I opened my eyes. I was lying on my back on something that felt like grass and through a thick layer of oak leaves over my head I saw a light blue sky. I took my first deep breath in this realm and stood up. I was familiar with the oak trees around me and the uneven earth and dirt lying around me but never before had I walked this particular realm.

Life in this plane of existance was all about surviving and gathering the materials necessary to do it but until now I had lived in seclusion in a realm far away from this one. I had lived a good life and explored a lot of the realm that I once called mine own. It was an adventure of its own that could have gone on until the end of all days and so it would have if not for the solitude.

In search for companions I was led here to this forest of oaks in the middle of the unknown to me realm called "Battlecraft". Then I noticed the voices in the far, in this plane of existance you could not judge the distance or even direction from where the voices came from. I could not make out of what I heard, the context was unclear to me so I ignored the voices and called out to whoever was willing to listen. Hoping that somebody would answer me I shouted out a question.

The whole sequence of events that followed was as innocent as a maidens heart. I asked the wind if anybody was willing to open their doors to me and let me into their shelter for the night and the one who answered named himself God. A faint whisper in my ear said:

"Would you care to join the guild of the Godlike One" - it was a faint voice that seemed to belong to noone and in time I would name it 'the Voice of the Faction'. At that time however I was not accustomed to hearing it and even less talking to it. So I just whispered back:

"Yes".


A/N: This is an adaptation of the original work done by yours truly: Some R. Asshole. The intention was that it would be in a blog like format and its original aim was for the people that play minecraft as an educational piece on the topic 'how to run a faction'. It was published for the first time on the forum board of the late "World of Minecraft" comminity boards. That piece of literature was one of the things that earned me a spot on the "Herolands" staff team, a once great circle of talented artists that I had the great pleasure of working with.

I decided to change its style into something more of a general story that could possibly even get published someday or at least have a broader audience. I am using the old text as a guideline on what to write.

For now I am content with publishing this much but I will post the rest soon. If you dear reader have read thus far then please review and fav so that I know that someone out there is interested.

One last thing, I might be better known out there as Ninthsquad or Ninth.

May the great Notch watch over you, friend.

Ninth