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Summary: The second a series. Herobrine was defeated. All was well. Or so they thought. With a griefer in their midst, the players are all in danger. No one can be trusted. Death is hiding behind each corner. Will the hard-earned peace be destroyed forever? Or can they find the one answer they need to restore order: who is this griefing god? Sequel to "Respawn: Rise of Herobrine."
Here you go. Number two.
By the way, I have a PMC account: godofthunder. I actually named the account after the character, lol.
Respawn II: The Griefing God
Steve practically flew out of bed, his sword impaling itself in the far wall before falling to the floor. His breath came in pants, and not the kind that you wear. Ever since the Herobrine incident and the fall of the Citadel, he had been plagued by dreams of the evil glitch. His sword now lay under his pillow, and he had Lopez and plsdontkill set up countless redstone traps. Yet still he was haunted. Outside of his room, he could hear the marching of guards' feet, the pad of paws and the shuffle of the villagers. He stretched, donned his armor and walked to the door. Pressing the button, he waited for it to open, but instead, a fireball blasted him from the ceiling.
"Fire!" he shouted as he beat at the flames. He reached into a chest for his potions, but failed to notice the glow of redstone and was again blasted, this time flying back into a wall. He tried to stand, but accidently activated a tripwire, setting off a third and fatal fireball. His vision reddened and he knew he was dying. As he slipped away, he could hear the pounding of fists on the door.
When he respawned, he was not in his bedroom, but on a beach. He was partially thankful, but also confused. He walked up to the station that had been set up. It had been his idea to put up stations at common spawnpoints with guards for new players or those who had died without a bed. Two guards looked up in surprise as he neared them.
"Who goes there?" one of them asked.
"I am Steve," Steve replied simply. One dropped his sword in shock and the other stared in surprise.
"Is there any news about me?" Steve asked after a short silence.
"I'll check, sir," one of them stuttered. He scurried over to an Ender chest and removed a book. Ender chests were used for communication because they could be opened all over the world and have the identical items in them.
"It says…that you activated some trap and were killed…but your bed was destroyed?" he read in confusion.
"But how…" Steve pondered this. Could Herobrine be back? Were they in danger again? "I need to go."
"But sir, it says that you are to stay where you are until the troops can—"
"There's no time." He reached into a chest and grabbed an iron sword as well as a diamond chestplate.
"Tell them I respawned here and am on my way, and to send out patrols for Herobrine." Jumping in a mine cart, he sped off in the direction of the city.
The muted whispers and gossiping died down when Steve slammed open the doors. He stalked up to his chair and stabbed his sword into the floor before sitting. He looked to AvidCrafter and castleking.
"Reports?" he asked. Castleking cleared his throat.
"Seven players report to have being killed mysteriously. Another five claim that their homebeds were obstructed or destroyed. Twenty-five others have said to have been attacked and nearly killed by a mysterious attacker. Many houses were flooded or filled with lava and more were booby trapped or dissembled."
"Patrols report nothing out of the ordinary," AvidCrafter picked up. "Absolutely no sign of Herobrine, or large groups of mobs, hostile or passive. However, one patrol fell into a gravel pit and another was trapped in obsidian. All those in the gravel pit died and all our efforts to save the obsidian group have failed."
"Trust me, I know," BigBang piped up, before being elbowed into silence by plsdontkill, who was now the head redstonist.
"It can't be Endermen…" Steve muttered to himself. "They can't touch water. Nor do they know how to set redstone traps…"
"Those redstone traps were ingenious," plsdontkill put in. "I doubt I could've made them."
"So not a mob…most likely not Herobrine…I believe that we have a griefer." Steve said. The room exploded into chaos. Shouting, confusion and accusations were dominant.
"Hold it everybody!" Steve shouted. "Quiet!"
But they were too far gone. Swords were drawn. Words were said. Friendships were broken.
"Eva, Avid, Castle, plsdontkill and BigBang, try to keep order. I have a friend to consult on." The aforementioned players nodded, each drawing their enchant swords.
"Why is he in such a hurry to get out of here?" someone shouted.
"Because I'm going to do something, rather than sit in my leather pants and yell," Steve retorted. He pulled out a redstone torch and placed onto a seemingly random block. A hole opened in the floor and he fell through, silently thanking plsdontkill.
Steve emerged from the hole next to his trapped chest. Moving quickly, he grabbed an unbreaking sword, an infinity, flaming bow, some ender pearls and a few other necessary supplies. He moved to the door, but as he reached for the handle, angry voices echoed through the hallway. Great. Instead, he turned to the window and grabbed a stack of ladders, ready to climb down. But he was too late. An angry crowd of players burst down his temporary door, all armed and angry.
"Running away won't save you," one sneered. His name was bobthebuilder.
"I'm not saving my life," Steve replied calmly. "I'm saving yours." He tossed a splash potion of invisibility at the floor. Before bobthebuilder could wonder realize what Steve had done, he threw an ender pearl behind bob and his cronies. Then, he drew an enchanted stick (A/N: Yes you can enchant sticks) and knocked them back into his room before creeping outside of the castle. When it had been built, he never imagined that he would have to escape from his own men. He could sense the potion wearing off. As fast as thought, a small line of text appeared in his screen.
What the heck? he thought, before he was teleported away.
"I have been monitoring your city," Godhead told Steve.
"And…?"
"And nothing. It's a riot. People are accusing and attacking each other and in the mess, a griefer could be anywhere."
"Thanks for trying," Steve sighed, rubbing his head. "Would details help? The griefer used obsidian blocks. It's either someone with a diamond pickaxe or a thief."
"Perhaps," Godhead mused. "I'll look into that."
"Thanks," Steve said. "Do you have any weapons?"
"Yes, in that chest over there," Godhead said absentmindedly.
"Um…why do you have TNT in here?" Steve asked suspiciously.
"It's for a hobby," came the reply.
"What's the hobby?"
"Killing people with it, obviously," Godhead snorted. Before he could react, Steve was struck by Wither and fell to the ground.
"You!" he gasped as his health slowly depleted.
"Yes…" Godhead grinned. "I am the griefing god!"
Steve burst into the guard house at the common spawnpoint, or as a new sign said, Common Point. As he grabbed a sword, he heard the tell-tale hiss of TNT.
"Trapped chest!" he thought as he lunged for the door. The shockwave blasted him off his feet, but he was alive.
"Hey! You!" Two guards who had obviously not been at their posts ran up to him, drawing stone swords.
"Oh great," Steve muttered. Unarmed and up against two guards. Still, he wasn't the leader for no reason. As they rushed towards him, he grabbed some blocks from the rubble. He sidestepped the first guard and placed a block in front of him, causing him to stumble. The second slashed at him with a sword. Steve threw a torch at him before hitting him in the head with a stone block. He did the same with the one lying dazed on the ground.
"Sorry," he told them. He grabbed their weapons and set off at a sprint, running towards the mountains. He had a meeting.
"You're late," Minecraft4Eva said in greeting. AvidCrafter just handed Steve a list.
"We left castleking, BigBang and plsdontkill to keep order," he explained. "Godofthunder joined them too."
"How're they doing?" Steve asked.
"Last I heard? Everyone's against them. They're led by that scumbag, bobthebuilder," Eva snorted.
"Do we have any other allies?" Steve sighed.
"You know Lopez and ipwnuall would stick with us to the end, but Lopez's house has been surrounded by obsidian and ipwnuall's spawnpoint has been rigged. Every time he respawns, he is instantly killed," AvidCrafter said.
"We're all alone!" Minecraft4Eva moaned desolately.
"No, we're not," Steve said confidently. "You guys, go back to the city and help the others with crowd control."
"What will you do?' AvidCrafter inquired.
"I have to speak with the Administrator," Steve said grimly.
"Steve, you know that it's almost impossible to find to him, much less get him to talk to you!" Minecraft4Eva said.
"It's the only way we can stop Godhead," Steve said.
"Godhead? Why does he need to be stopped?"
"He's the griefer."
"Oh…no…" Minecraft4Eva gasped as she and AvidCrafter looked over the city. It was chaos. Some houses were blown up or torn down. Water and lava flowed through the streets. On buildings, roads and walls, players fought with swords, bows, anything they had. The villagers had fled. Dogs attacked anyone who came near. The peace that they had fought for was destroyed.
"It's not over," AvidCrafter said. "If we can keep the peace until Steve gets back, we can fix everything."
"That's the problem," Minecraft4Eva sighed. "The peace is already gone."
Steve lit a torch as he delved deeper into the dark cave. He knew that he had hardly any chance of finding the Administrator, but it was the only way. As he buried himself in his thoughts, he accidently bumped into someone.
"Excuse me," he muttered absently mindedly. SLAM! Steve was punched back and landed on his butt.
"What?" He looked up and came face to face with an enraged zombie.
"Eeesss!" the zombie screamed as Steve raised his torch. It swung blindly and caught Steve in the chest. He fell back again and fell through a hole into a cavern.
"That was close," Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Then the zombie followed him through the hole. It snarled and stalked towards him, swinging huge green fists. One caught Steve in the stomach, another in his face. Steve drew his sword and prepared to fight when he was shot in the back by a skeleton.
"Urk!" he gasped as the arrow buried itself between his shoulder blades. He collapsed to the ground and the zombie kicked him in the face. He could faintly hear the scuttle of a spider before the zombie began whaling on his face, striking him with heavy-handed blows. Steve was dying. He could feel his health gradually deplete. All of a sudden, the punches stopped. There was a clash of swords, tinkle of glass and everything went black.
"Ready?" AvidCrafter asked. Minecraft4Eva nodded. Together, they drew their swords and forced open the city gates. Right away, a crazed player charged them with a sword. In synchrony, they stabbed forward and impaled him in both shoulders, leaving symmetrical holes in his body before he fell dead. With the skill and fluidity only obtained by years of practice, they pushed through the streets, dropping any player in their way in a deadly dance. Each swung their swords with deadly grace, leaving a trail of corpses that slowly faded away. Before long, they reached the castle. A small mob (as in crowd, not animal) had gathered outside and was attacking the walls with pickaxes.
"Alright, here's the plan," AvidCrafter whispered. "We charge, bust some heads, break through and help the others defend the castle."
"What kind of plan is that?"
"You got a better one?"
"Yes!" Minecraft4Eva hissed. "Using potions of invisibility, we get the crowd to turn against each other and let them kill themselves!" All of a sudden, one of the players in the crowd turned to them.
"Hey! Over there!"
"On second thought," Minecraft4Eva gulped. "Your plan sounds pretty good."
When Steve came to, he was lying on a bed. His entire body felt battered and bruised. He hadn't died. Otherwise he would be at a different spawnpoint.
"Don't move," a voice said. "You are still healing."
"Who…are you?" he coughed.
"Velda. Beyond that, no one of consequence," croaked the disembodied voice. Steve rolled over and saw a hunched figure stirring a mixture in a cauldron.
"You're a…"
"Yes child," she said. "I am a witch."
"Get them!" a voice shouted. The entire horde charged at the two figures, carrying pickaxes, shovels and swords.
"Nice knowing ya," AvidCrafter said. Minecraft4Eva just nocked an arrow grimly. As the mob grew nearer, a figure appeared on the castle wall.
"Over here!" he shouted. He heaved a block of TNT and placed it so it was hanging over the edge.
"I got this," Minecraft4Eva whispered. She aimed a fire arrow straight at the TNT and let it fly. It struck the side of the wall. Just below the TNT.
"Well, we're on our own," AvidCrafter shrugged. He also drew a bow and aimed at a player's head. All of a sudden—HISSSSSSSSS…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The TNT ignited and fell to the ground before exploding. A good half of the group was taken out by the explosion, but now there was a gaping hole in the wall. BigBang blanched.
"Maybe I should've thought that through." He gulped. With a cry, the angry players charged into the castle. Big mistake. Unbeknownst to them, they had turned their backs on the bigger threat. AvidCrafter and Minecraft4Eva let loose a barrage of arrows, each flying with deadly accuracy. Within seconds, half the group was brought down by a cloud of arrows. At the hole in the wall, castleking, plsdontkill, BigBang and godofthunder charged into the enemy. Castleking swung his pickaxe between the legs of a player before cleaving the skull of another. Plsdontkill jabbed a sword into someone's guts before twirling and decapitating another. BigBang grinned as he threw splash potions of harm—the closest thing to a bomb that he could use in close combat. And godofthunder spun in a circle, setting ablaze anyone who got close. AvidCrafter and Minecraft4Eva joined in the fray gleefully. Minecraft4Eva grinned as she came face to face with bobthebuilder.
"Wait—" he pleaded. She stabbed him in the leg with an arrow before wrapping her bowstring around his throat.
"You're out of time," she growled before tightening the string. He barely gave up a fight. It seemed like they were winning, but slowly they were overwhelmed. The small group formed a tight circle around the gap in the wall.
"We're not gonna make it," castleking grunted as he swung his pickaxe.
"Need a hand?" came a voice from behind the crowd of enemies. Then crazygamer, glade8or and swordcraft leapt into the fray. Crazygamer drew his sword and gutted an enemy player. Swordcraft grinned madly as he cut through enemies like grass, using twin swords to deadly effect. Glade8or gave a bellow as he tackled another, grabbing his shoulders and brutally slamming him into the ground repeatedly. The tide began to turn, this time in the heroes' favor. And then, everything went wrong.
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