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George has always been a man of simple pleasures, stealing, a little bit of griefing here and there- it’s self explanatory really, he Loves breaking rules. The sudden rush of energy that follows him whenever he’s facing punishment is just too good to pass up on.
Now he’s sitting on the roof tiles of an old abandoned base counting his misdemeanours in case they try and kick him out (again).
He’s got eight. Only two away from an automatic perma-ban. Bummer, at least they can’t do anything about him being there right now.
Until he gets a notification on his communicator.
‘New mail!; Dear GeorgeNotFound, I ho…’
‘New invite!’
Ok…? That’s… new…
Usually when George gets mail it’s from people who ether want him dead or just warnings from the server trying to kick him.
‘Open mail;’
;Dear player-member GeorgeNotFound, I hope this invitation finds you well, we have taken your admission request into consideration and it is now pending as you read on, results will be mailed out tomorrow morning about your admission status.
Thank you for choosing ‘Dream_S-M-P’
For your sever of choice and we hope to see you soon!
Sincerely, MineCorp.’
…
What??
George could have sworn that he didn’t put any ‘admission request’ in for any new servers- he was still in one? How could he be in two simultaneously!?
New message!; ass-nap; oops didnt think that would send that to your inbox… ignore that
George; what are you doing???
Ass-nap; well you need a new server
Ass-nap; plus I’m already in this one it’s chill
George; I don’t need one I’m alr in one
Ass-nap; not for long
Ass-nap; besides you need new friends
George; no what!??
Ass-nap; just join when they accept you
Ass-nap; their like teally understanding
Ass-nap; really*
George; I don’t need a new server I’m fine
Ass-nap; alr then don’t come idiot
Ass-nap; L
Ass-nap; bro is just scared of my aura
Ass-nap; it’s too strong
George exited his chat logs for a second.
Another icon symbolizing new mail popped into his inbox.
New mail!; ‘24 hour notice, please le…’
Yikes, George didn’t really want to open that one…
‘04 hour notice, please leave the area affective immediately.
Dear player, you have been kicked from this current server.
Reason of ban;
‘Being general nuisance to other members and administrators.’
You have 04 hours to swap servers and permanently leave this server.
From,‘undisclosed party’
Huh. Well that’s unfortunate, George only slept with one of their admins once.
She wasn’t even that good ether.
-/-/-/-
George was homeless. Well- server-less, which is admittedly worse.
The day goes by as he sleeps in the hub of high-pixel for the night.
A ping from his communicator wakes him up pretty fast.
[ERROR HAS UCCURED, MAIL HAS BEEN DELAYED.]
New mail; ‘Congratulations player-member GeorgeNotFound, you have been accepted into the Dream_S-M-P by an approved administrator! Your ticket will be acceptable for entry for ten hours after you receive this automated message. You have; 00:14 hours remaining
George watched as the timer ticked down.
0:13…
He paused. It must have been a spelling error in its code…
0:12…
…
Wait…
FUCK-
HE NEEDS TO GET THERE NOW.
George hadn’t even realized that the message could have delayed that long. Especially by like- ten hours!?
Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuckkk-
George scrambled to find the link to the server.
A second later he’d popped into existence.
Technically just found the link.
{[server]: congratulations server-member GeorgeNotFound, welcome to the server. An administrator will be notified of your entry and will come to be your a tour guide. They will present you with your new communication upgrades and a list of all rules and regulations.}
{Dream-; Welcome in GeorgeNotFound:)}
The chat then erupted in welcome messages from what George assumes are the members.
{Awesamdude- whispers to you; I’ll be right over, stay where you are.}
Alright, that’s… definitely not terrifying.
‘Awesamdude’ appeared seconds later.
“Hello GeorgeNotFound, welcome on.” Sam put his hand out for George to shake.
George shook it wearily. “Thanks… you can just call me George.”
“Thank goodness, i wasn’t sure.”
“wait, are you the one that verified my entry ticket?” George asked.
“Uhh- no, that was Dream I’m pretty sure. He does pretty much all of the main things like server management and debugging, along with verifying entry tickets.” Sam said blankly. “It’s actually quite a lot of work in my opinion, I think the kid should really try and lay off once in a while. But hey, he works hard and actually does things quite well.”
“Dream was the one that welcomed me in too wasn’t he? He sounds nice.” George said while trying to adjust his communicator. The damed device just wouldn’t connect with the server.
“Yeah, he’s good… -Hey your com’ looks busted, could i take a Quick Look?” Sam pointed over to the device.
“Sure, I’ve been screwing around with it for like a week now and it’s still not working properly. I think I might need a new one.” George said while taking the strap off of his arm and then handing it over to Sam to configure.
Sam opened the front screen with just his claws, then groaned from behind his mask. “Your last server admin’s didn’t do anything about this?”
“No, they hated my guts. I still don’t really know why.” George technically only half-lied.
Sam did something to the device, George was ever too short compared to him to see what he did. But it made a weird buzzing noise and then the screen turned the normal shade of light blue.
“You’re lucky that I came to get you, I’m the only admin here that’s has a degree in redstone engineering. Your communicator was slowly tuning into a different program every time it tried to connect, I just reset it and tightened the line to keep it in place.”
Sam handed back the device after closing the screen.
Along the way Sam must have realized that George was staring at his claws.
“…Every admin has claws like mine, they’re just for safety and security purposes but most of us use them for everyday things. I’m pretty sure Dream is the only one of us that can sheath them, bad I’m not so sure about though.”
George must have look really confused because Sam realized that he had no clue who ‘bad’ was.
“Right, bad- Badboyhalo, he’s the same administration rank as me, he’s around the same hight as me when he’s calm and he focuses on server checks and member check-ins. Usually it would be him to give server tours and all this, but he was busy when we got the ping that you came in.”
“How many admins are there?” George asked. For once he was actually curious about this stuff.
“Well, there’s four- well, technically five actually.
There’s me- I do most of the redstone and matenince,
then there’s bad, he does server checks and member check-ins,
Callahan, he does invis work with Dream when he’s needed but he mainly works on broken code.
Then foolish is kinda like an admin- I’m not really sure what he does exactly but he attends staff meetings and tells members about changes and what not.
then dream does decoding and general bug fixes along with rule enforcement and pretty much everything else.
So yeah, there’s five.”
“What’s invis work- like I know what invis means but how does he work with it?” George asked.
“He’s invisible to every member. Only admins can see him. It allows him to get work done without being bothered. Any admin can go invisible on command but Callahan likes not being seen most of the time.” Said sam.
“Here we are.” Sam stopped walking abruptly.
A square wooden building with intricate details was set in front of them. It had windows all around and water contained in a large glass tank that surrounded the edge of the roof.
George also realized that he was currently standing on a lake which was pretty neat.
The house was built in the centre of the lake, connected by wood pathways that led to the edges of the lake.
“This is the community house, we use it for events and meetings. If you ever need a place to stay this is where you’d go.”
Sam looked down at his administrative com’, a larger version of George’s member com’ that could be used for more complex tasks and commands.
“It’s getting a lot later than I thought, I’ll lead you to your temporary home and we can finish the tour tomorrow.” Sam said while turning away from the community house. George was still looking at the fish tank in the middle of the room.
—————-
George simply flopped down on his bed, he didn’t actually expect to get a place to stay before he eventually got kicked out again.
Somebody knocked on his door. Waking him up from his temporary sleep.
{[dream]: knock knock}
Dammit, it’s an admin he can’t ignore those and so back to bed…
Slowly, George got up and opened the wooden door, it creaked loud in his ear.
There stood a man almost as tall as Sam, yet a few inches shorter. He wore a round white mask with two dots and a line carved in to make a smile on it.
George couldn’t really tell if it was creepy or not.
“Hi, I’m Dream, I’m the attending administrator for this server, I hope I’m not too late to talk.”
…
George looked him up and down, he looked like a stuffed animal had fallen off the shelf and started walking.
He was ‘soft’ as George ment. Not fluffy or anything just like- if you squish him he might be soft or something.
“No- no your uh- your good.”
George was so tired right now it was insane.
The tall blonde headed man talked on about some- weird- honestly George wasn’t paying attention at all. He was staring at something else in his sights.
More specifically the slight dent in this admins pants.
He wasn’t hard or anything- he was probably just- bigger, Than he’d expected.
It’s kind of like when you stuff a sock in your trousers to make yourself look bigger. But this was different, it wasn’t misshaped like a sock-dick it was most certainly just kinda large, creating a slightly noticeable bump that would only be able to be seen by someone who was notoriously famous around servers for sleeping with people with titles…
“Hey, are you listening anymore? Sorry, people say I talk a lot and whenever I meet new people I- I really just can’t shut up- can I?” The admin- like sleep or something- said wearily.
Fuck, he definitely just blew his shot there. He can’t even remember what his name is let alone what he’s been saying for the past fifteen minutes.
“N- No!, no it’s- it’s fine really, I get it, you can talk, I kinda like hearing you yap on about stuff.” George didn’t mean to say that last part out loud but it seemed like smiles liked it, his ears flushing a pinkish colour.
“Good to uh-.. good to know…” smiley leaned back and forth on their heels for a second. His ears turning this shade of pink that George had to assume is how he blushed without a face.
“Right! Before I forget!” Maskie put his wrist beside George’s, holding them close together.
George’s communicator beeped an unfamiliar sound before showing a little holographic page no bigger than his palm.
Dream
ID- SO_001
With a little picture of smiles on the front.
“If you put your communicator beside another authorized communicator you can see the members stats and Identification number. It also adds their contact details into each other’s communicators as well.”
Huh, that’s actually pretty cool. He doesn’t think he has that on his old server, then again they didn’t ever show him anything.
Dream snapped back, realizing the time.
“Right, you’d better get to bed. It’s really late out.”
George nodded and they said their goodbyes, then George got back into his bed to play around with his communicator again.
«rules and guidelines»
1. No stealing.
George might do that one…
2. No griefing.
Maybe…
3. No going to the end.
Absolutely not. No way.
That’s it for rules.
Well if you count the rules for the admins…
63 lines of rules. Thats almost a full stack.
There’s a rule for everything.
But one stood out from the rest.
Rule 44: An administration officer may not touch members in a way that could be considered sexual in their species. This includes actions like having intercourse and kissing or simply touching parts ment for mating.
George is going to make an admin kiss him. Not just that, that’s too tame. He’s going to have sex with an admin.
On their terms.
Make them be the one to ask for it.