Personal Narrative-I M Playing Minecraft (HCF)

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What makes you a worthwhile helper?: I'm a worthwhile helper because I always play games like Creative, Build It, Sumo and OITC where I always see people constantly swearing and being mean to other players. I've noticed it to be the worst in Creative with all the rude roleplays, I've also seen cases where people are in the hub asking for a moderator or helper to help in certain gamemodes and stop a hacker, (In sumo I always see people hacking by using anti-knockback hacks). I can understand this really ruins the game for people and it annoys me to see people

I am really active on the server. I played a lot of minigames such as Creative, Factions, OITC, MineFighter, Spleef, Herobrine's Chamber and many more! I have spent my time to this server for quite long. Such as:

For many years, Minecraft has been a “go-to” game for me. I started playing it with my cousin 4 years ago, and we both stuck with it. I love the limitless creativity the game has to offer, and the ability to connect with people all around the world with some sort of common interest as me. I love the feeling to look back at a build you worked so hard on, you used all your creativity on, and gaze at the final product in pride and accomplishment.​

The man’s attire consisted of red overalls, a matching red hat, and a blue shirt. I watched him soundlessly as he rocketed overhead, trying to grasp the golden coin. At the instant he grabbed the shining money, the number at the top left of my screen transfigured from a 99 to a 00. The digits above that number additionally transformed from a 05 to a 06.

You know one day my friend hit me up to play some Minecraft. And you know I was an oldie and was a veteran so I was like "you know what? ok on for the road," SOOOOOO I played some Minecraft on your wonderful server being like wow, this is SOOOOO FUN I LOVE MINECRAFT AGAIN bu then my bad internet messed up and I started lagging in the game :( I got bored in bridges and decided to build up as HIGGHH AS THE EYE CAN SEE!!!!! since I was lagging there was no height limit. Then I SUDDENLY GOT BANNED, I WASD LIKE

Over the summer I attended EdCamp Magic in Orlando, FL. During the door prize section of the day, my pal Amber (@edtechamber - follow her, she's full of good) won a Premium Subscription to Classcraft, a service that she didn't need in her position. So quickly, I adopted the not-as-subtle-as-it-thinks-it-is "share the treats, please?" pose that my dog gets when I open the cupboard. When she asked me if I wanted it, I was all yes.

When people hear video games, they often think it's a waste of time. But, League of Legends has been with me before I even got into Brooklyn Tech. I learned a lot from playing the game. Before, I became decent at the game, I was a nobody that no one respected. It took patience and trial and error for me to become who I am today.

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

dear Sean I'm going to start off by saying that I hope I do this letter in the correct format, I did not get much background informations on what this was supposed to all include. but that's okay I'll give it my best shot but with that said I'm not I'm not sure if it'll just being you hearing the this or if it will be read aloud in your tool group I decided that I'm going to write this as if only you are are going to be hearing this. anyways let's get this started you know how much trouble I my emotions at least my emotions that weakness is paper is difficult for me to do simply because I hate showing people my emotions because I hate others being in my business and I'm always so worried about others judging me but with that said for

I grab the handle on the door frame, and pull my five foot self up into the driver's seat. Leaving the door open, I turn the key in the ignition. Doesn't start. "Try again." Daryl hooks his hand around the top of the door. I nod and twist the key forward again. This time it clicks for a few seconds, then starts right up. The purring of the engine enlightened the mood a bit. Tara jogs over to Rick. "The van works." "We have our transportation." Rick nods before signaling the rest over. "Want to get out of the city before dark, we'll find a spot in the woods to settle for the night and go from there." I made sure I was in the same car as Daryl, even if it meant not being in the same as Carl, but I need to comfort one of the biggest father figures

my studies. It was there that I would max out my library card to read

All I could think about was how bad my legs hurt. I had scratches from branches that tore away at my skin on my arms and legs, a terrible headache and my clothes had so many rips and tears that I couldn’t remember how I got. I couldn’t remember anything, not my name, what had happened or anything. I just didn’t know. All I knew is that I had been stumbling through the woods for quite some time. Well until I came to a road with tons of cars coming from every direction. I stepped one foot at a time onto the noisy road filled with commotion and so abruptly it all went black. I woke to nearly blinding lights shining above me and looked around to see the room of a hospital. As I tried to sit up I experienced a piercing pain that lasted until I finally

I stumbled out of the car, nervously awaiting my unavoidable fate. It was July 1st, 2010, the day after my 9th birthday. I knew what this meant. It was time for my yearly check up at the pediatrician. For the 100th time, I asked my mom if I needed any shots - probably my greatest fear in life - this year as we stepped into the elevator that reeked with the smells of sick people and anti-disinfectant wipes. “I don’t know, Jason. You survived last year’s shots, so you will be fine,” she calmly replied.

I walked to work trying to keep a decent pace for my weary body, while my mind raced with excitement. How lucky was I? I was going to marry and have a child with James Abby a wealthy kind man, while I was a poor factory worker! Although we had only known each other for a short amount of time, I knew he was the one. We met when I started working at his factory a few months back after I left the coal mines. He treats me so well, he occasionally gets frustrated with me, but it’s only because I am uneducated. Back in the coal mines men would take advantage of me every day, but James actually cares for me. I was snapped out of my deep thinking when I saw James walking into the factory building. I sped up as fast as my hurting body would let me and