as it starts to play, a feeling of comfort washes over you as you stare at the beautiful horizon, not much of a nice view below, it's mainly red vines and a broken path.
As time passes on, and the cries of the world echo outward, two single discs play fondly in the distance. A remembrance, perhaps, to help show who once did live here, who once loved here, who once hated here. It's unclear, as every memory of such was left in the past. Wind howls through the trees, they seem to whimper in loss. Ruins are left untouched for decades, until one hand reaches out. "Haha..I wonder what song's playing.." a small boy, in a yellow and brown sweater says. Their overall strap falls slightly, they pull it back up. "Cat, maybe?" They reached their hand onto yours, before their soul seemed to flicker away - and fade into the darkness. You continue walking around. A lake, with the few remnants of what seemed to be a house, of sorts. The bridge there is still intact. As you begin to walk onto it, you hear the laughter of children from behind you. "Tommy! Wait up! I can't run that faaast.." The person from before whines. A new, blonde haired and blue eyed, kid runs in front of them. "C'mon, Tubs! It'll be fun!" They both look young, maybe fourteen at most, which confuses you - since earlier you saw the same person, but they looked maybe seventeen then. You glance over to your right, to see ;; A tall, lanky man, with his skin two shades. Half a purple - almost black, and the other a pure white - with a touch of some gray. They fiddled with their hands, before slightly waving to you. "Hi, you're -- Alyssa, right?" They fade, as tears fall from your eyes. A place of obsidian and blood floods into your vision, a sign that says - "Pandora's Vault" is seen. You hear cries from the inside. "Sam! SAM!" It sounds like your old friend, Dream. If Pandora's Vault is a prison, why is he in there? The cries fade to mischievous laughter from someone you don't recognize, "L.A, baby!" they called. One person is all you see now, a man in a deer outfit, he turned to you. "Welcome home, Alyssa." Callahan stated, as if he had always spoken. You break down, tears turning to screams - and screams turning to whimpers of pain. ===== fin.
You softly look through the rubbish that used to be L’manberg. This place was your home. You had everything here and yet it’s gone. You place a jukebox down and put in the first record you find. It’s a little upbeat but you don’t mind you start sweeping up the piles up dirt and dust and get to work. You build a small cobblestone house with a door. “My L’manberg” is all you say before you fall to your knee sobbing over your lost home while the happy song plays gently in the background.
Story: A sun rises over the horizon as the ashes of the old city fall from the sky. All that remains is one kid who ran away as the city burnt to the ground. The fire danced in the city, death and destruction in it’s wake. It was gone they thought to themselves as their burnt clothing was dragged along the crackle upon the desert sands. It was all gone he though again. They dragged themselves across the landscape as the 12 year old boy settled down crying with barely any food as his stomach grumbled in a cave. Then a hiss came from the cave the kid tried to leave but it was to dark. Is this the end the boy thought to himself as the explosion rode through the cave. All of a sudden a silence broke as an arrow flew through the air a green disc fell on the ground. The boy picked it up and ran at dawn the second the sun crept over the horizon. Taking it to refuge. 5 years later, a kingdom has a disc in the middle. The disc was the inspiration for the city to be built. Wars raged as the disc wore down. After every victory it was played, a symbol of hope, peace, and, of course, cats. Apologize for bad grammar I wrote this on mobile
I imagine tommy walking around the ruins of what used to be the dream smp, as he was the only person who survived long enough. it's been 20 years and tommy feels sad and he looks at all the broken memories. Then his eyes stumble upon something green, the disc! He plays it while sitting on the bench. He's the only one sitting on the bench. Then he starts crying.
this made me tear up, the thought of tommy sitting on the bench and putting in the disc in a broken jukebox, expecting tubbo and ranboo to be there, joking around, just like the good old days, but hes by himself in this god forsaken server
Tommy stared at the discs in his hand, he sighed softly running a hand through his hair. He felt warm tears drip down the sides of his face, not noticing tubbo looking over to him in concern. "It was all for nothing... wasn't it?" The blond muttered with a shaky voice. "What do you mean...?" Tubbo spoke softly. "The wars... the fights... look the-they.... they're all broken tubbo... they probably sound like shit now anyways..." Tommy said barely above a whisper, this wasn't the normal Tommy, loud with his eyes always burning with a fire of passion, now he seemed quiet... and somewhat scared. Tubbo looked at his friend, now he had no idea what tommy was going through right now but he'll be dammed if he didn't try and help. "Well... I bet they still sound good" tubbo said, flashing a tiny smile. Tommy just looked away. "I'll bet you five diamonds that cat sounds just as good as before! Who says a few holes and burns will make it sound like shit?" Tubbo exclaimed with a giggle, Tommy gave a small chuckle handing cat over to tubbo, who promptly put it in the jukebox
tommys character has gone through so much trauma. he deserves much more than the shit he gets. this 16 year old has gone through death, war, horrible manipulation from a brother-figure and a man with a god complex. his closest friend was forced to exile him. he was banished from a country he worked to make, twice. he watched as a father figure of his killed his son, and tommys friend. i really hope this child can experience growth and move on, but god knows if thats possible now.
Work with me here, first time posting one of these♡: A lonesome half-breed perches comfortably. Decaying kingdom resting below their feet. Memories of years ago echoed, whispering names and memories of those that no longer stand. A faint tune plays ever so depressingly, the record being all that remained from fleeting memories. "How far we've fallen," The avian said in a broken voice. "Once a ruler, a mother, only to be left alone within the wreckage." She would hang her head, tears streaming down pale, cheeks. The disk playing in solem, once their kins beloved song. It reminded her of times small feet pattered against stone tiles. A cheerful youngling, smiling up at them, flickering with life. While the tune continued on, the more grievances came to light. "I've let everyone down, I'm so sorry...my loving friend, subjects, even my precious family." Sobs wracked through their body, shaking so vigorously, was difficult to remain comfortably perched. The half-breed wrapped their hands around themselves. Surrendering to the faint tune, yielding to memories, and guilt. "I envy the past, for it has everything."
You look around, tears of streaming down your cheeks as you remember, the wars, the friendships, there was time when everything was better, people didn't have to run, places weren't exploded beyond recognition, withers didn't litter the world, the only place untouched by the destruction, a bench, one you've visited a lot, you stare at the sun through blurry tears, a golden hue warming the sky as it sets below the mountains, you turn, the ruins of a hotel long forgotten and a dirt house stand still, the world is slow, you think to yourself, _was it slow for them too?_ ( Not my best story, but definitely one of the more interesting ones I've written! Thanks for the music, it's really pog. Hope you enjoy )
I feel like when i’m older i will listen to Cat..and be reminded of the times when i first played minecraft, the tutorial even..the demo..all of it always had Cat in it. People say that people like Cat the best just because it is the most common to get in chests, but it truly is the best disc in the game. It holds a special place in my heart.
heres a story now A little girl would be running outside through twists of red vines being careful not to touch them from the stories she was told. This was her first look outside She glanced over at Pandora's Vault Exploded. "Dad what is that place?" Her father answerd "Pandoras Vault, A place that held a dangerous man. He knew more stuff than he shouldve. That man called himself Dream" The litte girl looked down then replied "Oh why was he put in there though?" Her father just stared into the distance "Many Reasons Iris, He killed a lot of people, He exploded L'manburg and thats just the bare minimun" Iris looked down on that ground and picked up a disc rounded in green with a word craved into it *Cat* Iris put the disc into her backpack and starts to skip around. Iris has gone home now she finds a jukebox and places into the jukebox *The Music starts to play* "Hmm it seems nice just a bit lower and scratched, was this in the war?" She takes the disc out of the jukebox flips it over to show the owner of the disc *-TommyInIt-* "Tommy? Wasnt he in the war" Iris saw another name on the disc next to Tommy's It reads *Dream* Iris Immedtaly stands up and takes it to her dad out of shock "Dad! Dad!" Her father replies "Yes Iris?" Iris shows the disc to her dad "I found this in the vines" Her father takes the disc "What about it though?" Iris Responds "Flip It Over" The Father flips over the disc and Reads *-TommyInIt-* *Dream* The father just stares at it "Where did you find this again Iris" Iris looks up to think "Under the vine near the bench of the cliff Why do you ask?" The father stands up and puts it in the bookcase "No reason Iris" The Father Looks at the clock "Lets go to bed its getting late"
As he walked the wooden path, confused and alone, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. If only he could remember where he was, or why he felt sorrow aching in his chest. Something had happened here, he knew it. He just couldn't figure out what it was. He continued sauntering down the empty walkway, afraid of what would meet him if he stepped off of it. Eventually, he came across a hill with two doors supporting it. Looking at the makeshift home, he had the faintest memory of laughter, though he couldn't recall who it had belonged to. He noticed a single bench just off of the side of the road. Tired from all the aimless walking, he sat down. He had to bring his knees up when he sat, and he could tell that he was taller than who the bench was built for. Off to the side was a small jukebox accompanied by a disc with green markings. The disc looked lonely, but he found no reason for why there should be another. He realized how silent it was around him, and how nice it would be to have some music. He carefully picked up the vinyl and placed it in the jukebox. After a few seconds of silence, he was mildly surprised when the music started playing, albeit a little scratchy. The tune was upbeat, but the feelings it invoked were anything but that. He felt many things upon hearing that disc. Sadness for what he had lost. Anger at conflicts that didn't exist. Longing for someone that he once knew. Above all that, he felt nostalgia for a time that never was. Or... was it?
this one (cat) makes me feel like the server is finally at peace, whereas the mellohi one sounds more like they've finally lost all hope of ever living a normal life
"Dearest darling, don't you dare cry," I say. "But you might not come back! Please don't leave!" My little sister cried. I smile sweetly, letting a few tears escape my eyes. "Keisha, I won't ever leave you. You know I'll always be there with you even if I die" I say, putting my hand on her cheek. "C'mon, we need to leave." My friend says from behind me. I smile one last time, hugging my little sister. She cries and begs me not to go, but I just shake my head and get up. "May the winds be forever in your favor, sis" I walk away, following my friend as she walks, her blood red hair seemingly glowing. We walk and walk, soon finding a place perfect for us. We start building our little home, but soon I see my friend getting more rough. I start imagining these horrible things and have constant nightmares. As days go on, I start hearing voices, telling me that my friend will betray me. "No, it's not true" I say to myself. I shake my head. I continue writing the letter for my sister. I smile, wishing dearly to go back and hug her. "She doesn't love you" some voice says. I shout no and grip my head, hearing so many voices saying that they hate me, I am something better than them. They tell me that my friend is going to take the End and Nether. I get up and grab my sword. I need to get them first. I soon claim the End and Nether, but my friend takes them from me. We have this little meeting, and she tries to make me join her side, the voices were right. I was betrayed. No one loves me. I am better than them. I can do so much. I'm better... *Right?..* _This is so hard writing on a tablet, my writings come best when I'm on a computer. I am so happy that there are so many story tellers in the comments, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. Me, along side all the other talented writers here, are a community of story tellers with your music. I thank you for allowing us to be part of such a great place. Also, I am working on the Wattpad book for this kind of story. P.S. If you didn't know, this is the backstory for the Leader!_
three boys walked along the path, it had been four years since they had last been here. the path had many holes in it, and was very destroyed from all the wars. they saw a house, it was a simple dirt shack with two oak wood doors. they walked in, the house was very dusty and filled with cobwebs, but it still felt oddly safe. they decided to look in the chests, they didnt find anything important until, in one of the chests, they found a green and black disc with the word [CAT] carved into it. they saw a jukebox, sitting in the middle of the room, and decided to play the disc. as they did, a woman with frizzy, white hair, a pirates hat, and ram horns walked in. _[boys....your back..?]_ ▀im not the best at writing, so s0r7y if this is bad !!▀
Pov: you the last one left on the dream smp every died during the war it's only you and mycheal. You try to make things a little better by playing Tommy's discs. You cry the whole time tho while mycheal dances to try and make you feel better and now all you can think about is who your going to bring back because the book dream had can only bring back one person.... So who?
A small story: Its cold outside. You pick up your sweater and boots to get some wood for the fire place. It almost looks like the hole world is coverd in snow from where you stand. You make your way through the beautiful white land. Each and every footsteps behind you tells a story of there own. As you remember the good days that are long gone. The woods so beautiful and foreboding at the same time. There in the distance a house you haven't seen before. It looks like it's been build in the wall like some kind of cave, only the doors are visible. Out of curiosity you take a peek inside. Nothing looks off. But there is one thing that caches your attention. An old record players never have you seen such a thing. As you step inside the house a cold breeze hits you. The house looks nice and warm. But something tells you, you shouldn't be here. On the record player there is an record labeld cat. You wonder if it still works. Its been here for such a long time. There are screeches and dust all over the greenly colours disc. You gently swipe the dust off. Your father thought you about these but you never actually seen one in real life. As carefully as you can you put the disk on the machine and play it. The music is weirdly calming. You feel a presents of another person filling the room. You lissen to the song while going through some books. While the snow outside slowly covers your footsteps. Hope you enjoy haven't written anything in such a long time haha so hope it wasn't that bad. This was quite fun to do! I love reading y'all's story's here!
As Tommy is at the way to his last adventure alone he plays his last disc. he gets reminded by his friends/family and more with his last time seeing l‘manburg and the war’s l‘manburg has he closes his eyes and sees Wilbur,tubbo and all his other friend. :)
Tommy’s walking along the prime path, broken and bruised with age. He has a hand on his stomach, blood dripping between his fingers. The trees around are decayed, no building left standing. He gets to the crater of L’manberg, lost a long time ago. As he climbs down, he sees the L’manberg flag at the bottom, tattered and drooping. No wind reaches the bottom. He sits down, still bleeding out. As the world starts to close in, his eyelids get heavy, he sees Dream. Dream has followed him. “You know you wouldn’t win, Tommy. You’re going to die just like Phil and Techno, like Wilbur. Bleeding to death for a country, a country that no longer stands.” Dream says. He takes his mask off, and places it on the ground. “It’s ok, I can be the last face you see.” Dream smiles at Tommy as everything goes black.
A soft tune of half forgotten memory’s, hidden away and warped by the fickle fate of the mind. A melody so familiar, it’s ebbs and flows known by the millions. _A song of home_ , of a place known only to the mind of the eye, to ear and hand. It’s soothing sound fills the ears and hearts with love, love of a place known to its creator and precious few. The song of loss, times passed by and friends forgotten, homes left to be corrupted, forgotten and discarded. Loyal companions, righteous fury, curiosity and fear; all are known, loved and thought of with bitter-sweet fondness. The sound of loss, for what you where, for the knowledge of what you may yet become, of friendships thought to be untouched by the steady tide of time. To look back to a time not so long ago, when the mind’s disbelief was suspended, and a place so plain, so simple really, became a world on its own. Oh, but those times where sweet, the time was simple, the hands where small and fragile. A longing for a home created and made, for nostalgic longings of simple problems, seemingly endless time.
@@via_automata Tysm! I wrote this out in a fit of nostalgia, and I wasn’t entirely satisfied with it when I posted it. Although, for what essentially can be summarized as a bitter taste on the back of the tongue for friendships old and lost, I think I fleshed it out passably enough, haha. ( Really though, I’m soaring over here; I don’t gotten many compliments for my work, and your reply has me so happy I’m grinning uncontrollably :D )
You look out towards the ocean, the waves gleaming in the sunlight. You sigh, glancing at your trusty raft that carried you this far. You have finally made it to the mainland after being stranded at sea for 2 weeks. You fought against starvation, dehydration,monsters you didn't believe existed, toiled against the kraken itself! The one thing that kept you going was your pure determination, to see your friends, your family, and a weather beaten music player that miraculously still plays, the only other thing that survived the crash. You don't know if it is even real, At your worst you saw things that didn't exist, fought against what was considered myth. But you grasp the disc in hand, pausing the crackling music and feel the cold hard surface. You don't know why it was on that ship, you don't know what happened to the owner, but you put the song back in and quietly whisper, so only the sea may hear. "Thank you"... You look up into the sky, night falling, and take a well deserved rest.
The end. The place where you worried about death. About falling into the void of black or the endermen that cried. About the dragon that plauged your every move. And yet, youre here. You made it. Stepping onto the edge of the portal you feel an uncertainty rush over you. But, you knew you had to. You had more to do back at home. With a quick glance at the pillars around, you abruptly find yourself back at the portal. The room where you hunkered down moments before. With a long sigh, you begin the trip home, the dragon egg safe in your bag. The sun, it rises. Casting a glow onto the world you spent hours-no weeks on. Monuments you seem to remember pass by. Such as the village of stone, or the temple left in sand. But soon you are home. With your red minecraft bed, with your tabby cat and wolf, and with more memories. Placing your burlap bag onto the floor you fish around for the egg until the edge of something brushes your bruised hand. Wincing, you lean over to see a strip of green placed inside the ring of a music disk. You laugh to yourself. That disc never left your inventory since you got it. Always too lazy to put it away. You pull it from the bag. Warped, scratched, and battered you knew it wouldnt work. It had been through too much. Like you. But you get up, smiling as you twirl it between your fingers and place it in the jukebox. Messing with yourself as you press play. Nothing. Silence fills you. You shouldve known. A crackle. Or two. And it springs to life (or whats left of it) Turning you hear the disc play. Humming the familiar tune you had known years before. And as the world around you burns, you know, itll be alright. Just for today.
Re-listening to this 2 years later after the dream SMP took a final close. This brings back some good times. the memories and emotions i felt, it all felt unreal to me. The dream SMP is an experience that can never be replicated or relived, but I would sell my soul to go back to where it all began, the bench, cat, mellohi, two friends, and a sunset. I guess we were taken back there in the end. Cat makes me feel bittersweet, victorious, as the best thing that has ever happened to some people such as tommy, has come to its close after 3 long years of glory and amazement. Yet it also jerks a few tears loose, because it makes me remember watching every hour of content over again. Living through the story once again. The bench again. Yet Mellohi, it makes me feel weary. The fact I'll never get the memories again, and the impending doom in which it will one day be forgotten. The way mellohi echoes, it gives me a sense of fear and doom. I know this will never be replicated again, but i will *Never* forget watching every. single. hour. of content. I know that one day the world will have forgotten, but one day, somehow, someway, I will see it again. The bench. Lmanburg. The discs. Techno. Tommy. Tubbo. Wilbur. Every single moment i will forever hold dear in my heart. It was an absolute pleasure to live through this. Yet, I will someday have reached peace, at last.
the fire fades away and rain slowly falls onto the rubble. the last survivor wanders the wasteland that has become of the world. roads filled by the decay of exploded houses and foundations cracked and shaken. the survivor comes across a place once known as a house. amongst the rubble, a partially melted and scratched disc. but, as he picked it up, he picked up a memory of the world. the disc held the story of the beginning. the life the survivor once lived. the life, that was now impossible. hey uhm quick edit here im now writting a whole story that is essentially tommies pov through the whole dream smp.
Tommy comes back to this old world years after everyone left. Cobwebs have grown in most of the buildings. The hotels have been left for ruin. Tommy is grown now. He still has the scars from his battles here, mental and physical. He walks down Prime Path again, just like old times, and sits down at the old bench. There's a chest there. He opens it, wondering if anyone left anything behind in this old place, and finds his old Cat disk along with a piece of paper with a note written on it. "Figured you would want this -:)" He smiles, though there's a bittersweet twinge to it. He'll have to tell Dream he got his note when he sees him again. _Still up to his old tricks, that Dream,_ thought Tommy. Dream's come a long way since the events of this SMP. The two were actual friends again. It was nice. The young adult examines the scratched vinyl, tracing the green ring in the center, and pops it into the ancient jukebox next to the bench. He half expects it to be broken, but a somber melody starts playing from the speaker. The tension in his shoulders releases and he sighs, old memories coming back to him. How many times did he sit here with Tubbo, watching the sunrise together? A soft smile graces his features. As the scratched disk plays its corrupted song of peaceful joy, Tommy watches the sun sink below the horizon, the sky turning orange with the dying light. It felt good; it felt right. He thinks about texting Tubbo and inviting him on to enjoy the last sunset of the server anyone will likely enjoy. The moment passes as the song comes to an end. The sunset is finished and the disk pops out of the jukebox. Tommy puts it back in the chest and logs off the server for the last time, returning to a newer server with new friends. The future has so much to offer now and the past may be collecting cobwebs, but he will always carry a piece of this SMP with him. On to a new journey, a new story.
everyone's talking about the dsmp, but all i can think about when i listen to this is my childhood, playing minecraft with my best friends all day. the funny thing is, i don't think we ever listened to music discs...
Story Time! ~*~*~ You're trapped inside of Minecraft, with basically no escape. You've only played this game a few times, so you haven't gotten used to the controls and what you have to do. What happens now? > Look around for something or someone that can help Stay where you are You wander around the plains you spawned in, as familiar music plays in the background. It's also the favourite song of one of your friends who plays Minecraft alot. Although, it sounds slightly scratched... And there in the distance you see someone, sitting next to a jukebox playing this song on repeat. Or, you think so that is. You don't exactly know what. Walk away > Walk up to them You slowly make your way up to this person as you take in the scenery of tis place. Inside the game, it seems to be less blocky, and a bit more realistic. The person notices you from a distance and you stand still for a moment. You two stare at eachother for a while. Then the mysterious person throws a dark teal coloured ball in your direction. The ball lands right in front of you and the person seems to teleport there. You're now staring this unknown person in the eyes. All of a sudden, they're hugging you really tight. You... kiujkksqi9a^%$^&%^&t&**(ijklio8yahnLIUOXZYT&%u^&y*^&%^&Y8A67i9897uplkjefuiudsoa >Just stand there "I've missed you so much... How long has it been since I last saw you?" You recognise the voice of this person. You're childhood best friend. You two have been through everything together. And now he's here after such a long time without speaking to eachother. "Lars...?" "You still remember me... That's a relief. Now tell me, how long has it been since I last saw you?" "Um... 5 years."
Imagine if tommy and tubbo use this in a resource pack and play this on the last day after getting their discs go through something unexplanatory with it ending with the server suddenly stopping for good
The land around is nothing but grey and wasted around your feet. All that use to stand here has been withered away, and carried in the wind. But one thing remains, what was once a prize, a trophy, the lighter for the bomb of war. It lay still under the dust and ashes. As you begin to play the song, you feel as if you are being watched by dozens of spirits. Some of them are sad, wishing to cry Some of them are annoyed, the power the disk held still mocks them in death. But as the song concludes, you feel as if this tune has woven itself into your soul. you don't fully understand why this matters so much to you, but you now feel the motivation to keep it going.
I come back to this whenever I get nightmares, which isn’t too frequent but more often than I’d like. It always replaces that bone deep feeling of anxiety that I am not safe no matter where I am with total peace and euphoria. Thanks for making this
Watching this out of curiosity, now I'm remembering my childhood while I listen to an old minecraft song I had listened to when I played minecraft as a kid, the memories are flooding back
a distant whisper of a past you thought you can no longer remember. but its all coming back, isn't it? a light shines an the blank wall through a window. the empty room is now filled with memories. you remember pain and grief and sorrow... but you remember the good times too. the smell of grass, baked goods and your partners perfume, gosh you liked those picnics. you remember the feeling of gentle touch against your skin and the sound of silent breathing. you smile. you look down at you scars, you pick the mirror that rests on your night table and hesitantly look at it. you smile wider. even after all you have gone through... its still you.
my try in writing :DD "so this used to be the famous 'Dream SMP'" a girl said walking on what seems to be the remains of the SMP's Community house. She accidentally stumbled on one of the portals that led to the SMP while looking for foxes and now shes here, walking on the once called "Prime path". She goes up on some stairs and stops herself halfway through when she hears this nice, calming but scratchy sound coming from a the top of the staircase, 'Is someone else here?' she asked herself. She slowly walks to where the sound is coming from, a Jukebox, placed near a bench next to a tree. "whats this? A disc?" She says, looking at the Jukebox. She takes the disc and inspecting it, whilst trying to be gentle. 'Cat' it said, "is that the name?" she asks. She puts it in her bag carefully trying not to damage it. she then though of an idea "Me and dad can play this along with his Mellohi disc!" I apologize if this sucks I only know how to write poems ;-;
Pov: you are a young child running without a care in the world leaving snowchaser in the distance you stumble upon a huge crator in the ground and see a few small fires burning you see a chest with cold accents painted on one looked as if it was a disk. You open the chest and see an old vinyl record inside you read the name carved into the green middle "cat" "MICHAEL"you hear your father yell " yes? " he sees the disk in your hands "oh I remember that my friend Tommy would play it all the time" your father starts to softly cry "Dad who is Tommy?" You wonder "well we should start at the beginning" your father puts in the disk. Hours fly past as your father explains everything from the creation of L'manburg to Schlatts electing to office to the country being exploded, he tells of a time when violence was the only way and friends became enimys then he told of how dream,Technoblade, and Philza exploded the nation once and for all and how dream was sent to prison forever and how he killed Tommy but then revived him. "That is the story behind it all Michael your two father's met and had to shelter away from it all" you stare in awe "can I make a bench with a recordplayer to watch the sunset at?" You ask " yes you can I will help you". You awaken to only realise that was all a dream yet in ways of wasn't you hear the same record playing in your room you see the same carved name "Cat" you run downstairs "FATHER YOU WON'T BELIVE THE DREAM I HAD" He smiles at you "well let's hear it..." so you tell him the whole story and ranboo just smiles at you... : ) ~I loved writing this~
desc: but this one is somehow less scracted than mellohi me: hmmm considering that Cat was out of tommy's hands for the longest and so tommy didnt even catch a glimpse of it between Late August 2020 to Jan 20 2021 it makes sense, the fighting happened when tommy saw the discs. also funny how on multiple occasions Cat was owned by neither Tommy nor Dream for long periods of time. It was owned by BBH and Skeppy for the longest time during the disc saga actually, its funny and interesting in hindsight.
Cat always reminds me of the block party minigame and how you would hear the intro part when the blocks shuffle and stuff, so everytime i hear this it describes-- *"Chaos, Colorful, Rainbow, Fear"*
a flower field grows in the remains of a long fallen kingdom. your hands flit along the many blooms, wondering silently of who amongst the mass grave died with lives fulfilled. the melancholy brought on by such a thought leaves u regretful for the people robbed and drowned in blood. yet, you are brought back by the warmth of a small hand clutching your own, placing in your open palm a poppy. ...a good thing it is then, that you’d rather die than see this child suffer the same fate.
Man Cat= Representation of war and chaos. the feeling of the unbelievable truth laid in front of your eyes. the wars you unintentionally caused and the wars that drag you along for eternity to come, however, there is always a happy ending :] Mellohi= Representation of friendship and the feeling of safety. a symbol of a connection between friends but also the feeling of that fading away. the feeling of the deep and darker truth beyond what the eye can see. :)
the breeze blows by the long gone flames. it seemed like everything had just been destroyed yesterday, as you once again walk down the path you always had, listening to the music you found the first time you came back to the place where your worst memories were. a lonesome cat walks by your side each time he sees you, and youve learned to find comfort in the sound of his soft steps. the music playing fills you with determination to keep going forward, with that cat by your side. until one day, he disappears, and that last bit of hope you had left is swept away with the wind, as was your peaceful life before the war.
Everything was broken or destroyed on the crumbling pathway. The Withers leaving nothing in their wake of destruction. Tattered clothing from long gone times wave soundlessly in the gentle wind. Fond memories wallow up inside of me, everything we had fought for;gone nothing left in its wake. A glint of the sun reflecting of a war-torn disc stops me dead in my track. Bending over slowly, I gently grab the familiar green disc, tears welling in my eyes. Out of everything it still has survived, lies, betrayals, wars. It was still here, scratched but playable. I gently caress it not wanting to damage it even more, my fingertips gliding over the ridged surface. If it can survive so can I.
The world burns around you. Your friends are dead. You remember the simpler times when you used to pop music discs into the jukebox. Your favorite disc was Cat, and it always cheered you up. You put Cat in the music box to try and reminisce, but the nostalgic song only fills you with a bittersweet feeling of loss. You're all alone. Only you can hear this old, slightly distorted disc now.
A path long after the time of its prime, A prison, leaking, empty dead and void, The world is coated by a thick red slime, This place makes you feel very paranoid. There’s a book containing only a smile, There’s yet another with a declaration, There’s lots of rubble, pile, and pile, and pile, You assume that time of war is long since done. This place, so distant, and yet so familiar. Stories, legends, wars, and also kinship, There’s something else that you feel in the air, A memory of when a boy’s mind flipped, He lived, died, and lived in a world unfair. His lonely bench where he would play his discs. His discs remain, But he has since been slain.
This doesn't remind me of the DreamSMP, or anything like that. It reminds me of what life could've been, what I could've been The golden ages. The simpler times, back in 2013/2014 when I was just a little kid with two friends and a simple square game. The nostalgia that came with playing on old worlds. And building enormous vaults that I never lit up properly. I used to hate Cat, you know. It was a reminder of what my life used to be, and everyone in it. Though, the waters drifted and I realized that while all good things must come to an end, that doesn't mean it's all bad. While those friends of mine are elsewhere now, and I haven't spoken to them since forever, and the memories are fuzzy and wrong, I can still look back, and that's the beauty of it all. I hated Cat, but now it's bittersweet.
My first time doing one of these but here we go Not many people had survived after the war, you just got lucky. The bloodvines had spread throughout the entire SMP. And with the Egg's followers gone, it began to die out. It was very slow though. You trekked through the forest and valley, using the dying vines as a guide in your travels. Food had been scarce for days and you were running out of resources. Walking through the mountains, you noticed a path made of oak wood. It looked like it was decades old but it led somewhere. You decided to follow it. As you did, you saw remains of buildings, pieces of obsidian and blackstone were scattered about, a barely surviving tower, and more rubble. Continuing to walk along the path, you saw something in the distance. A building that was only a bit destroyed, its brick walls and crafting table floor seeming familiar. Inside were a few chests with resources. You sighed in relief, beginning to look through them. A faded lime green ring peeked through the chest. You shoved the other items out of the way, finding two discs. Carefully taking them out, you wiped away the layer of dust that had settled on them. One read "Mellohi", the other, "Cat". You decided to take them with you, collecting the last of the resources. As you left, you wanted to find a place to play these. You remember passing a jukebox on the way here and decide to play it there. Setting your bag on the bench, you slid "Cat" into the slot and allowed it to play, it's slowed notes sending a wave of nostalgia over you. You wondered how many people this disc had been given to, what battles, wars, and friendships it caused. Looking over the horizon, you smile. You smile not because you need to fake one, You smile because you finally realize. "We won."
Pov: its been 1 year since the dsmp has shut down, everyone left or so you thought..you decide to walk down a path, where a community house was seen..broken or torn apart..you looked at it and put out a lil gasp,you just then walk away from it and go on a hill, there, there was a small bench, a jukebox, and two discs. You immediatly recognized the discs..its The discs cat and mellohi.. (3 likes for part two i cant continue it rn cuz i gotta sleep-)
I images someone picking this up in an abandoned house and an abandoned everything but there is just this disk on a bench near a dirt house he put it in and the music starts playing.
Peace, at last
Pog
now im going to cry even more with this song
this is a certified TommyInnit moment
HELLO TOMINNIT LETS JUMP IN THE CADILAC
Tommy :)
I feel like cat is the disc of victory, of "We won, the world is ours"
And Mellohi is the "We're not free yet, he still holds the strings tightly"
You've got a point here-
So the two are yin and yang to each other in a way
I'm in pain now
I've always said that mellohi sounds like a dead man's waltz
IKR CAT IS SO CALMING ANDJUST AAAAA
When your world corrupts and you try to play cat:
Yeaaaahhhh
Bruh this exact thing happened to me so me and my friend went to our tower to see the damage and literally everything was gone. Back to when we just started and the only things we had left was out inventory. We tryed to play cat because I always had it with me with a jukebox (I was in my insanity arc) and it was just silent. No noise. The world then crashed and we had to delete it. That is sad and all but I was mostly upset because I never finished my insanity arc and never furnished my mansion.
@@thepurplevaporeon9781 rip I feel bad
@@thepurplevaporeon9781 oh no that's just sad :(
True...
Tommy as he listens to this in his seemingly never ending vacation to logstedshire
Oh no, not the exile arc- Pain 😀
@@via_automata tnret
Ouch-
Thanks, lad... You're making me cry again...
stop I will cry
let this pop up 10 years later on our recomended
yes
Ayup
Commenting so I remember o7
Ahhhh yes
I'd listen to this song as I remember the memories of all the people I used to see when I was younger o7
you walk along a broken path, towers gracing the skyline around you. a hill comes into view, two doors leading into a house of someone you used to know. his farm lay forgotten, carrots ready for picking. [there's no one left to pick them up anymore] you hesitate before entering, remembering your friend, his smile, his laugh... you walk in, smiling fondly at the dirt walls and floor. he never cared much for big houses and fancy mansions. you open a chest, holding back a tear as you see nothing but two disks and a book in the centre. you ponder for a second, before reading the book. it doesn't say much.
'remember me. please. remember what i fought for. goodbye'
the tears fall freely now, and without thinking, you take the green disk. it is scratched, and broken from all the times it's been played and tossed around and stolen, but it works. you play it on his jukebox, and sob quietly as the sun sets over the mountain.
"im sorry i couldnt save you friend" you whisper to the winds.
[he forgives you.]
•oh gosh I haven't written anything in so long thank you for the inspiration - I'm not quite sure how this story is meant to be taken, but uh 😅 wonderful music op i hope you have a nice day•
edit: holy shit guys thank you for the likes :O i was not expecting that thank you
I'm glad I could give you inspiration, this is amazing! ♡
I have One Thing To Do...
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🌱🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🥀🥀🍃🍃🍃🍂
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*He's Back..But He Isn't The Same...*
Timmyinnit? :’)
cries
This sounds also like an undertale thing I love this
two distant memories of people slowly saunter along an oak path. one speaks in a loud, commanding voice while the others words are barely whispers. these voices seem so distant to you know as you sit, listening to a piece of music, a voice, you were gifted by a person long gone. their stories are hazy and dreamlike as the soft tune plays. you are reminded of joyful times slowly seeping into melancholy ones. the people you envision in your minds eye were happily playing as the world around them crumbled. eventually everything crumbled, even their bond. as the tune plays on, the memories get fainter and fainter. the two young figures become hazy in your mind as the tattered disc slowly reaches its end. the disc stops faster than you think it would and you realize the absurdity of the situation; these people can’t be real. the history of the place you stay in has been documented since the beginning and you cannot recall a time where two young figures had a bond that was broken in such a harsh way as described in the song. you take the disc out and toss it to the side, the faint visions with it.
the idea of writing to these isnt original, but the story still is. just wanted to dabble in the story writing :] the music was amazing and i enjoyed every second of it. this will definitely become one of the looped songs!! :D
Aaa it's so good ♡
Also I'm really really glad you like the music!!
@@via_automata thank you!!
Beautiful, the grace and detail. My friend, your story is amazing!
Damn that made me sad. Minecraft has such an integral connection with my childhood
thats so good mate imma cry now
Blood red vines cover the buildings, the bright color that one filled the world seemed dull and gray. You sit on a bench, watching the sun set in the distance as the disc hums a familiar tune. You close your eyes, memories coming flooding back to you, the fights, the wars, the celebrations, the explosions. You hear a faint buzz in your ear as the scratched disc continues to turn. You open your eyes again, taking in a deep breath, savoring all the memories you had with others, whether they were good or bad, they were memories.
Beautiful, I love it
Tommy?
TOMMY-??!?fFkdif
Red vines?
@@Lily-1175 i think its a reference to the dream smp
:POV, you come across the dream SMP years after everyone had left/died, or so you thought:
You walked through the spruce forest that was right behind your house as you suddenly saw something that you had only heard about in stories people told to scare their children, the Dream SMP, wow. Immediately, you ran closer to get a better look, you had made it to the community house, or its remains. The only thing left was a few bricks, you decided to pick one up as a souvenir and continue to walk around. The one thing that stood out to you. It was something that meant so much to the residents who once lived there yet so little to anyone else, a small burnt-up piece of the original, L'manburg flag. As you continued traveling gathering a small bit of remaining bloodvine, a few collars of dogs, the debris of buildings, and most importantly, a disc known as "Mellohi", something that anyone to have ever heard an SMP tale would know of. Its matching pair, Cat was not there. But you continued walking until you made it to a small hill, where a tree with a bench near it stood, you heard a tune playing from the area. As you approached cautiously you noticed a middle-aged man sitting there, cigar in mouth, looking at what used to be the SMP. When he saw you he immediately screamed. You quickly recognized who he was just by how those who told the tales described him, Tommy. Tommy was the former main character, he was the owner of the discs, and he was sitting in front of you. Quietly you whispered, "Tommy?" He looked at you with a surprised look that you knew him than almost instantly realized you had heard of him through all of those stories. He let out an mhm noise as you two began chatting. As he told you the tales all you could do was sit there in shock, the way others told them was completely different. He called out a name you had memorized since the character had an obsession with bees, similar to you. "Tubbo!" Immediately a brown-haired boy approached. "We have company!" The blond one exclaimed. As the three of you chatted you returned the disc to Tommy, and the song finally finished. You had made up your mind, you were going to move into the small fairy-tale-like town.
This. Is. So. Good.
That's all I can say haha ♡♡♡
Thank you for this
Wow!!
I would like to see the tales, and how they had been distorted and changed over time
i love this sm omg
Imagine tommy as a elderly person finding this in his belongings chest and playing this infront of his fire place crying.
Oh my-
oh mannnnn that scares me
I want to tell my children this story
Dementia arc
@@fgcorp LMAO
“This disc has been through hell and back”
He said quietly
“I think it’s time for it to go to hell and never return.”
He threw the disc into a fire as he walked away he grabbed his crown and tie his tail swayed his red and green eyes glowed.
“Although I don’t think Dream smp is far from hell.”
Headcanon Ranboo PogU
Lore
Ranboo wow
legitimatly better than regular cat
Omggg thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it!! ♡♡♡
Agreed
true I dislike the disc cat but this is so so so so Good!
*just as you realize you had spaced out, the purple record comes to an end. it’s far too quiet.
>play the green record
leave
*you take out the purple record and put in the green.
*though nearly shattered, as if through some supernatural force, a tune plays.
*you stay focused on the music this time. a soft breeze whispers of nations long gone, friendships torn apart, of tragedies they brought upon themselves.
*you are filled with satisfaction. after everything, finally, one big happy family.
Cool cool...
*it fills you with determination
Me waiting for the person who makes the amazing stories like:
Me waiting 4 ppl to give hearts to:
@@via_automata me lol
Well if you want one I own a Minecraft SMP and I just blew up the entire country and the presidents favourite disc was this so there’s that I guess
You are walking around a village, stealing all of the treasures. Then a black cat with large, green eyes approaches you . You think it’s bad luck, but it rubs against you and purrs. So you go fishing to tame it. It only took one fish to tame the cat, you and the cat went on adventures. Until your cat goes missing, then you see a message “Cat Drowned.” You feel a pain in your gut, and swear to never leave anyone un supervised, you’re very protective with your friends, until they unfriend you for it. You feel alone. Then an old friend that moved away gave you an old disc they found in their basement. You play the disc and memories start flooding in (SORRY IF I MESSED UP ON SPELLING!
You and your friends hear about tales of a supposed place called “Dream Smp” a few miles from your small town. You all think it’s folk lore and go to the area this supposed “Dream Smp” is said to be. “Wait... is it real?”
One friend asks while pointing to a flag at the horizon. You all walk closer. It is. There’s also a path! All your friends separate since the stories never said there’s any monsters there, right? You go on a path then notice a sign. “Prime path? What a weird name.” You mutter to yourself. Wait what’s that? You notice in the corner of your eye a little dirt shack covered by vines and plants. You go in it looking around, a little circular thing catches your eye! You dust it off coughing from the amount of dirt. One is grey with green in the middle and the other is grey with purple and white stripes in the middle. You think back on the stories trying to remember if they had anything on what these things were!
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.
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“Disks!” You abruptly shout. You look around for where to play them and see a small box. Wiping off the dust you see a name, Tomm in it. Some of the letters were rubbed off but you can guess what is in the blanks, you wipe more dust off to reveal a slot! While putting in the purple disk you see a name on the back, *Mellohi* next you check the green one and it says *Cat.* After finding out that Mellohi was too damaged to play, you put cat in. “Hey!” You hear behind you as you jump. You turn around, just one of your friends. “Don’t scare me like that [_____]!” You yell back, “What’s that music?” They say. “Oh just a disk I found in here. Called Cat or whatever, did you find anything?” “Yea I found an abandoned area, seems like it exploded. What was it called again?Main burg?” One of your other friends walking into the dirt shack says “L’manburg I’m pretty sure.” You respond saying, “Yea [_____] is right I think it’s L’manburg” Your other friends come in talking about what they found while *Cat* plays in the background. You all begin to walk out and head back home when you look at the sign above the entrance in the shack. “So it’s Tommyinnit’s home too? I wonder if he’s still around.” You think. You then go back to talking with your friends.
Cat was your uncle's favourite disc, mellohi too.
Your father would tell you stories about him.
You ask where he is, and your father goes silent.
"Somewhere better, I hope" is all he says.
o h- ;-;
Michael pov?
@@fgcorp omg yes and tubbo is the father in question
@@fgcorp YES
Everything is okay now.
But is it really?
"Do you remember the wars, Tommy?"
Ouch- haha tears in my eyes
Take a look at all of the amazing stories here! I wish I could pin all of them... Give likes and replies! Maybe write your own story while listening...
Yes! Feel free to use it!
My story was a little more detailed than I expected to make, but I hope you like it.
i would read them but i dont wanna start sobbing
I have never done this before and its really bad but
Its been decades since the events of the smp. You walk through the rubble, scavenging for food. Deep in the snowy tundra, you se a chest, half buried in the snow. You carefully dig it up, and look inside. Its a music disk, labeled "Cat". Its scratched up, and covered in dust. You take it out, and see a note attached to it. You can barely make out what it says:
"Thank you :)"
This is really cool! ♡
its great!
Get some love. Hands over love
GOD DAMN IT I'M TEARING UP AGAIN
*:)*
you wake up again , only a small amount of players were alive after the war , for the past few weeks almost everyone has been searching for anything important, or for any survivors. one day while searching in the sand you find a box or discs but one of the discs is in better condition than the rest , you put the discs in a chest and continue searching when you get home you play the records, but the one labeled “cat” seems to be in better shape than the others, you can’t help but wonder why , maybe it was the persons favourite disc , maybe it was somehow protected you don’t know the other discs are scratched till you can barley hear the music , you throw away all the discs but one, cat
terrible “story” but oh well here’s some trash!
Heyyy it's really good! Don't you dare call it trash >:|
Thanks for writing this ♡
@@via_automata awe thanks !
@@via_automata if i feel like it i’ll try to write story’s on most of your upcoming vids!
Yayyyyy can't wait!
Serenity, that's all that Tommy wanted to feel. But as more and more crap git him he found it hard. After l'manburg, exile, dream, tubbo.... There was barely anything that could reassure this soul. So he goes to a lone crater, places a few stairs and a jukebox, and decides to play an old favorite, as he gazes at the falling sun....
Ahh yess.. This feeling i can't explain...
It's rlly good ♡
As a young boy sits near a crater, he listens and remembers when this crater was once a great country. He sits and remembers the good and the bad of the country. The country he had fought and died for. The place he once knew as home. The country may have hurt him but he couldn't help feeling sadness as he sat and listened to a scratched up disc that meant the world to him. He had lost so much fighting for this disc and now he had it back. The boy sat refusing to show his emotions as he remembered victories and betrayals. He felt sad over the loss of the place he had once known as home, however he also felt slightly relieved has the place that had taken friends and turned them against each other was now gone. He would continue to miss the place but he would move forward, just as time does. Time will continue to heal the wounds that the country has caused. Slowly but surely the world would continue to move on and this place, his once was home, would be placed into the history books as a great country that fell from its grace.
Sadness...
Stop making me cry-
o7 long live l'manburg
The ghost wanders through the crater of his former country, holding hands with his trusting friend. A faint music plays, one of his friends discs. The flag of his home lies tattered on the ground, and a piece of blue wool is all that remains of his old pet.
Ok here’s my attempt at story writing :]
It’s been 19 years since the Dream SMP was last touched. Players moved on, and it officially ended after a long and gruesome war. Everything was in shambles. Tommy’s mound of a house caved in after year 13. The Pandora’s vault was now only a few blocks. Eret’s castle, once majestic and proud, stood weak due to mountains of TNT. Even the Prime Path was lined with explosions that could never be fixed. It didn’t help that Minecraft hadn’t been updated in years. The game had several bugs, and any noise that came out was choppy or static. Nevertheless, a zombie piglin stayed and claimed this world as his. Even when his dads disappeared, he still continued to roam the world, hoping to find them someday.
One day, he came across a crater while on his expedition. He knew to avoid these. There was an ominous staircase that led up. Moving around the hole, he hoped that maybe one of his dads was there. He went up the creaky stairs. At the top, an old mound lay next to a wooden bench. The bench was bent from the rain, and torn by the termites. Looking around, he noticed a chest with scratched handwriting on it.
“MY DISCS”
Opening it, he noticed several discs, mostly broken or torn. An emerald green one caught his eye. Coughing, he blew the dust off of it. A nearby jukebox begged him to put it in. The Zombie Piglin reluctantly slid the ancient record in.
He let it roll, as tears filled his eyes.
Omg Michael's pov aaaaaa so good!! ♡
I’m crying now
WHY DID YOUR FATHERS LEAVE YOU, MICHEAL???!
NO I FEEL SO BAD FOR MICHEAL! TUBBO AND RANBOO HAVE PROBABLY ALMOST FORGOT HIM BY NOW TOO- this is actually so depressing-
F to Micheal
[ a faded memory ] [ of days playing in the flowers ] [ you and him ] [ together, forever. ]
[ but it always came to you ] [ that he was, off. ]
[ he always had a dark spot ] [ on the left side of his face ]
[ he seemed to just appear ] [ in places he shouldn’t ]
[ when you fell out of touch ] [ it was heat breaking ]
[ but then one day ] [ he appeared at your door ]
[ you didn’t recognize him ] [ he said ] [‘Hey friend’]
[ in his familiarly voice ] [‘No way!’]
[ you responded ] [ enthusiastically ]
[ you invite him in ] [ then he goes to sit down ]
[ and vanishes ] [ leaving purple smoke where he was ]
[Wha-?’] [ your confused ]
[ he’s back ] [ behind you ]
[ he’s back ]
[behind you ]
[ he’s back ]
[behind you ]
[behind you ]
[you heard him ]
[.]
[.]
[.]
[ r̵̡̤̫̗̲͚̹̭͓̓̋̀̌à̴̡̢̛̦̟͖̹̪̳̘̬̓͑̉́͝n̵̰̼͇̅b̶̢̤̓̔͊̀̈́̅̄̕ͅö̶̰̳̤̬̘̮̑̈͐̕͘͝ǫ̵̻̪̙̜͇͚͓̒̓͂̈́̆̎́̆͝? ]
Ah yes daily dose of angst and Ranboo 😀
As you, a torn soldier, walk through the corridor to victory, you stumble upon an average vinyl disc. It looks scratched, yet not destroyed. Many footsteps indicating others trampling it. You pick it up, not thinking much about it, gazing into it's bright green shreds of worn stickers. Compared to the other discs found by your broken friends, it looked nearly the same, besides color. The purple and green eyes of the discs could only remind you of your most nostalgic, carefree, childhood moments. You shed a tear listening to it's enchanting chorus. All you can mutter through your now emotional face is "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you..."
Tommy stares at what remains of the smp he once knew. The smp that had multiple nations, multiple wars, and the most important thing of them all, friendships. He let a tear roll down his cheek. “What have I done.” He knew what he did, he just didn’t want to admit it was his fault. He had watched as Ranboo mindlessly attempted to kill Michael and Tubbo failing, then freed Dream from prison. He felt as if Dream was outside of prison there was nothing good to fight for anymore, because Dream had already proven that he is capable of escaping anything, and with the revival book he was unstoppable. So Tommy snapped. He stole armor, Golden apples, Potions, Weapons, and most importantly, the handkerchief he gave Tubbo as a sign of friendship. He felt replaced by Ranboo. In the end Tommy ruined what was once a beautiful smp, now a crater filled with smoke and ash. He pulled out his two discs, cat and mellohi, sat on the now rotting bench, and remembered how scared Dream looked when he killed him. He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. He felt no place since nobody else was left. So he took cat, listened to its tune, and once the tune ended, he threw it into a river along with Mellohi, the compasses, Dream’s mask, his and Tubbo‘s handkerchiefs, and Technoblade’s crown. He was waiting for it to go down the stream when he heard a voice, Tubbo. “Tommy?” “Where have you been?” He looked behind him. All he could see was a blinding light. He recognised this place. The void. “Everyone is waiting for you Tommy!” “Come on!” Tubbo reached out for his hand with a smile on his face. “We can finally be free again.” Tommy grabbed his hand and they both walked towards the cottage in the void. "Welcome Home Tommy."
"Hey Sam what’s this stuff in the river?"
"A crown, two discs, two handkerchiefs, a mask, and two compasses that point to eachother.“
"Sounds like it came from Tommy alright."
"I miss them Puffy."
"And I know you miss them too."
This is so cool (♡°▽°♡)
BUT TECHNO NEVER DIES--
jk, this is actually really good, brought tears to my eyes, thank you :) ❤
I dont write much but here goes
as you wake up in what seems to be an old and destroyed home, you gaze around as red spikey vines have invaded around the walls and ceiling, you take a walk outside wondering where you are, after some minutes of traveling around you find a destroyed tree, some leafs still on fire as you sit on a barely standing bench, there's a disk on the side with a note attached to it. "for tommy." You carefully take the note off as you slide the scratched disk into the jukebox as it starts to play, a feeling of comfort washes over you as you stare at the beautiful horizon, not much of a nice view below, it's mainly red vines and a broken path.
Oh this is really good!
As time passes on, and the cries of the world echo outward, two single discs play fondly in the distance. A remembrance, perhaps, to help show who once did live here, who once loved here, who once hated here. It's unclear, as every memory of such was left in the past.
Wind howls through the trees, they seem to whimper in loss. Ruins are left untouched for decades, until one hand reaches out.
"Haha..I wonder what song's playing.." a small boy, in a yellow and brown sweater says. Their overall strap falls slightly, they pull it back up.
"Cat, maybe?" They reached their hand onto yours, before their soul seemed to flicker away - and fade into the darkness. You continue walking around.
A lake, with the few remnants of what seemed to be a house, of sorts. The bridge there is still intact.
As you begin to walk onto it, you hear the laughter of children from behind you.
"Tommy! Wait up! I can't run that faaast.." The person from before whines. A new, blonde haired and blue eyed, kid runs in front of them.
"C'mon, Tubs! It'll be fun!" They both look young, maybe fourteen at most, which confuses you - since earlier you saw the same person, but they looked maybe seventeen then.
You glance over to your right, to see ;;
A tall, lanky man, with his skin two shades. Half a purple - almost black, and the other a pure white - with a touch of some gray. They fiddled with their hands, before slightly waving to you.
"Hi, you're --
Alyssa, right?"
They fade, as tears fall from your eyes.
A place of obsidian and blood floods into your vision, a sign that says - "Pandora's Vault" is seen. You hear cries from the inside.
"Sam! SAM!"
It sounds like your old friend, Dream.
If Pandora's Vault is a prison, why is he in there?
The cries fade to mischievous laughter from someone you don't recognize, "L.A, baby!" they called.
One person is all you see now, a man in a deer outfit, he turned to you.
"Welcome home, Alyssa." Callahan stated, as if he had always spoken.
You break down, tears turning to screams - and screams turning to whimpers of pain.
===== fin.
SOOOO GOOD AMAZING I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT WITH WORDS♡♡♡
i’ve never heard a story from alyssa’s perspective. that’s so cool. /gen /pos
this really confused me for a second because my name is also Alyssa and I forgot that there's someone named Alyssa on the SMP
@@alyssa6918 lmfaooo
@Scorch YEAHHH ALYSSA POV!!
You softly look through the rubbish that used to be L’manberg. This place was your home. You had everything here and yet it’s gone. You place a jukebox down and put in the first record you find. It’s a little upbeat but you don’t mind you start sweeping up the piles up dirt and dust and get to work. You build a small cobblestone house with a door. “My L’manberg” is all you say before you fall to your knee sobbing over your lost home while the happy song plays gently in the background.
Ahhh :') it's really good I'm crying now :')))
Story:
A sun rises over the horizon as the ashes of the old city fall from the sky. All that remains is one kid who ran away as the city burnt to the ground. The fire danced in the city, death and destruction in it’s wake. It was gone they thought to themselves as their burnt clothing was dragged along the crackle upon the desert sands. It was all gone he though again. They dragged themselves across the landscape as the 12 year old boy settled down crying with barely any food as his stomach grumbled in a cave. Then a hiss came from the cave the kid tried to leave but it was to dark. Is this the end the boy thought to himself as the explosion rode through the cave. All of a sudden a silence broke as an arrow flew through the air a green disc fell on the ground. The boy picked it up and ran at dawn the second the sun crept over the horizon. Taking it to refuge. 5 years later, a kingdom has a disc in the middle. The disc was the inspiration for the city to be built. Wars raged as the disc wore down. After every victory it was played, a symbol of hope, peace, and, of course, cats.
Apologize for bad grammar I wrote this on mobile
This is so good-
The amazing feeling when people get inspiration to write from the video you made aksbzekskfbj
Fucking, love, this, u, are, amazing
I imagine tommy walking around the ruins of what used to be the dream smp, as he was the only person who survived long enough. it's been 20 years and tommy feels sad and he looks at all the broken memories. Then his eyes stumble upon something green, the disc! He plays it while sitting on the bench. He's the only one sitting on the bench. Then he starts crying.
this made me tear up, the thought of tommy sitting on the bench and putting in the disc in a broken jukebox, expecting tubbo and ranboo to be there, joking around, just like the good old days, but hes by himself in this god forsaken server
Tommy stared at the discs in his hand, he sighed softly running a hand through his hair.
He felt warm tears drip down the sides of his face, not noticing tubbo looking over to him in concern. "It was all for nothing... wasn't it?" The blond muttered with a shaky voice. "What do you mean...?" Tubbo spoke softly. "The wars... the fights... look the-they.... they're all broken tubbo... they probably sound like shit now anyways..." Tommy said barely above a whisper, this wasn't the normal Tommy, loud with his eyes always burning with a fire of passion, now he seemed quiet... and somewhat scared.
Tubbo looked at his friend, now he had no idea what tommy was going through right now but he'll be dammed if he didn't try and help.
"Well... I bet they still sound good" tubbo said, flashing a tiny smile. Tommy just looked away. "I'll bet you five diamonds that cat sounds just as good as before! Who says a few holes and burns will make it sound like shit?" Tubbo exclaimed with a giggle, Tommy gave a small chuckle handing cat over to tubbo, who promptly put it in the jukebox
Yoo it's really good! \(★ω★)/
@@via_automata thank you so much!!
tommys character has gone through so much trauma. he deserves much more than the shit he gets. this 16 year old has gone through death, war, horrible manipulation from a brother-figure and a man with a god complex. his closest friend was forced to exile him. he was banished from a country he worked to make, twice. he watched as a father figure of his killed his son, and tommys friend. i really hope this child can experience growth and move on, but god knows if thats possible now.
Work with me here, first time posting one of these♡:
A lonesome half-breed perches comfortably. Decaying kingdom resting below their feet. Memories of years ago echoed, whispering names and memories of those that no longer stand. A faint tune plays ever so depressingly, the record being all that remained from fleeting memories.
"How far we've fallen," The avian said in a broken voice. "Once a ruler, a mother, only to be left alone within the wreckage." She would hang her head, tears streaming down pale, cheeks. The disk playing in solem, once their kins beloved song. It reminded her of times small feet pattered against stone tiles. A cheerful youngling, smiling up at them, flickering with life.
While the tune continued on, the more grievances came to light. "I've let everyone down, I'm so sorry...my loving friend, subjects, even my precious family." Sobs wracked through their body, shaking so vigorously, was difficult to remain comfortably perched. The half-breed wrapped their hands around themselves. Surrendering to the faint tune, yielding to memories, and guilt.
"I envy the past, for it has everything."
Omg this is amazing... Truly amazing ♡
The nostalgia is real
You look around, tears of streaming down your cheeks as you remember, the wars, the friendships, there was time when everything was better, people didn't have to run, places weren't exploded beyond recognition, withers didn't litter the world, the only place untouched by the destruction, a bench, one you've visited a lot, you stare at the sun through blurry tears, a golden hue warming the sky as it sets below the mountains, you turn, the ruins of a hotel long forgotten and a dirt house stand still, the world is slow, you think to yourself, _was it slow for them too?_
( Not my best story, but definitely one of the more interesting ones I've written! Thanks for the music, it's really pog. Hope you enjoy )
Omg this is soo good and fits the music so well... My eyes are sweating rn...
D: someone hold my hand i'm sad
I have arrived and I will rewatch this while doing other things
Phantommy listening to this looking at an egg infected L'Manhole while infected versions of everyone else play around in it.
Omg-
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYY
Disk war.
I feel like when i’m older i will listen to Cat..and be reminded of the times when i first played minecraft, the tutorial even..the demo..all of it always had Cat in it. People say that people like Cat the best just because it is the most common to get in chests, but it truly is the best disc in the game. It holds a special place in my heart.
Fun fact, one time I had a dream that was the basis for my personal series, and when the credits rolled in the dream, cat is what played.
heres a story now
A little girl would be running outside through twists of red vines being careful not to touch them from the stories she was told. This was her first look outside She glanced over at Pandora's Vault Exploded. "Dad what is that place?" Her father answerd "Pandoras Vault, A place that held a dangerous man. He knew more stuff than he shouldve. That man called himself Dream" The litte girl looked down then replied "Oh why was he put in there though?" Her father just stared into the distance "Many Reasons Iris, He killed a lot of people, He exploded L'manburg and thats just the bare minimun" Iris looked down on that ground and picked up a disc rounded in green with a word craved into it *Cat* Iris put the disc into her backpack and starts to skip around.
Iris has gone home now she finds a jukebox and places into the jukebox *The Music starts to play* "Hmm it seems nice just a bit lower and scratched, was this in the war?" She takes the disc out of the jukebox flips it over to show the owner of the disc *-TommyInIt-* "Tommy? Wasnt he in the war" Iris saw another name on the disc next to Tommy's It reads *Dream* Iris Immedtaly stands up and takes it to her dad out of shock "Dad! Dad!" Her father replies "Yes Iris?" Iris shows the disc to her dad "I found this in the vines" Her father takes the disc "What about it though?" Iris Responds "Flip It Over" The Father flips over the disc and Reads *-TommyInIt-* *Dream* The father just stares at it "Where did you find this again Iris" Iris looks up to think "Under the vine near the bench of the cliff Why do you ask?" The father stands up and puts it in the bookcase "No reason Iris" The Father Looks at the clock "Lets go to bed its getting late"
OH MY- THIS IS SO GOOD
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS OMG SO MANY TALENTED PEOPLE ♡
**searches** how to pin more than one comment
Plot twist: Tommy is the girls father-
@@dusktilldawns1433 Tommy is the girls father XD
@@saddendtone HAHA I was right about something! Finally!
OH MY GOD THIS IS REALLY GOOD. I love it! This feels like an actually story and I'd love to see an actually story of this!
As he walked the wooden path, confused and alone, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. If only he could remember where he was, or why he felt sorrow aching in his chest. Something had happened here, he knew it. He just couldn't figure out what it was. He continued sauntering down the empty walkway, afraid of what would meet him if he stepped off of it. Eventually, he came across a hill with two doors supporting it. Looking at the makeshift home, he had the faintest memory of laughter, though he couldn't recall who it had belonged to. He noticed a single bench just off of the side of the road. Tired from all the aimless walking, he sat down. He had to bring his knees up when he sat, and he could tell that he was taller than who the bench was built for. Off to the side was a small jukebox accompanied by a disc with green markings. The disc looked lonely, but he found no reason for why there should be another. He realized how silent it was around him, and how nice it would be to have some music. He carefully picked up the vinyl and placed it in the jukebox. After a few seconds of silence, he was mildly surprised when the music started playing, albeit a little scratchy. The tune was upbeat, but the feelings it invoked were anything but that. He felt many things upon hearing that disc. Sadness for what he had lost. Anger at conflicts that didn't exist. Longing for someone that he once knew. Above all that, he felt nostalgia for a time that never was. Or... was it?
So good so good!!!! ♡
@@via_automata aww thanks!
this one (cat) makes me feel like the server is finally at peace, whereas the mellohi one sounds more like they've finally lost all hope of ever living a normal life
"Dearest darling, don't you dare cry," I say. "But you might not come back! Please don't leave!" My little sister cried. I smile sweetly, letting a few tears escape my eyes. "Keisha, I won't ever leave you. You know I'll always be there with you even if I die" I say, putting my hand on her cheek. "C'mon, we need to leave." My friend says from behind me. I smile one last time, hugging my little sister. She cries and begs me not to go, but I just shake my head and get up. "May the winds be forever in your favor, sis" I walk away, following my friend as she walks, her blood red hair seemingly glowing. We walk and walk, soon finding a place perfect for us. We start building our little home, but soon I see my friend getting more rough. I start imagining these horrible things and have constant nightmares. As days go on, I start hearing voices, telling me that my friend will betray me. "No, it's not true" I say to myself. I shake my head. I continue writing the letter for my sister. I smile, wishing dearly to go back and hug her. "She doesn't love you" some voice says. I shout no and grip my head, hearing so many voices saying that they hate me, I am something better than them. They tell me that my friend is going to take the End and Nether. I get up and grab my sword. I need to get them first. I soon claim the End and Nether, but my friend takes them from me. We have this little meeting, and she tries to make me join her side, the voices were right. I was betrayed. No one loves me. I am better than them. I can do so much. I'm better...
*Right?..*
_This is so hard writing on a tablet, my writings come best when I'm on a computer. I am so happy that there are so many story tellers in the comments, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. Me, along side all the other talented writers here, are a community of story tellers with your music. I thank you for allowing us to be part of such a great place. Also, I am working on the Wattpad book for this kind of story. P.S. If you didn't know, this is the backstory for the Leader!_
9 minutes, I found you again. Nice story btw!
THERE YOU ARE AGAIN WITH ANOTHER MASTERPIECE! AMAZING LIKE ALWAYS ♡
MUCH LOVE TO YOU ♡♡♡
Do wattpad links exist? If so, *give it to me*
When undo doesn’t fix the deleted world
three boys walked along the path, it had been four years since they had last been here. the path had many holes in it, and was very destroyed from all the wars. they saw a house, it was a simple dirt shack with two oak wood doors. they walked in, the house was very dusty and filled with cobwebs, but it still felt oddly safe. they decided to look in the chests, they didnt find anything important until, in one of the chests, they found a green and black disc with the word [CAT] carved into it. they saw a jukebox, sitting in the middle of the room, and decided to play the disc. as they did, a woman with frizzy, white hair, a pirates hat, and ram horns walked in.
_[boys....your back..?]_
▀im not the best at writing, so s0r7y if this is bad !!▀
This is gooood!! ♡
puffy!!
Pov: you the last one left on the dream smp every died during the war it's only you and mycheal. You try to make things a little better by playing Tommy's discs.
You cry the whole time tho while mycheal dances to try and make you feel better and now all you can think about is who your going to bring back because the book dream had can only bring back one person....
So who?
Omg the question at the end... Em- yeah pain.
@@via_automata Indeed
A small story:
Its cold outside. You pick up your sweater and boots to get some wood for the fire place. It almost looks like the hole world is coverd in snow from where you stand. You make your way through the beautiful white land. Each and every footsteps behind you tells a story of there own. As you remember the good days that are long gone. The woods so beautiful and foreboding at the same time. There in the distance a house you haven't seen before. It looks like it's been build in the wall like some kind of cave, only the doors are visible. Out of curiosity you take a peek inside. Nothing looks off. But there is one thing that caches your attention. An old record players never have you seen such a thing.
As you step inside the house a cold breeze hits you. The house looks nice and warm. But something tells you, you shouldn't be here. On the record player there is an record labeld cat. You wonder if it still works. Its been here for such a long time. There are screeches and dust all over the greenly colours disc. You gently swipe the dust off. Your father thought you about these but you never actually seen one in real life. As carefully as you can you put the disk on the machine and play it. The music is weirdly calming. You feel a presents of another person filling the room. You lissen to the song while going through some books. While the snow outside slowly covers your footsteps.
Hope you enjoy haven't written anything in such a long time haha so hope it wasn't that bad. This was quite fun to do! I love reading y'all's story's here!
Ohh this is really good! ♡
As Tommy is at the way to his last adventure alone he plays his last disc. he gets reminded by his friends/family and more with his last time seeing l‘manburg and the war’s l‘manburg has he closes his eyes and sees Wilbur,tubbo and all his other friend. :)
Here an kinda not well made story Bc some wanted a story
Pain haha 😀😔
@@via_automata haha..😔
pov: you're 85 years old and you boot up your minecraft world after what seems like forever
Tommy’s walking along the prime path, broken and bruised with age. He has a hand on his stomach, blood dripping between his fingers. The trees around are decayed, no building left standing. He gets to the crater of L’manberg, lost a long time ago. As he climbs down, he sees the L’manberg flag at the bottom, tattered and drooping. No wind reaches the bottom. He sits down, still bleeding out. As the world starts to close in, his eyelids get heavy, he sees Dream. Dream has followed him.
“You know you wouldn’t win, Tommy. You’re going to die just like Phil and Techno, like Wilbur. Bleeding to death for a country, a country that no longer stands.” Dream says. He takes his mask off, and places it on the ground.
“It’s ok, I can be the last face you see.”
Dream smiles at Tommy as everything goes black.
Omg this is so good- ♡
A soft tune of half forgotten memory’s, hidden away and warped by the fickle fate of the mind. A melody so familiar, it’s ebbs and flows known by the millions. _A song of home_ , of a place known only to the mind of the eye, to ear and hand.
It’s soothing sound fills the ears and hearts with love, love of a place known to its creator and precious few. The song of loss, times passed by and friends forgotten, homes left to be corrupted, forgotten and discarded. Loyal companions, righteous fury, curiosity and fear; all are known, loved and thought of with bitter-sweet fondness.
The sound of loss, for what you where, for the knowledge of what you may yet become, of friendships thought to be untouched by the steady tide of time. To look back to a time not so long ago, when the mind’s disbelief was suspended, and a place so plain, so simple really, became a world on its own. Oh, but those times where sweet, the time was simple, the hands where small and fragile.
A longing for a home created and made, for nostalgic longings of simple problems, seemingly endless time.
Why is this so good why are people so talented... This is amazing and idk why but I got tearsss in my eyesss
Anyway, this is amazing ♡
@@via_automata Tysm! I wrote this out in a fit of nostalgia, and I wasn’t entirely satisfied with it when I posted it. Although, for what essentially can be summarized as a bitter taste on the back of the tongue for friendships old and lost, I think I fleshed it out passably enough, haha.
( Really though, I’m soaring over here; I don’t gotten many compliments for my work, and your reply has me so happy I’m grinning uncontrollably :D )
You look out towards the ocean, the waves gleaming in the sunlight. You sigh, glancing at your trusty raft that carried you this far. You have finally made it to the mainland after being stranded at sea for 2 weeks. You fought against starvation, dehydration,monsters you didn't believe existed, toiled against the kraken itself!
The one thing that kept you going was your pure determination, to see your friends, your family, and a weather beaten music player that miraculously still plays, the only other thing that survived the crash.
You don't know if it is even real, At your worst you saw things that didn't exist, fought against what was considered myth. But you grasp the disc in hand, pausing the crackling music and feel the cold hard surface. You don't know why it was on that ship, you don't know what happened to the owner, but you put the song back in and quietly whisper, so only the sea may hear.
"Thank you"...
You look up into the sky, night falling, and take a well deserved rest.
Yooo it's really good! ♡
The end. The place where you worried about death. About falling into the void of black or the endermen that cried. About the dragon that plauged your every move. And yet, youre here. You made it. Stepping onto the edge of the portal you feel an uncertainty rush over you. But, you knew you had to. You had more to do back at home. With a quick glance at the pillars around, you abruptly find yourself back at the portal. The room where you hunkered down moments before. With a long sigh, you begin the trip home, the dragon egg safe in your bag.
The sun, it rises. Casting a glow onto the world you spent hours-no weeks on. Monuments you seem to remember pass by. Such as the village of stone, or the temple left in sand.
But soon you are home. With your red minecraft bed, with your tabby cat and wolf, and with more memories.
Placing your burlap bag onto the floor you fish around for the egg until the edge of something brushes your bruised hand. Wincing, you lean over to see a strip of green placed inside the ring of a music disk.
You laugh to yourself. That disc never left your inventory since you got it. Always too lazy to put it away.
You pull it from the bag. Warped, scratched, and battered you knew it wouldnt work. It had been through too much.
Like you.
But you get up, smiling as you twirl it between your fingers and place it in the jukebox. Messing with yourself as you press play.
Nothing.
Silence fills you. You shouldve known.
A crackle.
Or two.
And it springs to life (or whats left of it)
Turning you hear the disc play. Humming the familiar tune you had known years before.
And as the world around you burns, you know, itll be alright.
Just for today.
Omggg it's- *really good* (♡°▽°♡)
Idk why this is somewhat calming
Re-listening to this 2 years later after the dream SMP took a final close. This brings back some good times. the memories and emotions i felt, it all felt unreal to me. The dream SMP is an experience that can never be replicated or relived, but I would sell my soul to go back to where it all began, the bench, cat, mellohi, two friends, and a sunset. I guess we were taken back there in the end. Cat makes me feel bittersweet, victorious, as the best thing that has ever happened to some people such as tommy, has come to its close after 3 long years of glory and amazement. Yet it also jerks a few tears loose, because it makes me remember watching every hour of content over again. Living through the story once again. The bench again.
Yet Mellohi, it makes me feel weary. The fact I'll never get the memories again, and the impending doom in which it will one day be forgotten. The way mellohi echoes, it gives me a sense of fear and doom. I know this will never be replicated again, but i will *Never* forget watching every. single. hour. of content. I know that one day the world will have forgotten, but one day, somehow, someway, I will see it again. The bench. Lmanburg. The discs. Techno. Tommy. Tubbo. Wilbur. Every single moment i will forever hold dear in my heart.
It was an absolute pleasure to live through this.
Yet, I will someday have reached peace, at last.
Hello there random people from 3-5 years in the future that found this in their recommended.
"As Tubbo and Tommy layed there, they slowly start to feel there soul lifting out their bodies, as they heard cat one last time."
the fire fades away and rain slowly falls onto the rubble. the last survivor wanders the wasteland that has become of the world. roads filled by the decay of exploded houses and foundations cracked and shaken. the survivor comes across a place once known as a house. amongst the rubble, a partially melted and scratched disc. but, as he picked it up, he picked up a memory of the world. the disc held the story of the beginning. the life the survivor once lived. the life, that was now impossible.
hey uhm quick edit here im now writting a whole story that is essentially tommies pov through the whole dream smp.
Can you do far? I feel like it would sound good like this. But if your just doing Tommy’s discs, that’s fine
I have in plan editing all the discs, just give me some time ;>
@@via_automata Oh okay!
Tommy comes back to this old world years after everyone left. Cobwebs have grown in most of the buildings. The hotels have been left for ruin. Tommy is grown now. He still has the scars from his battles here, mental and physical. He walks down Prime Path again, just like old times, and sits down at the old bench.
There's a chest there. He opens it, wondering if anyone left anything behind in this old place, and finds his old Cat disk along with a piece of paper with a note written on it. "Figured you would want this -:)" He smiles, though there's a bittersweet twinge to it. He'll have to tell Dream he got his note when he sees him again. _Still up to his old tricks, that Dream,_ thought Tommy. Dream's come a long way since the events of this SMP. The two were actual friends again. It was nice.
The young adult examines the scratched vinyl, tracing the green ring in the center, and pops it into the ancient jukebox next to the bench. He half expects it to be broken, but a somber melody starts playing from the speaker. The tension in his shoulders releases and he sighs, old memories coming back to him. How many times did he sit here with Tubbo, watching the sunrise together? A soft smile graces his features.
As the scratched disk plays its corrupted song of peaceful joy, Tommy watches the sun sink below the horizon, the sky turning orange with the dying light. It felt good; it felt right. He thinks about texting Tubbo and inviting him on to enjoy the last sunset of the server anyone will likely enjoy.
The moment passes as the song comes to an end. The sunset is finished and the disk pops out of the jukebox. Tommy puts it back in the chest and logs off the server for the last time, returning to a newer server with new friends. The future has so much to offer now and the past may be collecting cobwebs, but he will always carry a piece of this SMP with him. On to a new journey, a new story.
It's really good... really good ♡( ◡‿◡ )
@@via_automata Thank you, thank you uwu 💙💙
No don’t make me cry ;^; This is too good!
everyone's talking about the dsmp, but all i can think about when i listen to this is my childhood, playing minecraft with my best friends all day. the funny thing is, i don't think we ever listened to music discs...
Story Time!
~*~*~
You're trapped inside of Minecraft, with basically no escape. You've only played this game a few times, so you haven't gotten used to the controls and what you have to do. What happens now?
> Look around for something or someone that can help
Stay where you are
You wander around the plains you spawned in, as familiar music plays in the background. It's also the favourite song of one of your friends who plays Minecraft alot. Although, it sounds slightly scratched... And there in the distance you see someone, sitting next to a jukebox playing this song on repeat. Or, you think so that is. You don't exactly know what.
Walk away
> Walk up to them
You slowly make your way up to this person as you take in the scenery of tis place. Inside the game, it seems to be less blocky, and a bit more realistic. The person notices you from a distance and you stand still for a moment. You two stare at eachother for a while. Then the mysterious person throws a dark teal coloured ball in your direction. The ball lands right in front of you and the person seems to teleport there. You're now staring this unknown person in the eyes. All of a sudden, they're hugging you really tight. You...
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>Just stand there
"I've missed you so much... How long has it been since I last saw you?" You recognise the voice of this person. You're childhood best friend. You two have been through everything together. And now he's here after such a long time without speaking to eachother. "Lars...?" "You still remember me... That's a relief. Now tell me, how long has it been since I last saw you?"
"Um... 5 years."
Oh my-
Pain haha 😀😔
Anyway, this is really good (・ω
I need one hour version of this pleasee
Soon!! ♡
@@via_automata AhHh yashh
I’m gonna watch this in ten years and it’s gonna be so horrible in a good way
Imagine if tommy and tubbo use this in a resource pack and play this on the last day after getting their discs go through something unexplanatory with it ending with the server suddenly stopping for good
The land around is nothing but grey and wasted around your feet.
All that use to stand here has been withered away, and carried in the wind.
But one thing remains, what was once a prize, a trophy, the lighter for the bomb of war.
It lay still under the dust and ashes.
As you begin to play the song, you feel as if you are being watched by dozens of spirits.
Some of them are sad, wishing to cry
Some of them are annoyed, the power the disk held still mocks them in death.
But as the song concludes, you feel as if this tune has woven itself into your soul. you don't fully understand why this matters so much to you, but you now feel the motivation to keep it going.
It's so good- omg- amazing ♡
imagine, tommy and tubbo listen to this for one last time on their bench, as they watch the world get swallowed up by mass destruction, pog
Why would this remind me of my cat that died 7 years ago, thank you for this
wonderful nostalgia attack
I come back to this whenever I get nightmares, which isn’t too frequent but more often than I’d like. It always replaces that bone deep feeling of anxiety that I am not safe no matter where I am with total peace and euphoria. Thanks for making this
You're welcome! ♡♡♡
I love the vibe, its so well done!!!
thank youu
What a disc you find in a dungeon would actually sound like.
See this in my recommended in 7 years 👋
Watching this out of curiosity, now I'm remembering my childhood while I listen to an old minecraft song I had listened to when I played minecraft as a kid, the memories are flooding back
a distant whisper of a past you thought you can no longer remember. but its all coming back, isn't it?
a light shines an the blank wall through a window. the empty room is now filled with memories. you remember pain and grief and sorrow... but you remember the good times too. the smell of grass, baked goods and your partners perfume, gosh you liked those picnics. you remember the feeling of gentle touch against your skin and the sound of silent breathing.
you smile. you look down at you scars, you pick the mirror that rests on your night table and hesitantly look at it. you smile wider. even after all you have gone through... its still you.
the entire comment section waxing poetic sends me, but nothing more than the Big Man himself at the top just. vibing
why is life
my try in writing :DD
"so this used to be the famous 'Dream SMP'" a girl said walking on what seems to be the remains of the SMP's Community house. She accidentally stumbled on one of the portals that led to the SMP while looking for foxes and now shes here, walking on the once called "Prime path". She goes up on some stairs and stops herself halfway through when she hears this nice, calming but scratchy sound coming from a the top of the staircase, 'Is someone else here?' she asked herself. She slowly walks to where the sound is coming from, a Jukebox, placed near a bench next to a tree. "whats this? A disc?" She says, looking at the Jukebox. She takes the disc and inspecting it, whilst trying to be gentle. 'Cat' it said, "is that the name?" she asks. She puts it in her bag carefully trying not to damage it.
she then though of an idea
"Me and dad can play this along with his Mellohi disc!"
I apologize if this sucks I only know how to write poems ;-;
I also only know how to write poems, but your story is really good! ♡♡♡
A lasting memory for a time I truly lived in. Something to experience and not just stories about. From now until forever more
Pov: you are a young child running without a care in the world leaving snowchaser in the distance you stumble upon a huge crator in the ground and see a few small fires burning you see a chest with cold accents painted on one looked as if it was a disk.
You open the chest and see an old vinyl record inside you read the name carved into the green middle "cat" "MICHAEL"you hear your father yell " yes? " he sees the disk in your hands "oh I remember that my friend Tommy would play it all the time" your father starts to softly cry "Dad who is Tommy?" You wonder "well we should start at the beginning" your father puts in the disk.
Hours fly past as your father explains everything from the creation of L'manburg to Schlatts electing to office to the country being exploded, he tells of a time when violence was the only way and friends became enimys then he told of how dream,Technoblade, and Philza exploded the nation once and for all and how dream was sent to prison forever and how he killed Tommy but then revived him. "That is the story behind it all Michael your two father's met and had to shelter away from it all" you stare in awe "can I make a bench with a recordplayer to watch the sunset at?" You ask " yes you can I will help you".
You awaken to only realise that was all a dream yet in ways of wasn't you hear the same record playing in your room you see the same carved name "Cat" you run downstairs "FATHER YOU WON'T BELIVE THE DREAM I HAD" He smiles at you "well let's hear it..." so you tell him the whole story and ranboo just smiles at you... : )
~I loved writing this~
Aww this is amazing ♡
And the fact that it's Michael's pov? Ohh so good ♡
this will be very nostalgic years down the line, just being able to remember the importance of cat and mellohi
desc: but this one is somehow less scracted than mellohi
me: hmmm
considering that Cat was out of tommy's hands for the longest and so tommy didnt even catch a glimpse of it between Late August 2020 to Jan 20 2021 it makes sense, the fighting happened when tommy saw the discs.
also funny how on multiple occasions Cat was owned by neither Tommy nor Dream for long periods of time.
It was owned by BBH and Skeppy for the longest time during the disc saga actually, its funny and interesting in hindsight.
Cat always reminds me of the block party minigame and how you would hear the intro part when the blocks shuffle and stuff, so everytime i hear this it describes--
*"Chaos, Colorful, Rainbow, Fear"*
a flower field grows in the remains of a long fallen kingdom. your hands flit along the many blooms, wondering silently of who amongst the mass grave died with lives fulfilled.
the melancholy brought on by such a thought leaves u regretful for the people robbed and drowned in blood. yet, you are brought back by the warmth of a small hand clutching your own, placing in your open palm a poppy.
...a good thing it is then, that you’d rather die than see this child suffer the same fate.
Yoo it's really good ♡( ◡‿◡ )
I’m actually getting chills from this I just felt the goose bumps rise on my leg
bls. everybody's pov's for this and mellohi are making me cry while wanting to make ones of my own.
Man
Cat= Representation of war and chaos. the feeling of the unbelievable truth laid in front of your eyes. the wars you unintentionally caused and the wars that drag you along for eternity to come, however, there is always a happy ending :]
Mellohi= Representation of friendship and the feeling of safety. a symbol of a connection between friends but also the feeling of that fading away. the feeling of the deep and darker truth beyond what the eye can see. :)
Tommy after taking the disc and playing it:
the breeze blows by the long gone flames. it seemed like everything had just been destroyed yesterday, as you once again walk down the path you always had, listening to the music you found the first time you came back to the place where your worst memories were.
a lonesome cat walks by your side each time he sees you, and youve learned to find comfort in the sound of his soft steps.
the music playing fills you with determination to keep going forward, with that cat by your side.
until one day, he disappears, and that last bit of hope you had left is swept away with the wind, as was your peaceful life before the war.
It's really good-
@@via_automata oh thank you! :D
Everything was broken or destroyed on the crumbling pathway. The Withers leaving nothing in their wake of destruction. Tattered clothing from long gone times wave soundlessly in the gentle wind. Fond memories wallow up inside of me, everything we had fought for;gone nothing left in its wake. A glint of the sun reflecting of a war-torn disc stops me dead in my track. Bending over slowly, I gently grab the familiar green disc, tears welling in my eyes. Out of everything it still has survived, lies, betrayals, wars. It was still here, scratched but playable. I gently caress it not wanting to damage it even more, my fingertips gliding over the ridged surface. If it can survive so can I.
Yoo this is good! ♡
@@via_automata thanks!:]
The world burns around you.
Your friends are dead.
You remember the simpler times when you used to pop music discs into the jukebox.
Your favorite disc was Cat, and it always cheered you up.
You put Cat in the music box to try and reminisce, but the nostalgic song only fills you with a bittersweet feeling of loss.
You're all alone. Only you can hear this old, slightly distorted disc now.
Wow- it's really good- ♡( ◡‿◡ )
A path long after the time of its prime,
A prison, leaking, empty dead and void,
The world is coated by a thick red slime,
This place makes you feel very paranoid.
There’s a book containing only a smile,
There’s yet another with a declaration,
There’s lots of rubble, pile, and pile, and pile,
You assume that time of war is long since done.
This place, so distant, and yet so familiar.
Stories, legends, wars, and also kinship,
There’s something else that you feel in the air,
A memory of when a boy’s mind flipped,
He lived, died, and lived in a world unfair.
His lonely bench where he would play his discs.
His discs remain,
But he has since been slain.
Sonnets are fun :)
It's really good... ♡( ◡‿◡ )
@@via_automata thanks!
This doesn't remind me of the DreamSMP, or anything like that.
It reminds me of what life could've been, what I could've been
The golden ages.
The simpler times, back in 2013/2014 when I was just a little kid with two friends and a simple square game.
The nostalgia that came with playing on old worlds.
And building enormous vaults that I never lit up properly.
I used to hate Cat, you know. It was a reminder of what my life used to be, and everyone in it. Though, the waters drifted and I realized that while all good things must come to an end, that doesn't mean it's all bad. While those friends of mine are elsewhere now, and I haven't spoken to them since forever, and the memories are fuzzy and wrong, I can still look back, and that's the beauty of it all.
I hated Cat, but now it's bittersweet.
Tommys end screen. He died and tubbo will miss him. In the end he's back but different.
I will alwais love this disc, is the first I ever heard in Minercraft, and this video really made me nostalgic.
Thanks :)
dad, why is sister called rose?
because your mother loves roses.
thanks dad.
no problem Cat, but it somehow survived a huge war.
My first time doing one of these but here we go
Not many people had survived after the war, you just got lucky. The bloodvines had spread throughout the entire SMP. And with the Egg's followers gone, it began to die out. It was very slow though. You trekked through the forest and valley, using the dying vines as a guide in your travels. Food had been scarce for days and you were running out of resources. Walking through the mountains, you noticed a path made of oak wood. It looked like it was decades old but it led somewhere. You decided to follow it. As you did, you saw remains of buildings, pieces of obsidian and blackstone were scattered about, a barely surviving tower, and more rubble. Continuing to walk along the path, you saw something in the distance. A building that was only a bit destroyed, its brick walls and crafting table floor seeming familiar. Inside were a few chests with resources. You sighed in relief, beginning to look through them. A faded lime green ring peeked through the chest. You shoved the other items out of the way, finding two discs. Carefully taking them out, you wiped away the layer of dust that had settled on them. One read "Mellohi", the other, "Cat". You decided to take them with you, collecting the last of the resources. As you left, you wanted to find a place to play these. You remember passing a jukebox on the way here and decide to play it there. Setting your bag on the bench, you slid "Cat" into the slot and allowed it to play, it's slowed notes sending a wave of nostalgia over you. You wondered how many people this disc had been given to, what battles, wars, and friendships it caused. Looking over the horizon, you smile. You smile not because you need to fake one, You smile because you finally realize.
"We won."
Oooh- it's coool (♡°▽°♡)
Pov: its been 1 year since the dsmp has shut down, everyone left or so you thought..you decide to walk down a path, where a community house was seen..broken or torn apart..you looked at it and put out a lil gasp,you just then walk away from it and go on a hill, there, there was a small bench, a jukebox, and two discs. You immediatly recognized the discs..its The discs cat and mellohi..
(3 likes for part two i cant continue it rn cuz i gotta sleep-)
3 likes cmon nowww
It's broken, but life still remains. We can still live like this, if we're together, friend.
I images someone picking this up in an abandoned house and an abandoned everything but there is just this disk on a bench near a dirt house he put it in and the music starts playing.
After we all grow up i hope we discover Cat with no scratches so we can hear it how it used to in the good ol' days..