I have been a maple player myself, but I quit. Until now, I decided to remember my favorite times in Maple and decided to make this fanfic. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1- Days of the Barlog

In the deep caves, there hidden a secret place...

"Beasts and ghouls, ghouls and beasts! I present to you, the king! Behold! The Crimson Barlog!" announced the cold eye.

A horde of monsters cheered as the Crimson Barlog walked slowly to his throne. When he sit down, he lowered his hand in the air. The monsters grew quiet.

"All monsters... dismiss!" announced the cold eye.

As they scattered everywhere, the Crimson Barlog spoked, "Ahem... what are today's news, servat?"

The cold eye turned to Barlog. "Well, milord... no one has found out our secret meeting."

"That's good," said Barlog.

"But, these filthy humans have killed like a billion soldiers of our grand army," said Cold Eye, nervously.

"... WHAT!" cried Barlog, angrily, "When did this happen?"

"Why, everyday, my lord," he replied.

Barlog made a fist and hit his hand. "Those... stupid humans... why can't they never leave us alone?"

"It seems that they must be killing us because they think... it's fun."

"FUN!" screamed Barlog, "I will kill them all!"

"How are you going to do that, milord?" questioned Cold Eye.

Barlog thought. "Hmm... I don't know... it will be a lot of hard work..."

"And especially if there are about a million humans torturing us..." Cold Eye added.

Barlog had an idea, "I know! We will build a monster truck!"

Cold Eye was confused. "Monster... truck?"

"I'll equip it with big wheels and nitro booster. And I'll drive it and... RAMPAGE! Muahahahaha!"

"I'm sorry my lord, but... that sounds stupid," confessed Cold Eye.

"Hmm... you're right."

Then, a Tauromacis came in the throne room. "I'm sorry if I came in between your conversation," he apologized.

"No, go ahead and explain your purpose here," said Barlog.

Tauromacis bowed. "Thank you, sire. I've come to bring news that our treaty with the snail tribe have been burnt."

Barlog grew mad, "WHAT! How dare they... what is it with those snails?"

Tauromacis explained, "It seems that they had enough sacrificing their men to die off from the noobs. They decided to break away the treaty and leave the humans alone."

Barlog doesn't know what to do. "Is there anyway to get them back?"

Tauromacis handed him a letter, saying, "This is a letter from the snail tribe general."

Barlog took out his glasses and read, "This is a letter to Crimsom Barlog saying we will break the treaty. If you are reading this, you know we are not allies anymore and we will be departing to another island called the 'Peace Land', the land where humans and monsters live freely. There is no way we will be joining back with you at Victoria. You will need to find another group to fill our position."

After he read the letter, he stand up. "Well, this sucks. Now I have no army at the noob lands! How am I going to get rid of new travellers?"

Cold Eye gave a suggestion. "Why don't you send one of your men to the noobs land?"

Barlog looked at him. "You know what? I hear a promotion!"

Cold Eye got excited. "Does this mean I get to depart by myself?"

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Tauromacis!"

Cold Eye looked down.

"Thank you, sire. But I haven't really done anything. I just spawned like 5 minutes ago."

"5 minutes old, eh? You are now... general of the noobs land invaders!" declared Barlog.

"Oh, this is an honor! What shall I bring to my camp?"

Barlog suggested, "Bring lots of mushrooms with you. A lot of mushrooms. Oh, and if you feel like it, maybe bring a wild cargo or two. I can never get to tame these animals."

Tauromacis left as Barlog sat down and Cold Eye looking up for news.

"Milord!" he said. Barlog replied, "What?"

Cold Eye answered, "I have some news for you..."

Barlog got angry. "Aw, now what could it be?"

"It seems that the stumps has a following... requests..."

Barlog wondered, "Now what else do these stumps want? We gave them axes! Now what?"

Cold Eye read the following, "Number one, they want another weapon stuck in them instead of an axe."

Barlog made a look. "What's wrong with axes being stuck on them? I think it looks great! What other weapons do they want? A blunt wand? Pssh..."

"Number two, they require smoother terrain for them. They say they walk too slow and wants to go on a snow landscape."

"Wha? They want to be in El Nath? These stumps are so stupid, I'm not the king of El Nath! Why don't they go ask Zakum or someone if they want to be in the snow?"

"Number three, they want a vacation."

"VACATION! You know I hate it when my men needs a vacation! I'm working full time, and I'm not complaining! Even you aren't!"

I wish I could, Cold Eye thought. "Number four, they want a stronger breed, robotic parts for better defense, spiky thorns for better attacks, and the revival of the Maple Tree..."

"Why do they need a Maple Tree?"

"It seems they added a note that the stumps used to be The Kings of Victoria," informed Cold Eye.

"Lies!" argued Barlog. "How could they possibly be in charge of Victoria when I'm around?"

"They won't give us any more information about the Maple Tree.," he said, "Do you think that Maple Tree could be the end of the world?"

Barlog was disappointed. "How could you possibly think that the Maple Tree would be the end of the world? This planet is freakin called Maple Stury!"

"Story, milord," corrected Cold Eye.

"Whatever!" Barlog was enraged, "Okay, I will give them wooden wands! In fact, wooden staffs stuck in their heads! Also, I'll reward them lots of steel plates for their 'robotic parts'! And we'll revive their stupid Maple Tree! Not only one, but we'll revive TWO Maple Trees! What else could they want?"

"Are you being sarcastic, milord?" wondered Cold Eye.

"No, I am not speaking in sarc-cuas-matistically-sism!" blabbered Barlog.

"I think you need a break," suggested Cold Eye.

Barlog layed down in his throne. "I think you're right. Too many stuff happened today. I'm gonna take a nap now."

"Yes, my lord. I will leave you alone now."

"And starting tomorrow, we will make plans for... my monster truck!"

As Cold Eye left the room, a Tauromacis came to him.

"How was your day?"

"You don't want to know," he complained.