"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you're the newbie, aren't you. Here in Kormania, they treat us like bullshit. We don't want any of this any more. Nuh uh. We're going to start a new village base somewhere out there in the wild. We don't want anything from the government here. We're going to remove our tracking tags, and go out there."

"First of all, count me in, I can help with base designing, and I'm not one to listen to the rules. Secondly, what the **** is a tracking tag?"

"Look in your bag, mate."

I looked inside my bag, and I saw a blinking blue light. It was soft and looked important.

"Alright, I see what you mean. When do we go?"

"Tonight. We just need materials. As we speak, our helpers are raiding the town hall for materials."

Charlie came running into the bar, with a heavy looking bag on his back.

"Luke, there's a bloody load of people taking the shit out of each other outside!"

I looked at who I assumed was the Rebel leader, and said, "Fuck."

We ran outside, and the Rebel Leader guy was hit by an arrow running outside. As he was dying, he whispered to me, "Take them about 12 miles north, you'll be near the spawn. Make an underground base with everything you'll need to survive. Take in new people, expand, and eventually take over completely here. I'll see you in the Nether, mate."

I was sort of sad of seeing the guy die. I realized my choices were either stay here and suck up to the government, or go out there and form a base.