The first thing the red fists did was determine a leader. When they had all agreed on the man with the horse mask as chief in command, h stepped forwards, and began issuing orders. He divided the crowd into two squads, squad A and squad B. I ended up in squad A. before long, the elected leader of our squad, the one with the pig skin, who called himself general Pig, took control of the squad. He divided the squad into four mini-squads, each with its own commander. When asked why, he said he had read about it in a book somewhere. The next order of business: taking inventory. The chief-chief horse-head-would be informed of all the items and land at their disposal. Luckily, squad A was chosen to go and do a quick border sweep. When they got out there, general Pig had each squad take a direction, and patrol the border along it. We got the south border, by the blue dragons. Marking up a map as we went, we got a pretty good idea of the south border. After doing that, we went back to the meeting point, to find that the mini squad that had taken the east border had already returned. The commander in charge of our mini squad and the one in charge of the other one exchanged maps, marking the borders so they had identical maps. As the other mini squads returned, they all did the same, until general Pig held four identical maps in his hands. Having marched the squad back into the castle, General Pig received orders for tomorrow. While Squad A was sleeping, squad B would patrol and guard the territory. The squads would switch every day, until we attacked or were attacked. Then we were told to find places to sleep.

Before long, I found myself and the top of a watchtower, with a single torch, and a fantastic view of the sunset over the mountains that held this valley between them. I saw a waterfall in the distance, and a lake, inside of which floated a ship. I knew this was where the dead players went when they died. Their bodies would wait there while their ghosts wandered and watched us. Looking around the small area, I saw a trapdoor in the canopy thing above me. Grinning, I pushed it open and crawled inside. There wasn't much hidden there. There was an ancient looking cot, a chest, and a crafting table. Investigating the chest, I found an iron sword with extra damage points, and a bow with the infinity enchantment. Picking up the book at the bottom of the chest, labeled 'Renaldo's journal' with the word diary scratched out underneath it. Opening it, I saw that Renaldo wrote in a weird looking language that I couldn't understand, so I left it there, and fell onto his bed to sleep. Of course, it broke apart, and fell down under me. Sighing, I fell asleep on it anyways. I no longer cared. I was so tired. The next morning, I was on patrol, along the south border again, since my mini squad 'knows that area best', as General Pig said. I handed over Renaldo's sword to someone who could put it to proper use, and experimented with Renaldo's bow the whole day.

Spotting a pig in the distance, I pulled out my bow, summoning a wispy arrow out of thin air, solidifying in my hand as I took aim. The arrow flew true, and hit the pig square between the eyes. With a ridiculous grin plastered on my face, I walked over and picked up the bacon its de-spawning corpse had left behind. Walking back, I bragged a bit about how good a shot I was. Then we got back to meandering through the territory. A long, uneventful day later, I found myself back in Renaldo's room, crafting a furnace, to cook my bacon/pork. When it was on and cooking, I fell asleep on Renaldo's broken bed. The next morning, we got our first real orders. Chief horse-head gathered everyone to him, and announced dramatically that we were going to attack the suns tomorrow.


I told you I was planning on posting this story repeatedly through the night, right?

Well, if I didn't, here's your reminder: I plan on posting chapters as i write them. which means a much shorter waiting period, and likely more grammar mistakes than usual. so yeah. chapter two, everyone!

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