G.O.L.E.M. A Minecraft Force protecting Minecraft and its players.

Inspired by Lemony Snicket, creator of Series of Unfortunate Events.

I aimed my bow straight at the criminal's eye. I slowly stood up from my nauseous and overwhelming state. We fixed our eyes at each other. I had never felt so… afraid. There the criminal was, outside his cell with a bow pointing at me. None of us dared to fire our bow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my teammates lying injured on the ground. My emotions sank like an anchor in a sea of guilt. That was also when I saw my friend, my buddy, my brother. He stared at me with confidence, even though a scar ran across his eye. He nodded his head. As if by magic, I knew just what to do. Looking back at the villain, I bravely let the string out of my grasp. The arrow flew swiftly in the air, straight to the eye of the man.

"Nice shot," complimented Ken.

I was sitting down next to Ken. He's the guy who nodded his head on the previous mission, "Operation Terrorist Takedown". We had to eliminate every terrorist in America. I soon tried to remember that disastrous accident.

~Flashback~

"There goes the bell!" Ken alarmed as the shrill bell rang across the whole headquarters.

Ken and I scrambled out with our uniforms, struggling to fit into the tight shirt and tights. As I hurried through the halls of the HQ with Ken, I began to wonder, what will our first mission be like?

As we sprang into the meeting room, we realized that we weren't the first visitors. It was packed like a tin of sardines. It was real hard to look for empty spaces to sit in. After God-knows-how-long, we managed to find an empty corner where we can sit down.

"Fellow soldiers, today will be your first mission. Be warned, this is not a simulation. Remember, leave no man behind. We shall take down these enemies together," Commander Sylvian briefed.

"Hurrah!" we cheered, announcing our best wishes for victory.

We then stood up and marched towards the weapon take-off station.

"Damn it. First army mission. It should be horrendous. Take care of me, ok guys?" Jerry squeaked in my ear.

"Hey, in real missions, there's no free defense. Better take care of yourself," Dan replied, sounding as brave as a wolf.

"Weapon take-off!" Sylvian announced.

"Weapon take-off!" we echoed as we grabbed our bows and swords in the armory.

As I grabbed my bow and sword, I realized, I'm in a war. There's no turning back now.

I grabbed some stack of arrows from the chest. We then marched into the APC, which stands for Armored Personnel Carrier. After buckling belts, we bent down and began chatting from nineteen to a dozen.

"Amazing, our first mission for MAF," Thomas wondered out loud.

"MAF!" Phil announced, waiting for our usual reply.

"Minecraft American Force!" we cheered.

As we neared our destination, our chat seem to grow softer. If you ever gone to war, you would feel a butterfly in your stomach. It's not real butterflies, it's just the feeling of nervousness. My butterfly may be the biggest one yet. Why? I have no appropriate evidence.

Closing my eyes, I wondered if I would lose my life. Will my first mission be my last?

Suddenly, the whole APC shook. My eyes bolted open. Around me were frightened soldiers wondering where the rumble came from.

"Gary!" someone blasted out.

All our gazes turned to Gary, who was pale and choking. I struggled out of my seat belt and stumbled onto Gary. As I was releasing his strap and swerving from right to left, I never thought that we would have a man down so early.

Right then, the APC shook harder. The door flew open. Since Gary and I were not seated, we flew out. We landed on the soft gravel with broken stones by our sides. I opened my eyes and realized that a TNT block fell onto the APC. It then caught fire.

"TNT!" I screamed as loud as my lungs could take.

Gary and I ducked as the TNT exploded. Glancing up, we realized that the APC was destroyed. We were all alone.