Prologue: Corkscrew Sundown
They say the kingdom of Snapcraft used to be peaceful. They say that the sun gleamed down onto the glistening lake bordering the west end of the castle, who's waters were pure and clean. They say that harvest was plentiful in the summer, and the people always had enough to eat. There was hardly any crime, every player did their part, and everyone was happy.
I call bullshit.
It's been millennia- well, it seems like it- since Snapcraft has been free from the zombies. Some think it was a curse that brought the undead upon them after peace since its creation. Others say it was a plague that swept the server, killing thousands upon thousands over a period of time. Whatever it was, it meant the knights of the kingdom always had strain on them, and for every fighter they lost, the opponent gained another. Plans failed, and they lost more players than they ever had against any other enemy ever.
Until one of the kingdom's esteemed strategists, an admin under the screenname iFelixxxx, came up with a plan he called ZombieV. It was a strategy that started with the shot of a cannon, and ended with the bringing of the walls around the kingdom's barriers. If you ask me, the genius (sarcasm, hint hint) idea of putting up the walls was either super overprotective or a blatant Shingeki no Kyojin reference.
In either case, I've decided to join the ranks of the warriors in the castle. I've been training myself ever since I could pick up a weapon. I've signed up already- the first day of training starts on my 14th birthday. Of all days.
This is my story on the defense of Snapcraft.