Skizzleman finished his tale of how he'd protected King Ren from an attack on Dogwarts by Low-Life Scar and his minion Grian.
"So what did they end up doing?"
"We have no idea," Ren said while glancing around Dogwarts warily. "There was so much chaos, that anything could have happened."
"Impulse said he killed his bee." Skizz said, referring to the Bee Balloon Scar had been toting around all day.
"He killed his own bee!" Ren agreed.
Skizz gasped in horror. "There's nothing about Scar to be trusted!
Just then, they heard Solidarity from outside the wall: "…Because I've just died and I don't want that to be like, booby trapped or something…"
"Dude?" The king said.
"Oh! What's that? What is that?" Solidarity's voice was filled with panic.
"I don't know," Martyn, the king's right-hand man, said. "But something's about to kick off!"
"What's going on?" Skizz called.
"Wait a minute, Skizz," Ren said, "What's going on? There's something happening outside the safety walls of Dogwarts!"
The pair dashed outside, where Martyn and Solidarity were inspecting a hole in the ground right outside the gate.
"What's happening here, people?" Ren asked again.
"It's a scuffed TNT trap," Martyn answered.
Scott and BigB approached.
"Don't let it go off the rail," he warned.
"Ha!" Solidarity exulted, "They failed! Look at them up there!" He pointed to the nearby mountain, where Grian and Scar stood staring at the goings on down below. "Look at the losers!"
Martyn was trying to disarm the bomb. He jumped in the hole and got closer to it.
"Oh no, wait!" Scott said, "It'll blow up if it gets touched, be careful!"
Everyone crowded around the hole to get a better look.
"If it falls it can blow up."
BigB spoke up. "They just told me to break something over here…"
"They were trying to get you killed," Scott cried.
"BigB, how could ya?" Ren said.
BigB stared up at the mountain watchers and gasped. "I wasn't gonna do it," he insisted.
"We're neighbors, man!"
Scott and Martyn fired a couple arrows at the mountain, not really expecting them to make their mark. It was more as a warning to the low-lifes not to come down and try anything else.
Solidarity stared at the unexploded TNT. "S-someone has to hit that off so it's not just there…"
"We may need to shoot it," Scott said.
"Yeah," Martyn said. "Everybody back up." He went into Dogwarts to get supplies for the disarming.
"Dude they're taking—…BigB!" Solidarity cried frantically, "They're taking your cookie!"
BigB had built a large replica of a cookie on his house, and now the low life pair, growing bored of the failed bombing, had decided to steal it instead.
"No!" BigB sprinted back to his house.
"What is this cookie thievery?" Ren yelled.
Ren walked back over to Skizz, who had been standing and watching the whole time.
"Why are they causing so much mischief?" Solidarity approached.
Martyn emerged from Dogwarts. "They're out for blood, honestly. I'm gonna go help, real quick. Two seconds…" He dashed over to BigB's mountain.
"Dude." Solidarity stared down the hole. "There's another TNT there."
"Oh, there is?" Ren got down to look.
TNT was a valuable commodity on this server. It was very effective in traps. Unless the traps failed, which is what had happened here.
"Easy, Dude," Ren said. The trap was still primed.
"Look, there's one that's not even broken. Someone wanna get it?" He chuckled nervously as Skizz joined them. "I'm too scared to even go down there."
They contemplated the situation, Skizz switching through his items, trying to find something that could help them.
"Wait, let me…" Solidarity gingerly stepped another layer down next to the TNT.
"Careful," Skizz said, "Easy!"
Solidarity broke a piece of dirt, leaning down to grab the loose TNT.
"Just break it," Skizz suggested.
He crept froward, and nudged the TNT.
It Blew Up.
Solidarity died. Skizz died. Ren died.
The king had been holding his shield up, but he was too close to the blast for it to make any difference at all.
Outside the gate of Dogwarts, where three friends had stood, there was now a crater and the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Three more deaths were added to the growing tally.
Everything had been lost.