9:21 AM 4th Saplingus 194 FVE
Pierce was part player, and part elf. But he looked like a player, which was good because players were the dominating race in the Overworld. He did enjoy the privilege of blending in with a crowd. Although, the katana strapped to his back didn't help with hiding. Right now, Pierce was on his way too New Blockington to investigate the crazy weather they had been having. Now Pierce didn't care about seeing the weather exactly, he cared about the distraction it caused.
Pierce wasn't sure what exactly this weather was, but he had heard that it was quite dangerous for the people of New Blockington. Danger, was Pierce's style. It would allow him too stroll right into the the New Blockington prison, bank, or whatever place someone would hire him to break into. Pierce wasn't in it for the loot, at least not straight out of the chest. But other people would be, and those people would pay him for stealing whatever they wanted stolen.
As Pierce approached the city, he saw a dark storm cloud looming ominously overhead. Perfect, he was just in time. Pierce walked down the large main street leading into New Blockington, and saw citizens looking at him. They didn't look like they were staring at a tourist. Pierce saw people running all about the streets trying too find cover, indoors, in manholes, even under... "No, it couldn't be." said Pierce. "Is that an obsidian umbrella?"
"Quick!" shouted a man running up to Pierce. "Get inside, now!" Pierce looked at the man, and said "Pff, its just rain, whats the worst that could happen, I get wet?" Pierce laughed a long laugh. Thunder cracked across the black storm cloud, and an explosion could be heard in the sky, but still no rain fell. "You fool!" shouted the man, "Your going too die if you stay out here!" Now Pierce was getting very confused, and a little bit angry. The man shouting at him didn't look crazy, but Pierce was one hundred percent sure that rain wasn't going too kill him.
Just then another explosion of thunder pierced the quiet street. The man ran inside a nearby shop, screaming. Pierce looked around at the terrified people. No one was left in the street. Everyone had taken cover, accept for Pierce. Suddenly, thunder began happening more violently, a nonstop stream of explosions nearly shattered Pierces ears, and he realized the thunder was coming from the rooftops. Pierce looked up at the skyscrapers above, and realized that their roofs were exploding. Pierce looked up at the sky one last time, and saw tiny red dots falling down. As the drops got closer Pierce realized they were much bigger than he had thought. "Oh..." Pierce said, just as the first block of TNT hit the ground.
Pierce ran for cover, dodging the explosions that knocked him across the street. He ducked inside a building, and saw other people hiding inside it too. "What in the Nether was that!?" Pierce demanded. The crowd inside the building stood there, awkwardly staring at him. "Well?" Pierce said again. "Pff, tourists." muttered one. Finally a woman stepped forward. "That," she said, "was what we've been experiencing for three months." Pierce looked at her, "So... how... but..." was all pierce could manage.
"It started in Swampus," said the woman. "It was a shock at first, a few people even... died, but then we began lacing the streets, and roofs with obsidian dust. It kept off the worst of the damage." "Is that even possible?" asked Pierce. "Which part?" said the woman. "All of it!" Pierce had seen his share of impossible things, but this was going a little bit far. Was it even possible for TNT to naturally form in a cloud, and if so how did it reform. None of it made any sense too Pierce, and he was surprised by how calm everyone else was.
In a few minutes the TNT rain stopped, and people began going outside again. Apparently all of that obsidian dust had done the trick, the streets looked basically unharmed, accept for a few new cracks. Pierce decided that maybe trying too complete one of his missions in this weather was a bad idea. Instead, he decided too go to the town hall, too ask about this bizarre weather.
The town hall was a tall building, with a large sign on the front that proclaim: New Blockington town hall. Underneath this it read: Please do not ask about the weather.
Pierce rolled his eyes, and muttered "Of course" But just then another explosion shot through the sky. This time pierce didn't wait, he darted inside the building as fast as he could. Dodging past other civilians fleeing the deadly rain, Pierce ran through the front door too take cover.
Inside, was a big square room, with other people hiding from the TNT. Soon the bombs began too hit the street, and explode. Other people were running inside the building, one of them, was a farlander, the race of creatures that dominated the End, and surrounding dimensions. Most farlanders were hated, for causing the Enderman revolt, that had once swept the overworld, but Pierce didn't feel this way.
The farlander ran up too Pierce and demanded, "Why, is it raining TNT!?" Pierce answered him calmly. "Its been going on for a few months apparently, most citizens don't mind it, for some reason." "So you're a tourist here too?" said the farlander.
"Well..." said Pierce "Err... yeah."
