Unofficially Yours Quotes

You’ve one mark on your record,” Tamas said. “You once punched a na-baron in the face. Broke his jaw. Tell me about that.” Olem grimaced. “Officially, sir, I was pushing him out of the way of a runaway carriage. Saved his life. Half my company saw it.” “With your fist?” “Aye.” “And unofficially?” “The man was a git. He shot my dog because it startled his horse.” “And if I ever have cause to shoot your dog?” “I’ll punch you in the face.” “Fair enough. You have the job.

Didn’t your mother tell you boys tease the girls they like?” “That only applies to children.” “All men are babies.” “Point taken.” Chloe and Stella- The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club

Unofficially, we understood. There was a ceiling. Always had been, always would be. Even for him. Even for our hero, there were limits to the dream of assimilation, to how far any of you could make your way into the world of Black and White.

If we can use an H-bomb--and as you said it's no checker game; it's real, it's war and nobody is fooling around--isn't it sort of ridiculous to go crawling around in the weeds, throwing knives and maybe getting yourself killed . . . and even losing the war . . . when you've got a real weapon you can use to win? What's the point in a whole lot of men risking their lives with obsolete weapons when one professor type can do so much more just by pushing a button?' Zim didn't answer at once, which wasn't like him at all. Then he said softly, 'Are you happy in the Infantry, Hendrick? You can resign, you know.' Hendrick muttered something; Zim said, 'Speak up!' I'm not itching to resign, sir. I'm going to sweat out my term.' I see. Well, the question you asked is one that a sergeant isn't really qualified to answer . . . and one that you shouldn't ask me. You're supposed to know the answer before you join up. Or you should. Did your school have a course in History and Moral Philosophy?' What? Sure--yes, sir.' Then you've heard the answer. But I'll give you my own--unofficial--views on it. If you wanted to teach a baby a lesson, would you cuts its head off?' Why . . . no, sir!' Of course not. You'd paddle it. There can be circumstances when it's just as foolish to hit an enemy with an H-Bomb as it would be to spank a baby with an ax. War is not violence and killing, pure and simple; war is controlled violence, for a purpose. The purpose of war is to support your government's decisions by force. The purpose is never to kill the enemy just to be killing him . . . but to make him do what you want him to do. Not killing . . . but controlled and purposeful violence. But it's not your business or mine to decide the purpose of the control. It's never a soldier's business to decide when or where or how--or why--he fights; that belongs to the statesmen and the generals. The statesmen decide why and how much; the generals take it from there and tell us where and when and how. We supply the violence; other people--"older and wiser heads," as they say--supply the control. Which is as it should be. That's the best answer I can give you. If it doesn't satisfy you, I'll get you a chit to go talk to the regimental commander. If he can't convince you--then go home and be a civilian! Because in that case you will certainly never make a soldier.

Eh, Nikanor Ivanovich!' the unknown man exclaimed soulfully. 'What are official and unofficial persons? It all depends on your point of view on the subject. It's all fluctuating and relative, Nikanor Ivanovich. Today I'm a unofficial person, and tomorrow, lo and behold, I'm an official one! And it happens the other way round -oh, how it does!" - Chapter 9

Sometimes when you think you need space to sort out how you feel, you really don't. You're just scared, so you ran. Running is never the answer. Make yourself stay and work through it.

You are Doogie Howser, M.D., and you will remain officially so for four years, and unofficially so, to some extent, for the rest of your natural life.

FOOL, YOU WILL DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!” yelled Spidroth. “NOW FIGHT!

What is your least favorite Minecraft mob??” Hmmm…probably the creepers.

If you look into your own mind, which are you, Don Quixote or Sancho Panza?” he had asked in the great essay on dirty postcards. “Almost certainly you are both. There is one part of you that wishes to be a hero or a saint, but another part of you is a little fat man who sees very clearly the advantages of staying alive with a whole skin. He is your unofficial self, the voice of the belly protesting against the soul.

Yes, you must be very careful around thieves. They have the swiftest of hands. They can steal your underwear right off you and you wouldn't even know it." I gasped. "Those jerks!

The Doctor may be a reliable force that protects you, but he protects you by destroying your world.

Lucky bit on to Bob’s robe and dragged him onward. “Ah! Your pet is trying to run me to death.

If you spawned in a new world what items would you fill your inventory with? (you can have 14 slots) 896 baked potatoes.

It was your grandson again, Sister Emelia,” she told the Grand High Witch. “The second figure was your grandson, Dave.” To be continued…

Bye, Robo-Horse!" Alex shouted. "Good luck!" "Wait, you called your horse 'Robo-Horse'?" said Carl. "But it wasn't a robot." "I named him after Robo-Steve," said Alex sadly. Dave put an arm around Alex. "That was very nice, Alex," Dave told her. "I'm sure Robo-Steve would have liked that." "All right, that's enough of that," said Spidroth, giving Alex a suspicious look, "let's get this over with.

Oh my love Please run away Monster King Forbids your stay Humans must Live far apart Even if It breaks my heart They'll put you In the dungeon It'll suck And then you'll die a lot Really sad You're gonna die Cry cry cry So sad it's happening!

wait for you to finish your really cool Minecraft creation, which took you weeks to create, all so that we can blow it up.

Wingardium Leviosa: Temporarily gain the powers of telekinesis, the ability to move objects with your mind.

Grandma…” Dave muttered, his eyes staring blankly into the distance. “Grandma…” “No, I’m not your grandma,” said Carl. “At least, not as far as I know.

So if you tell your own awkward story, then you’ll have an awkward potion,” Clank shrugged. “Maybe.

​Movies like How to Train Your Ender Dragon, and Iron Armor Man.

I thought about using my awesome skateboard skills to escape, but…” “... but you’re not very good at skateboarding?” suggested Carl.

Whoa… for real? Thanks, Alex… You’re being awfully nice to me.” “Shut up.” “Oh…

Come on, you’re a great distraction! All the bosses hate you for some reason!

Raaaghhhhhh… Urrrggghhhh… “What? I don’t understand you,” I replied. “Take me to your leader.” Urghmmmm…

My name is Wrecktor, and I’ll be your ender.

And do you know what a teacher said to us? "Now boys . . . you shouldn't be copying those girls. Come up with your ideas, okay?

Run away when thirty mobs are surrounding you. Really? Are you sure? You mean like, move your legs so you move away from the mobs? That's brilliant. Good tip.

You're not a spy, are you, Jello?" I petted his flat head. "No, of course not. You're a good boy.

Maybe you're thinking: "Wait! Mobs don't do those things! Mobs don't work together!

Can’t you see his excitement?” I said nervously. “What’s wrong with your dog?

Dave, it's okay to admit that you're a noob," said Carl. "A lot of noobs go on to live happy and fulfilling lives." "Shut up, Carl," said Dave.

Thank goodness for your enormous nose, Dave,” said Alex. “It really came in handy.” “Yeah,” said Dave, rubbing his sore nose. “Thank goodness.

Hey! Hey! That’s my head! What are you doing?!” “It’s your fat head! That’s why we’re stuck!” So, I used my left hand and pushed her head back. “No! It’s your fat head!

Have Dolores Umbridge as your mother? or Have Bellatrix Lestrange as your mother?

Wow… you came all this way for Red? Do you like him or something? Is he your boyfriend?

Her face turned a bright red under her half mask. “What?! You think you’re funny, huh? You think I brought this awesome army to your front lawn to mess around, huh?!

Glisseo: If you ever wondered how great it might be to turn your staircase into a slide, now you can find out.

Because you’re so pro and I’m so no.

So, your new armor pieces will provide you with extra protection.

Has your gut feeling ever let you down?” “Uh, I’d rather not answer that.

If we had your task force in place weeks ago,

But what do you want me to do, Sir?” “My dear young friend, the golden rule is very simple. There are only two errors which would be fatal to one placed in the peculiar situation which certain parts of your previous conduct have unfortunately created for you. On the one hand, anything like a lack of initiative or enterprise would be disastrous. On the other, the slightest approach to unauthorized action—anything which suggested that you were assuming a liberty of decision which, in all the circumstances, is not really yours—might have consequences from which even I could not protect you. But as long as you keep quite clear of these two extremes, there is no reason (speaking unofficially) why you should not be perfectly safe.

Get 1% better every day because these small improvements will accumulate and make a huge difference in your life. ● Focus on improving your systems instead of concentrating on your gaols.

Yes, she told me about how you defeated a great, big slime monster?” I gave her a half smile. “Oh…” “And how you fought with a powerful skeleton warlord?” “Ah, the Skeleton King…” “And how you’ve built a wall around this village to protect it?” “Well, actually, Tommy is building it now.” “You’re quite helpful, aren’t you?” I smiled. “Well, I try…” Cindy giggled a bit and Lisa laughed.

Omg… we’re going to die while you cook your chicken!” “Huh? Don’t worry, it’ll be done cooking in five hours,” I said in confusion. “Wow, you guys beat Steve senseless… good job, team,” said Arthur.

Suddenly, Maili broke the silence and yelled, “Release Red now or pay the consequences!” “Hm? Oh, you’re here for Red? I thought you wanted to buy some cookies or something from our bakery shop,” I said.

I’ve taken control of your suit, creeper,” said Marie. “Well, I’m going to take control of your face,” said Carl. “What does that even mean?” said Marie. “I’m not sure,” said Carl. “It sounded a lot cooler in my head.

Good morning,” said the Cleric. “Do you wish to ask for my forgiveness, Dave? Do you wish to declare that you are a true villager and that you worship Steve?” “I wish to declare that I think you’re an idiot,” said Carl.

What’s your theme for my dimension?” ask Dave, his voice trembling. “I haven’t quite decided,” said the Glitch Queen. “It’s down to either ‘invasion of the clowns’ or ‘visit to the dentist’.” “You monster!” gasped Dave.

Well, try harder," said Spidroth. "Don't look with your eyes; look with the Sight." "Look with your butt," said Carl. "That's the key to being a mighty warrior — you must use the power of your butt to vanquish your foes.

Some day, the mayor's gonna be saying something like: "You? A noob? Did I really say something so foolish? No, I always knew you were going to be the best, Sir Runt! Please forgive me, sir! Let me polish your sword for you!

You are fortunate, villager,” said Spidroth. “Spiders are noble creatures.” “You’re only saying that because you were Queen of the Spiders,” said Carl. “If you were Queen of the Pigs, you’d be telling us how noble pigs are.

Uh…this looks like an ambush,” I said looking at Steve. “Uhhh…maybe I should wait out here while you go do your thing in there.” “What?! You’re coming with me, fool!” I yelled at him. “But I’m scared…” “Man up, you weakling.

Harper. You’re still recovering anyway,” said Hayden. “So, which one of us should go, eh?” asked Calvin. “I’ll go,” said Hayden. “You need to stay behind and take care of our division in Captain Arceus’s absence.” Calvin nodded.

Who is official and who is unofficial these days? It all depends on your point of view. It’s all so vague and changeable, Nikanor Ivanovich. Today I’m unofficial, tomorrow, hey presto! I’m official! Or maybe vice-versa – who knows?

Hey guys!” Hey Boom. “Oooh, is this the introduction?” Yes. Now clear off. You’re in the spotlight. “Oh come on! I wanna be in the story too.” “Clear off Boom! Leave this part to the famous people.” “Famous? Are you kidding? There is no one more famous than the mighty Dr. Boom!” Dude, it’s been what, four books since we last saw you? Our first readers have probably died from old age by now. “LET ME HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT!” NEVER! ON WITH THE STORY! “NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Watching Nigel Farage rudely insult fellow members of the European Parliament today - the first occasion they were all assembled in Brussels since the tragic 'Brexit' referendum result - made me feel utterly ashamed to be British. Let it be known that Nigel Farage is the very epitomy of a narrow-minded 'Little Englander' who does not represent the vast majority of outward-looking people from Great Britain. His shameful and unofficial campaign to convince the British electorate to leave the European Union was peppered with lies and deceit. His populist and xenophobic rhetoric has also subsequently contributed to ugly scenes of racial abuse and hate crime directed at Eastern European nationals and ethnic minorities living and working in the UK, in the wake of the referendum result. Fellow Europeans, world citizens, let this be a wake-up call. Deny your own domestic peddlers of populism and nationalism the opportunity to follow the example of this unelected, disrespected maverick, intent on making a name for himself, for he has unwittingly unleashed a wrecking ball on Britain's future economic prosperity, cultural diversity and social harmony.

You first, Carl," said Dave. "Why me?" said Carl. "I'm not jumping down into that dark pit. " "It has to be you first as you're the heaviest," said Dave. "We don't want you landing on the rest of us." "How rude," said Carl, but he jumped down into the darkness nonetheless. "Waaaaaaaa!" Carl screamed, then THOOM, there was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. "I'm okay!" Carl called up. "Oww," groaned Milo. "I'm not." "Carl!" said Dave. "Did you land on Milo?!" "I didn't mean to," said Carl.

The mobs won't ever think about going near a village again. The endermen will be so afraid, they'll actually start crying just looking at your village. And because water hurts the endermen, their own tears will actually burn them. See? That's how pro I am.

I’m… I’m eating a hopper?” Alex said, her lip trembling. “I’m eating a cute little hopper??” “You’re eating a delicious little hopper,” said Carl. “Although most people call them rabbits.” “Carl!” said Dave. “Stop being mean. But, er, he is right, Alex. Sorry.

Knock it off, you two," said Dave. "Porkins is right — you need to share." "Yes, Dad," said Carl. "Wait," said Alex, looking confused, "is Dave your dad, Carl? I never knew that." "Oh brother," said Carl. "Wait, he's your brother?" said Alex. "Now I'm very confused.

I know… I was just kidding, Uptight Knight.” “Call me that one more time, I dare you.”  “Call you what? Uptight?” “That’s it! You just lost your talking privilege!” Devlin reached into his inventory and pulled out two slime balls and stuffed them into Gavin’s mouth. Mmmfffff!

THE UNOFFICIAL AND UNWRITTEN (but you better follow them or you’re going to get beaten twice as hard) SPOKANE INDIAN RULES OF FISTICUFFS: 1. IF SOMEBODY INSULTS YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 2. IF YOU THINK SOMEBODY IS GOING TO INSULT YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 3. IF YOU THINK SOMEBODY IS THINKING ABOUT INSULTING YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 4. IF SOMEBODY INSULTS ANY OF YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, OR IF YOU THINK THEY’RE GOING TO INSULT YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, OR IF YOU THINK THEY’RE THINKING ABOUT INSULTING YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 5. YOU SHOULD NEVER FIGHT A GIRL, UNLESS SHE INSULTS YOU, YOUR FAMILY, OR YOUR FRIENDS, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HER. 6. IF SOMEBODY BEATS UP YOUR FATHER OR YOUR MOTHER, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THE SON AND/OR DAUGHTER OF THE PERSON WHO BEAT UP YOUR MOTHER OR FATHER. 7. IF YOUR MOTHER OR FATHER BEATS UP SOMEBODY, THEN THAT PERSON’S SON AND/OR DAUGHTER WILL FIGHT YOU. 8. YOU MUST ALWAYS PICK FIGHTS WITH THE SONS AND/OR DAUGHTERS OF ANY INDIANS WHO WORK FOR THE BUREA OF INDIAN AFFAIRS. 9. YOU MUST ALWAYS PICK FIGHTS WITH THE SONS AND/OR DAUGHTERS OF ANY WHITE PEOPLE WHO LIVE ANYWHERE ON THE RESERVATION. 10. IF YOU GET IN A FIGHT WITH SOMEBODY WHO IS SURE TO BEAT YOU UP, THEN YOU MUST THROW THE FIRST PUNCH, BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY PUNCH YOU’LL EVER GET TO THROW. 11. IN ANY FIGHT, THE LOSER IS THE FIRST ONE WHO CRIES.

Okay, fine…” Wanda opened the door. Right when she saw my face, she said, “Oh, it’s you.” “Yeah, I’m Steve, remember? I can’t believe you forgot me.” “I forgot your name, not your face. What are you doing here?” “Wow, I can’t believe you forgot my name…” I was a little bit butthurt…

Those of us with powers are sought out by the Checquy through a variety of means, and the group was long ago granted the authority to claim any citizens it wanted. Parents are coerced or duped into releasing their children, sometimes with massive payoffs. Adults are lured in with promises of power, wealth, and the opportunity to serve their nation. The initiation is a mixture of ancient oaths and modern contracts under both the official and unofficial secrecy acts of the government. By the time an individual has become a full member, he is bound by a million different ties. Do you realize now what your leaving would have meant?

Hi there! I’m Kate! You must be a wandering trader. Can I play with your llamas?” She squeezed all her words out in one breath. Auggie was practically pushed back by the force of the girl. “Uh, yes? Sure. They are just llamas... I suppose you can-”  “YEEEE!!!” Kate screamed and ran back outside to play with the llamas.

The men toasted their bottles, as they did when Mouse was mentioned. The part of their tattoo that no longer existed. The man had died on the job, protecting Blake because he was loyal to Beckett. “And…” Cole shot Beckett a look. “You’re unofficially known as Sparkles and Jesus.” Beckett squinted as Cole pretended to be offended. “I think it’s only fair if we give you a nickname, Blake?” Cole asked. Blake stood and added a log to the fire. It’d been burning steady since right after dinner. Being with his brothers like this was Beckett’s favorite. It his wildest dreams he never pictured getting to sit with them in a Blake’s backyard.

No foe can stand against us. We are all seasoned warriors. Even the creeper isn't too terrible at fighting." "Wow, Spidroth," said Carl, "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said about me. And to return the favor, I want to tell you how much I love that bright red skin of yours. It makes you look just like a big, freaky apple.

support was disrupted, the bats flew over the wall and softly dropped off the horse hybrids. “Archers! Keep your focus on the sky!” yelled Captain Arceus. The quick-running horses charged straight down our front line. “Mercs! Golems! You’re up!” yelled Paladin-Captain Devlin. “You guys better hold the line.” “We’re on it!” yelled Ryan.

Umm… sure…” I walked to the front of the stage. “Everyone, thank you for your tremendous help and support ever since I arrived here. As your new deputy mayor, I promise to continue with my efforts in protecting our homes. I have many plans for the future, and I believe these plans will make our village safer and better in every way. Thank you.

In the start-up world, you’re not taken seriously if you haven’t had at least one colossal failure. The unofficial motto in Silicon Valley is “Fail early and often.” Almost no one gets it right the first, second, or even third time. Failure is baked into the innovation process; it’s how they learn what doesn’t work so they can home in on what does.

Get in here.” Reluctantly, Steve came inside. Suddenly the huge door closed behind us. Steve let out a girly scream. “Oh, no! We’re trapped!” “Stop panicking. You’re making me look bad!” Then these red glowing eyes appeared out of the darkness and a monstrous voice filled the courtyard. “So, you must be Herobrine, the dummy who wishes to challenge me,” the scary voice said.

A teacher said to his Mob class one day, ‘If you think you’re dumb, please stand up.’ Nobody stood up, so the teacher said, “I’m sure there are some kids in this class that think they’re dumb!” Then Little Johnny the Creeper stood up. The teacher said, ‘Oh, Johnny! So, you think you’re dumb then?’ Little Johnny replied, ‘No, I just felt bad that you were standing by yourself.

Right when Gavin saw me standing at the front gate, a look of confusion came over his face. “You? What are you still doing here? Don’t tell me you still want a tour of my base?” My mouth dropped. He forgot about us? “What?! Are you kidding me?! We’ve been out here waiting for you!” yelled Devlin. “Waiting for me? Don’t you mean you’ve been waiting for your friends here?” said Gavin.

Sophia!” He looks horrified. “I’m not suggesting that you shouldn’t eat dessert. You don’t need a spoon because I was going to feed you.” Oh. “I have an arse,” I blurt out. His grins. “I noticed. Officially, men love arses. And I think I can speak for all men—at least all the British ones—I am their future king, you know. Unofficially…I can’t wait to get my hands on that beautiful round bum of yours.

The money was rolling in. I wanted to make smart decisions with it so I went out with a realtor for one day, and found a pad in Laurel Canyon and bought it. Pretty soon, Graham unofficially moved in. We spent that spring and summer just the two of us together. We’d grill on the patio for dinner and go see shows every night and sleep late in the mornings. GRAHAM: Karen and I spent whole weekends high as shit, rich as hell, playing songs together, and not telling anybody where we were or what we were up to. It was our little secret. I didn’t even tell Billy. People say that life keeps moving, but they don’t mention that it does stop sometimes, just for you. Just for you and your girl. The world stops spinning and just lets you two lie there. Feels like it, anyway. Sometimes. If you’re lucky. Call me a romantic if you have to. Worse things to be.

I snapped out of my daydream of capturing bats and eating high-end restaurant food. “Huh? What? Yeah, I’m okay.” I wiped a small amount of drool from my mouth. “That’s a very generous pay structure, I should be able to find you some tamers easily at those rates.” “That’s great, thank you for your help, my friend. Please direct the tamers here and I’ll brief them.” I nodded. “Okay, I’ll start looking right now. See you later, Owen.

Don’t forget us when you’re both rich and famous, chaps,” said Porkins. “I can’t promise that,” said Carl. “If I get rich and famous, I’m going to live in a big diamond house with lots of guard wolves, so I can just sit around eating baked potatoes all day. If anyone tries to disturb me, the wolves will slay them on sight. So, you’d best be careful.” “Crikey,” said Porkins, his cheeks turning pale. “Idiots,” said Spidroth, rolling her eyes.

Get off me, you idiot!” Carl shouted. “Calling a police officer an idiot is a very serious offense,” said the officer holding Carl. “How long do you reckon that would get you in prison, Liam?” “Er, I reckon about zero years, Chief,” said another officer. “I don’t think that’s actually a crime.” “Well, it should be,” said the officer holding Carl. “But stealing a priceless artifact definitely is a crime. You’re coming with us, little creeper.

Never underestimate your enemy. That’s rule number one,” said Shadow as he glanced back at the two new tier 1s. “Yes, sir…” Peyton and Marcel said quietly.  “And rule number two should be: Never take your eyes off the enemy!” yelled Maili as she appeared behind Shadow and stabbed him in the back with her sword. “Maili!” yelled Red in a worried tone. The tier 2 ninja didn’t react at all to the blade piercing through his torso. Instead, he simply said, “You just violated rule number one.

Someone behind me coughed. Then Max stepped forward and said: "Um . . . sir? If I may ask . . . what is your . . . Combat score? Sir." Razberry snickered again. "Seven," the elder said proudly. "Yes, sonny boy, I've smashed a few zombies in my time. I once beat a zombie upon the head with a stick. Rest assured, I'll teach you all you need to know!" "I'm sure," Max said. "Did that zombie die?" asked a girl. "Well, no," said Urf. "But it became very, very angry." Someone groaned. There were a few more snickers.

Yeah, we’re gonna kick their butts,” said Alex. “It will be like a real-life version of The Legend of Carl the Creeper.” “Um, what’s The Legend of Carl the Creeper?” asked Mayor Grady. “It’s an award-winning comic book that’s hitting shelves soon,” said Carl. “Look out for it in your nearest comic book shop.” “What’s a comic book shop?” Tom asked. “And what’s a comic book?” “And what awards has it won?” asked Dave. “Well, it’s going to win awards one day,” said Carl, “so we’re going to write ‘award-winning’ on the cover now, so we don’t have to add it later.

A second later, Maili popped up from the ground behind me and yelled, “Steal Weapon!” I gasped as she swiped my extra heavy weapon from my hands. Clang! My weapon fell to the ground. “Gah!” yelled Maili as she backed away. I turned around and picked up my weapon with ease. “Wait, what just happened?” “N-nothing!” Maili yelled as she limped a little. “Wait… did you just try to steal my weapon, but it was too heavy for you?” I started laughing. “Shut up, fool!” I continued laughing. “Did you pull a muscle? Is that why you’re limping now?” Grrr! Maili threw a dagger straight at my face.

Come on, Steve. Stop being a wimp. You’re a gladiator now. A gladiator!” I said. I summoned all my strength and was finally able to roll over onto my back. “Ugh! One step at a time…” After resting for a few minutes, I attempted to sit up again. But the muscles in my stomach burned like mad as I tried to sit up. “Ah! Forget this. I’m just gonna chill here all day.” But then I remembered about the armor fitting. I wanted to see Alex’s new armor. I attempted for a third time to get up. Again, it was no go. I decided to rest a bit more; after all, I had time to spare before the fitting at night.

they’re normally led by an illager called Marie. She looks skinny, but according to the stories we’ve heard about her, she’s a vicious fighter.” “I don’t care how vicious she is,” said Spidroth, “she won’t stand a chance against the Lady Spidrothbrine.” “That’s right,” said Carl. “As soon as those bad guys see Spidroth’s face, they’ll flee in the opposite direction.” “CREEPER!” Spidroth roared, pulling out her netherite sword. Dave quickly rushed to stand in front of her. “Come on,” he said, “save all that rage for Mad Mulligan’s gang.” “Pah,” said Spidroth, putting her sword away. “You got lucky this time, creeper.” “Not that lucky,” said Carl, “I still have to look at your face.

I got irritated. “Don’t worry about it! Let’s get on with it.” “Okay, since we ended early yesterday, I had some time to set up your next fight. It took a lot of negotiating, but I finally got you the fight of the century.” “Really? Who will I be fighting?” “He is a menace in disguise. So, don’t go off judging a book by its cover.” “Who is it? Tell me already.” “He lives in dark caves and commands a whole army.” I was getting frustrated. “GRRR…just tell me already!” “Okay, okay. I got you a fight with the commander of the zombies.” “Pffftt! He doesn’t sound so hard,” I said sneeringly.  Steve smiled. “He’s an absolute beast. He won’t go down easily.” “Alright, fine, where is he?” “To fight him, we must travel to the zombie stronghold to the East.

More politically, Medusa has become shorthand for a particular brand of strong female agency perceived as aggressive or ‘unladylike’. Marie Antoinette was depicted with snake-like hair in French seventeenth-century cartoons, while in the early twentieth century, anti-suffragette postcards likened the protesters to the monster. During the 2016 American election campaign, the image of Hillary Clinton’s snake-bedecked, raging head being cut off by her Republican rival Donald Trump – compared to Perseus – appeared on unofficial merchandise. Similarly, another strong female leader, German chancellor Angela Merkel, has found herself depicted as a Gorgon. These portrayals reinforce a millennia-old message from men to women: keep your mouth shut or we’ll shut it for you.

Disney now unofficially tolerates hundreds of small online shops run by die-hard fans selling T-shirts, buttons, pins, patches, jewelry, and thousands more items that leverage Disney characters. These stores don’t pay Disney a dime in licensing fees. Why the pivot to tolerating knockoffs? Because Disney learned that fan-made, unlicensed twenty-five-dollar T-shirts drive their wearers to Disney parks, where they buy expensive entrance tickets and pass the day spending even more money. Another reason for Disney’s newfound tolerance: it has discovered the marketing research value from the hundreds of small knockoff shops. These shops turn out to be a vibrant source of ideas for new official Disney merchandise. In 2016 the online vendor Bibbidi Bobbidi Brooke came out with a hugely popular line of rose-gold sequined Mickey ears, something that had not occurred to the Disney licensors. So Disney copied the design, which sold out immediately in its official stores. Bibbidi Bobbidi Brooke was gracious, posting “always excited to see new merch offerings.” Her fans replied, “Yours will always be the original!!!” Everyone wins.

ninja shook his head. “You think you’ve defeated Team Scorpion? You fool…” I stood there quietly. “My rescue team is coming for me.” “Oh? Well, I’ll let the mayor know that we’ll be needing more jail cells soon for the rest of your friends.”  “Heh…” Red looked around the room, then he said, “You guards better be nice to me… because when I get rescued, I just might spare your lives.” “Save your threats, Red. They’re nothing but empty words in here,” I said. “Oh, you’ll see… soon.” I was getting annoyed with talking to the ninja, so I left. “I’ll be seeing you soon!” he yelled as I exited. I left the prison with an icky feeling. All of Red’s big talk got to me. I didn’t know if he was serious or if he was just bluffing. After all, ninjas are masters of deception. Still, I wanted to be safe, so I went to go look for Devlin. I found my friend talking to Bob. They were just chilling and eating. “Hey, can I talk to you?” I asked. “Yeah, what’s up?” asked Devlin. “I just returned from a visit to the prison.” “Oh, no… what happened?” I explained to Devlin the situation. “See! That’s exactly why you shouldn’t go talking to the prisoners. Now he has you all paranoid.

Whoa, whoa, calm down, everyone!” I said. “Lemme try to talk to them and see what’s up?” “What’s up? Don’t you see what’s up?” said Devlin. “They’re about to fire on us!” “But they haven’t yet. Just chill and let me salvage this.” I stepped out in front of Devlin’s shield. “I said do not take one step further!” yelled the announcer. “Hey, hey, remember me?” I said. “It’s Steve.” “You! What’s the meaning of this?!” “Of what?” “This army! Why did you bring an army to our doorstep?!” yelled the announcer. “Uh, I’m here on business. Is the Skeleton King in? Can I speak to him?” I asked. “I speak for our king! Now tell me what’s the meaning of this army?! Is it war you want?!” “What?! No, no, not at all! I’m telling you, we’re here on business!” “What kind of business?! The hostile takeover business?!” “No, no, you got it all wrong!” “We were kind to your people. We took you in and this is how you repay us? With a hostile takeover?!” “No! I’m serious! We’re not here to overthrow you!” “Why else would you bring such a huge army?!” “They’re here for another fight!” “Yeah, right! You mean the fight that’s going to start right after we let you past our walls?!” “What?! No!” Then the announcer turned around and said, “Bring out the golem!” “The golem? Is he talking about Bob?” I said to Devlin. “Probably,” replied the paladin. Then Alex came up to me. “Steve, you need to deescalate this situation quickly before it gets out of hand.” I nodded. “You’re right, yeah.” Some skeleton guards brought out Bob to the front of the wall. He was all chained up. “Bob!” I yelled at the sight of my friend in bindings. “Steve! What’s going on?!” said Bob. “They think we’re here to fight them,” I said. “Now tell us the truth or we’ll beat this golem!” said the announcer. Bob chuckled. “Beat me? It’s not like you guys could hurt me.” “Bob, be quiet!” I yelled. “You’re not helping. Just let me deal with them.” “Quit your stalling and start explaining!” yelled the announcer.  “Dude! We’re not here to fight. We’re not here to take over your home. I’m telling you the truth! This is a huge misunderstanding,” I explained.  “Bring out the girl!” yelled the announcer. “The girl? Is he talking about Emily?” I said softly. “She’ll make him speak the truth!” Some skeleton guards dragged out Emily. She was kicking and screaming all over the place. Her arms were also tied behind her back like Bob’s. “Unhand me, you stupid skeletons!” yelled Emily. “Emily!” I yelled. “Steve!” “Let her go!” “Tell me the truth, or else she’s going to get it!” yelled the announcer as he drew out a stone sword and pointed it at Emily’s throat.

Rhysand asked, “What happened after these beings arrived in your world?” Bryce sucked her teeth before saying, “In the official version of this story, another world, Hel, tried to invade Midgard. To destroy the fledgling empire—and everyone living in it. But the Asteri unified all these new people under one banner and pushed Hel back to its own realm. In the process, the Northern Rift was fixed with its destination permanently on Hel. After that, it remained mostly closed. A massive wall was erected around it to keep any Hel-born stragglers from getting through the cracks, and the Asteri built a glorious empire meant to last for eternity. Or so we’re all ordered to believe.” The faces in front of her remained impassive. Rhysand asked quietly, “And what is the unofficial story?” Bryce swallowed, the room in the archives flashing through her memory. “The Asteri are ancient, immortal beings who feed on the power of others—they harvest the magic of a people, a world, and then eat it. We call it firstlight. It fuels our entire world, but mostly them. We’re required to hand it over upon reaching immortality—well, as close to immortality as we can get. We seize our full, mature power through a ritual called the Drop, and in the process, some of our power is siphoned off and given over to the firstlight stores for the Asteri. It’s like a tax on our magic.

When you were dying, Edward quickly discovered, people would let you do pretty much whatever you wanted. So he made some new unofficial decrees: 1. The king was allowed to sleep in as long as he wished. 2. The king no longer had to wear seven layers of elaborate, jewel-encrusted clothing. Or silly hats with feathers. Or pants that resembled pumpkins. Or tights. From now on, unless it was a special occasion, he was fine in just a simple shirt and trousers. 3. Dessert was to be served first. Blackberry pie, preferably. With whipped cream. 4. The king would no longer be taking part in any more dreary studies. His fine tutors had filled his head with enough history, politics and philosophy to last him two lifetimes, and as he was unlikely to get even half of one lifetime, there was no need for study. No more lessons, he decided. No more books. No more tutors' dirty looks. 5. The king was now going to reside in the top of the southeast turret, where he could sit in the window ledge and gaze out at the river for as long as he liked. 6. No one at court would be allowed to say the following words or phrases: affliction, illness, malady, sickness, disease, disorder, ailment, infirmity, convalescence, indisposition, malaise, plight, plague, poor health, failing health, what's going around, or your condition. Most of all, no one was allowed to say the word dying. And finally (and perhaps most importantly, for the sake of our story) 7. Dogs would now be allowed inside the palace. More specifically, his dog.

Thank you for picking up a copy of my book. I spent many hours putting this book together, so I hope that you will enjoy reading it. As a Minecraft player, it brings me great joy to be able to share my stories with you. The game is fun and entertaining, and surprisingly, writing about it can be almost just as fun. Once you are done reading this book, if you enjoyed it, please take a moment to leave a review. It will help other people discover this book. If after reading it, you realize that you hate it with such passion, please feel free to leave me a review anyway. I enjoy reading what people think about my books and writing style. I hope that many people will like this book and encourage me to keep writing. Thanks in advance. Special thanks to readers of my previous books. Thank you for taking the time to leave a review. I appreciate it so much; your support means so much to me. I will continue to keep writing and will try to provide the highest quality of unofficial Minecraft books. Thank you for your support. If anyone needs to reach me, you can email me at steve.the.noob.diaries@gmail.com 1/6/2019 10:48 p.m. ​Hey, everyone! I don’t even know how to begin, so I’ll just write whatever that’s on my mind. First of all, I’m really sorry for the super-duper long delay of book 39. I started the outline for it and everything over two months ago and was ready to work on it. But then out of nowhere, I felt burnt out. I didn’t even know what burnt out meant until I told my friends how I was feeling, and they told me that I was burnt out. Basically, it’s a sucky feeling that’s like a combination of writer’s block and depression. At the time, I didn’t want

Bob came back just in time to see us getting ready to leave. “O-oh, h-hey, I’m back from the restroom. D-did you find a volunteer already? Oh, okay, darn, I-I’m too late...Good luck out there…” said Bob nervously. “Oh, Bob…” I replied. Cindy and I exited the mayor’s house and headed towards the nearby trench. From there we dug tunnels towards the giant cube. “Hey, Cindy!” I yelled through the dirt wall tunnel. “Yeah?” she answered. “If you need anything just yell, ‘kay? I’m only a few feet away.” She laughed. “Oh, you’re worried about me, Steve?” “Of course! I care about you.” “Y-you do…?” I blushed. “A-ahem…I meant I care about your well-being.” “A-ah…right,” she said shyly. We proceeded to dig and placed the items until nearly sunrise with no incident. Then suddenly I heard a sharp scream coming through the dirt. AHHHHH!!!! I smashed through the dirt wall to find Cindy cornered by a brain-hungry zombie. “No worries, Cindy! I got you.” I pulled out my stone sword and drove it into the zombie. Raggggghhhhhh! I whacked it a few more times until it dropped some rotten flesh. “Whew! Thanks for saving me, Steve. I’ve never seen a zombie so up close before. They are actually quite stinky.” I laughed. “No problem. I’m here for you, Cindy.” She smiled. “The sun will be up soon, we should probably head back,” I said. She nodded. I stayed in her tunnel and led the way back. On the way back, we encountered a baby zombie. That thing was lightning quick. The tunnel was narrow, so I couldn’t really maneuver anywhere. No circle strafing technique for me. Suddenly, I heard Cindy scream from behind me. I turned around to see another zombie behind her. It must have fallen through the holes we made topside. Oh, no! We’re trapped with nowhere to go! This isn’t good, I thought to myself.

them.” “Okay, Arceus and Calvin,” I said. “Yes?” they answered. “I need you guys to get horses and track down Team Scorpion. Once you have their location, we will assemble a team and attack their hideout.” Arceus nodded. “It sounds like a good plan.” “But what if they just keep running and they never stop?” asked Calvin. “They have to stop sometime,” said Shadow. “Plus, they have to stash their loot somewhere.” Calvin nodded. “Okay, we’ll head to Thane’s stable. I’ll pick up Rose too, she can help us track them.” “Good idea,” I said. Before leaving, Arceus turned to Cindy and said, “Alas, our time reunited was so short, and now we must part again, my love.” “Uh, why are you calling me that? I’m not your love,” Cindy replied. “Oh, but you are, darling. I love you, so therefore, you are my love.” “You love me…?” Cindy had a shocked expression on her face. “Yes, of course. If not for you, I would have left this town a long time ago.” “Really?” "To be honest, I hate this town. There's always some troubling event going on here. But this is your hometown, and I know you love it so. Therefore, I will gladly fight to my dying breath to defend it if I must.” Cindy blushed. “Um… that’s… very sweet of you…” “Well, we should head out now. Until we meet again, my love.” Arceus hugged Cindy and then he left with Calvin to go to the stable. “What should we do in the meantime?” asked Devlin. “We’ll go home and check up on everyone. We gotta make sure they’re okay.” “And then?” “We’ll prepare for the assault on Team Scorpion’s hideout.” Knight-Captain Devlin nodded. We made our way back to town. When we arrived, we saw a bunch of villagers by town hall. They were drowning the mayor with questions. “Who were those jerks?!” a villager asked. “What did they want?!” asked another. “I thought this place was safe!” yelled a new villager. “How are you going to protect us from them?!” The questions went on and on. The mayor lost the crowd, he had no control over them whatsoever. They were becoming restless.

Try opening it.” He was doing that as she spoke, gently twisting the acorn in its cup without any success. It didn’t unscrew, so he tried harder, and then tried to pull it, but that didn’t work either. “Try twisting the other way,” said Asta. “That would just do it up tighter,” he said, but he tried, and it worked. The thread was the opposite way. “I never seen that before,” said Malcolm. “Strange.” So neatly and finely made were the threads that he had to turn it a dozen times before the two parts fell open. There was a piece of paper inside, folded up as small as it could go: that very thin kind of paper that Bibles were printed on. Malcolm and Asta looked at each other. “This is someone else’s secret,” he said. “We ought not to read it.” He opened it all the same, very carefully so as not to tear the delicate paper, but it wasn’t delicate at all: it was tough. “Anyone might have found it,” said Asta. “He’s lucky it was us.” “Luckyish,” said Malcolm. “Anyway, he’s lucky he hadn’t got it on him when he was arrested.” Written on the paper in black ink with a very fine pen were the words: We would like you to turn your attention next to another matter. You will be aware that the existence of a Rusakov field implies the existence of a related particle, but so far such a particle has eluded us. When we try measuring one way, our substance evades it and seems to prefer another, but when we try a different way, we have no more success. A suggestion from Tokojima, although rejected out of hand by most official bodies, seems to us to hold some promise, and we would like you to inquire through the alethiometer about any connection you can discover between the Rusakov field and the phenomenon unofficially called Dust. We do not have to remind you of the danger should this research attract the attention of the other side, but please be aware that they are themselves beginning a major program of inquiry into this subject. Tread carefully. “What does it mean?” said Asta. “Something to do with a field. Like a magnetic field, I s’pose. They sound like experimental theologians.” “What d’you think they mean by ‘the other side’?” “The CCD. Bound to be, since it was them chasing the man.

And you know what else they probably pray for every night?” I paused for a moment before saying, “Someone to save them. We could be that someone. We could end this plague. We could save the world. But I can’t do it alone. I’m gonna need your help, specifically the help of our tier 1s and tier 2s.” The crowd started murmuring to each other. “So, that’s what this speech is about—I’m asking for volunteers for this final mission. Now, I know what I’m asking, and I know it’s a lot. I’m basically asking you to risk your lives to help me fight the hardest battle ever. And I can’t guarantee your safety, nor can I guarantee our success… but still, we have to try. For the greater good, we have to try. Because we’ve come too far to give up now. That’s why we’re gonna give this one last mission our best effort. We’re gonna all come together and push hard through the finish line. And with our newly crafted dragon equipment and all the new class upgrades, I believe our chance of success is higher than ever before. So, with that in mind, what say you, my friends? Who’s with me? Who’s gonna help me put an end to the nightly plagues?” There was a brief moment of silence as my final words echoed through the night. But then Devlin spoke up. “I’m with you, Steve! Always.” “Me, too!” yelled Bob. “An epic fight between good and evil?! Can’t miss out on that!” shouted Arthur. “I got your back, bro!” yelled Obsidian Fist. Dozens of more tier 1s and 2s volunteered and made themselves heard. As I watched their hands shot up into the air, I smiled and let out a breath of relief. “Were you worried that there wouldn’t be enough volunteers?” the mayor whispered to me. “Yeah, kinda…” I whispered back. Then he smiled at me. “You’re their general, Steve. They’re not going to let you go off into battle alone… and neither would I.” He shook my hand. “Great speech, by the way. I’ll take it from here.” “Thank you, sir,” I said as I handed him the microphone. The mayor’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Alright, well said. Let’s give it up for General Steve!” Everyone clapped and cheered. “For those of you that volunteered, we’ll be heading out in a day or two. We still need to make preparations for the trip, and Cole still needs to fit the new armor to the golem suits, so all that is going to take some time. I’d suggest you use this time wisely—spend it with family, friends and loved ones. Eat with them, relax with them, be merry and carefree. Because when it is time to go, we’ll be in it to fight the battle of our lives.” The tier 1s and 2s in the crowd nodded.

them.” “Well, since we’re waiting on a fresh warlock, you have time then, right?” “I mean, yeah, I guess so, but—” “That’s alright, I won’t force you to go. I know you have a lot on your mind, but just consider it, okay?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” We cleaned up the field some more. After a while, I asked, “Hey, where’s Lukester and Cindy? I don’t see them anywhere.” “If they are not here, then they must be at the hospital helping the wounded,” said Adrian. “Okay, I think I’ll head over there, then.” “Sure, Steve. Adrian and I will continue cleaning up here,” said the mayor. Adrian turned to look at the mayor. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. “Alright, see you guys later.” I turned and walked away. Adrian and the mayor waved at me, then they continued picking up weapons. As I walked away, I suddenly remembered that I wanted to ask the mayor something about the mining operation. So, I busted a U-turn and walked toward the mayor. Adrian and the mayor were both busily working and had their backs facing me. “I don’t want him spiraling into depression over the Bob and horse thing, so make sure you keep him busy,” I overheard the mayor say. “Yes, sir,” replied Adrian. “There was a time when he fell into depression and he just lay in bed for days. I don’t want the same thing happening again.” Adrian nodded. “I’ll have plenty for him to do in the coming days, and with the party coming up, I plan to have all sorts of activities to distract him.” “Yes, sir.” “Good, please help me clean up for another five minutes, then go join Steve.” “As you wish.” They were clearly talking about me, and I didn’t want to interrupt them. So, I quietly spun 180 degrees and made my way to the hospital. As I walked, I thought, Wow… the mayor is really concerned about my state of mind. I had no idea… I reached the hospital and found a bunch of patient-filled beds outside. The place was completely packed, so packed that they had to treat patients outdoors. Cindy caught my eye as she frantically ran about from patient to patient. “Cindy!” I yelled. She gasped and turned around. “Steve, shhh…” she whispered. “Some of the patients are sleeping. “Oh, sorry…” She walked over to me. “How are you? Feeling good? Any injuries?” “Hm… now that you mentioned it, I’m surprised that I don’t have any injuries.”  Cindy beamed a huge smile. “I had a splash potion of regeneration in my personal chest at home. I used it on you while you slept.” “You did? No wonder.” “That was my last one. I was saving it for a special situation, and I guess saving a friend from pain is a pretty good reason to use it.” “Aw… thank you so much, Cindy.” “You’re welcome, Steve. So, are you here to help today?” “Help?” “Yeah, help with the wounded?” “Uh, um, sure. Yeah, I can help, but actually, I wanted to speak with you about something.” “Oh? What’s up?” “Well…” I explained to Cindy about what happened. “Oh, no… so she wouldn’t change Paul right away?” asked the potioneer. I shook my head. “I begged her, but she absolutely refused.” “Aw…” “So, I was wondering if you could give it a try?” “You want me to ask her to change Paul into a warlock?” “Yeah, could you do that for me? As a favor?” “Well, of course I’d be willing to, but what about Paul? Is he okay with this plan?” Cindy asked. “I think Paul will be way easier to convince once Wanda is on board.” Cindy nodded. “You’re right. Okay, my shift here doesn’t end for another few hours. I’ll head over to Wanda’s afterward.” “Yass!