Snow City was just pulling up beside out viewing ports when the broadcast came over the airwaves.
"Vortex Troop and Supply Train Number 146-A, you are ordered to do a cargo and passenger check! This is Leader Queeba speaking!" I picked up the hand comlink system on the dashboard and shouted back, "Bite my Nether, Griefer!" There was a long pause.
"I see we have an imposter," Queeba said, amused. Then the radio cut to static. Everyone in the control room held their breaths. A siren was heard, and then the TNT came raining from cannons on the far trackside. The cab at the very back was hit by a TNT blast and shook away from the rest of the body. Then the cab right behind the control room was hit. We felt the shockwave and scrambled for an emergency exit. The buildings of Snow City were becoming extremely evident now. I rushed for my laser cutter, made a glowing, molten hole in the glass window up front, and scrambled out. Destroying the track curve in front of the train, I hurriedly placed more, straight tracks, until we were far off the beaten path. The cannons couldn't function, without a quarry, so they hung lifeless at the sides of the track we'd just skipped. I suddenly ran out of tracks, and we crashed into the side of a large, bedrock building. Of course, there was absolutely no damage to the building (lucky buggers), but the train car smoothed itself out against the wall like a banana. When the dust had cleared, all there was to be seen from our vantage point, running through the glass windows and across the snow-covered ground, was a brand new tiling addition to the outside of this otherwise drab and dull building. Fleshjigherta sighed in relief.
"Aye, that were bloody close, that were," he noted.
"Come on, the Yogscast HQ is nearby," I shouted. "I can see it right now!" We set off at a mad dash toward the distant building. We had no sooner gone than a wave of Vortex Security troops came at a run out of an alleyway, and soon came beside us. All ten of them raised their laser rifles. Fleshjigherta fired wildly into the crowd. Several fell; the rest moved to our front and started picking off the head runners. I wasn't killed, but injured. A laser seared my left arm, and I dropped the gun I was holding. I compensated for the pain by leaping up, landing on a Vortex troop, and scything his head off. "KEEP COMING!," I screamed. now, with only six members against at least two dozen of our group, the troops ran for their lives. We didn't stop to check whether they were running from us or something else; we just ran for our lives. The Yogscast building was straight ahead. White-hot exhaustion crept up on me. As we reached the glass doors, I took the only epic route I could: I kicked the door inward and charged with my sword in hand. The troops inside scattered. I killed a few, and the troops that were huddled over in one corner soon died, as well. Someone threw what could be generally described as a Molotov Cocktail into the doors behind us, and we were blocked in by fire. Good. now nobody could come in and kill us from there.
The lobby of the Yogscast building was lavishly decorated. Glowstone bulbs covered the ceiling. Some were cracked and leaking glowing sand from the laser battle. The rest were functioning perfectly. I motioned for two of the more accurate Robloxians to aim and shoot at the remaining lamps. Soon the lobby was cast into darkness. The only light was from a torch that Fleshjigherta had in his hand.
"Follow me," he hissed. "I think I see tha elevator." We crept silently through the inky blackness, towards a set of piston doors. When the redstone switch operated, we squeezed into the elevator, all twenty-something of us. The jerky motion of a piston elevator started, and we all tensed. The lighted glowstone panels on the doorside wall counted up one by one. I marveled at Yogscast's ability to create things like this.
The piston doors opened onto Honeydew's office. The man himself was sitting, tensely, in his swivel chair. He gave an audible yelp when he saw us, then spat in fury.
"ESGRGSDJDGJSGASDG," he screamed and leaped onto the nearest Robloxian. "ERGASDSFHSDHSFGSDFGSD!" Ketsuban backed up a few paces and raised his laser. The crazed Honeydew whirled and pinned Ketsuban in a chokehold. "SAGRAGAGAGAFSFGDHSFGHDS!," Honeydew screeched into Ketsuban's face. Ketsuban hit him with a fist and the dwarf sprawled, only to get up again with malice and insanity in his eye. "ERGAST!," he sprayed, then backpaced and leaped out of the huge window behind him. But already more crazed Minecraftians were pouring out of the lifts on all sides. They spat and screamed and held their hands out in a mad dash to the Robloxians, and me.
"Hurry," a voice yelled from the lift we came through, and Xephos, the bearded leader of Yogscast, stepped out with a bow and arrows. Several Crazed fell with the arrows protruding from their skulls. "I know why you're here, Overseer, and I think I can help. But first we need to get out of this mess." We all acted as a single organism, killing from all sides while moving in a mass to the lift that had so far not had any Crazed in it. The lift was almost near us when a Crazed grabbed Fleshjigherta by the throat. We all watched in horror as Fleshjigherta's spine and head came out with a wet squelch. The Crazed felled a few more with swings of the dead man's vertebra. The lift doors were almost closed. With our last ounces of strength we made it through, slammed the doors, and pressed the button for the roof. This was going to be a very long ride.
