Author's Note: Wassup, people!? I am returning to Realm of the Mad God, so please join me in my endeavours and adventures! I am Forked (RotMG name, I had writer's block. I pronounce it Fork Ed.) the Duuuuuuuuudeeeee, I got the dude-osity like nobody else.

A flash of white, a bang, and then a ravaged battlefield appears before your very eyes. That happened just now with our two heroes, Caleb and Jordan (Of the Great Falls).

Let's hope they're ready...

"Damn, brother... What the hell... Where... Where are we? This doesn't look like Forge World." Caleb said.

"Not at all. And why is the sky green?"

"Ummm... I dunno. Maybe..."

Caleb's sentence was cut short by a zombie running towards them. He tried to grab his shotgun, but then realized he didn't have it. Or his pistol. Or anything. Just his awesome fists and his bro-tato.

He used his fist to punch the zombie, sending it flying into a rock. It hit the rock, causing the natural formation to split down the middle.

"Nice punch, man."

"Thanks."

They continued along the coast, shattering numerous zombies as they went along. They continued for several hours before reaching something interesting... A large steel pyramid with orange energy lines. An entrance was set in the front and the pyramid seemed pitch-black through the door.

"Let's go in." Caleb said. He was a risk-taker of sorts. This often got him killed in other games.

"No way, bro. We can't risk dying."

"True, true... Then can we blow it up?"

"We can try..."

They grabbed for grenades, then remembered that they had none. Except they did. But these grenades were... Different. They were black, orange, and cubic with pyramidal shapes sticking out of the corners. Caleb threw it at the pyramid, and it didn't explode. Instead, it sent out an orange energy field for a few seconds, then detonated with a massively pressurized boom. And a chunk of the ground was gone, but the pyramid was unaffected.

"Wow... That's sick!" Caleb said excitedly.

"But it didn't destroy the pyramid."

"That's true... We should avert this place. Who knows, it might be the home of Hellhounds or Creepers."

"Let's hope not."

They walked away, looking in every direction for some sign of direction or safety. They found none... Until they saw the monolithic UNSC Firebase appear in front of them. There were marines, vehicles, and turrets. The sign above the doorway said: ZOMBIE RESISTANCE

They entered the base, and were greeted by two marines with their guns raised. One asked, "Who are you?"

"SPARTANs Caleb-004 and Jordan-005." Caleb replied.

"Weapons?"

"None, soldier. We lost 'em."

"Alright. We have weapons and ammo. Follow us."

They followed the two marines, ready to take 'em out at any moment. They wound up in a locker room with racks of DMRs, ARs, and every other UNSC weapon out there.

"Let's gear up, buddy."

Author's Note: I know, I know, short chapter. I'm tired and my brain is fucking off. I'll try harder next weekend! I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee, I got the dude-osity like nobody else.