I am Steve. For 20 years, I worked in a small house on the countryside, living with my family,
and farming my food. Then, half of the server teamed up and used a command block to
severely damage the other half. A War had broken out.. But I was still home.

"Honey, I've got the wheat!" I told my wife, Audrey. "Great! We've almost run out of bread."
She said. Then, She proceeded to work her magic on a crafting table and make some fresh
bread. I always wanted to know how to craft food, but it was just too hard. We gave a third of
the bread to our only son, John. We shared the remains between ourselves. "Dad, I've been
told at school that there is a war going on. Is this true?" Asked John. "Yes, unfortunately.
Half of the server thought they were superior to us, so they've started a war to try and take
over." I said. "But don't you worry. They're not getting to us anytime soon." John looked
out the window. "Dad, who are fighting these people?" He said. "Don't ask those questions."
I said, in a very serious tone. "But why?" He insisted. "You're too young to understand. Go
to your room." I said. "But-" "NOW." I exclaimed. After he went to his room, Audrey said
"You know, maybe if John is old enough to question the war, maybe he's old enough to know
all about it?". "Of course not. Even if he was, I wouldn't want my son worrying about the
possibility of him getting sent out to fight them." I explained. What I didn't know was that
John was listening through the door.

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