A chicken sat in a tree. This was rather odd, because in my experience chickens never flew. They just fluttered and looked at you in ways that made you feel like you were being drilled through. The chicken in the tree squawked. A person in a black hoodie with cargo pants and a bandana around his arm stepped out, killed the chicken, and walked on through the pine forest. You may have guessed already that this is me. The reason I wore a hoodie is that I was on the run at the time. Remember, Minecraftia is only a small planet in a universe of others. But yet, we are picked out to be attacked by the most wealthy planet systems in the universe. Currently, I was running from a team of soldiers from Vortex Security, an army from the nearby planet of Robloxia. They all wore yellow or another bright color, which made them easier to see. Plus, I knew the terrain well, well enough not to get shot at easily. But they were, if I may admit to saying so, very good shots. I was hit in the leg once and was knocked out and dragged to their camp. Ending up to be alive after all, I killed the guards and set off on my own, on the run again.
I'm not a Minecraftian. I am a Robloxian, but I had been in Minecraftia since I was very, very little. I knew many Minecraftians. Some I was even friends with. Then Vortex Security came. They started to mine for the valuable Netherrack, End Stone and Soul Sand inside the planet, materials exclusive to Minecraftia. The Creepers and zombies had given them some trouble for a while, but, then again, they were Vortex Security, and they always had another trick up their sleeves. They had attacked the city that I lived in at the time, Obsidian Falls, and stole our only superweapon: the Biome Buster. This they used to wipe out most of the mob spawners on this side of the planet's surface. We were safe from mobs, but Vortex wasn't done with stealing our technology. They had stolen, before I lost track, all of our Redstone storage containers, all our crafting tables, and all our TNT. They used this newfound weaponry to launch a ground war against the creator, Notch. The battle had gone on for several weeks before I finally started fighting myself. Late in the dead of night, when the Vortex Security leaders were asleep, I stole into their tents and slit their throats with my iron sword. Then I fled.
My name is Overseer 2, and this is my story.