Welcome back!
Last chap Amy was telling you her dream vision, and I left you off on the little happy note of war.
In this chap, you will get the official "I am you and you are me. MC/IRL" bits.
Oh, and the way my co. author Marshmilla and I have planned this, . . . get ready for a long story . . .
ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, and the plot. Gosh, I feel so poor. . . NOTCH, PLEASE SHARE (or Jeb, whatever)!
~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness
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OMNISCENT NARRATOR
"W-WAR?" A little Minecraftian girl in a blue dress whimpered.
Amy blinked a few times, shook her head as if to clear it, and looked up. "Yes."
"Wait, war with who?" Nyla asked.
"I feel as if you guys haven't been getting the information you deserve," Amy smiled ", here lets start from the begging. The problem startes wi-"
"Everyone in Minecraftia starts somewhere. Alone, vulnerable.
We spawn in random places on this world, this never-ending world.
We become more resourceful, punch trees, mine deeper. Build houses, bases. Strongholds.
We find friends. Join groups. Factions is the proper term. Become more pro.
We die, but respawn better than before.
But that's not the point.
The point is life.
No, not life.
A journey.
The journey that is life. That sounds better.
But it's not that way to everybody.
To some it's a game.
A game where you win,
and only you.
That's where we come to the topic of the 'Steves',
as they call themselves.
Who you might call the 'bad guys'.
They plot to take over the world (typical).
But not just this world.
Worlds.
Plural.
They want to let the Nether engulf this world.
Let the Aether fall and squash us.
Free the Ender Dragon.
Enslave Minecraftians.
Even NPCs.
All of them.
But, wait, not just that.
They, the Steves, want to turn us into them.
Into them.
Like a disease that has driven the Minecraftians into a quarantine zone.
(That may or may not be named Honeydew Inc.)
Make us act like them, those newbies. Talk like them.
Look like them.
Have you ever been walking down the street, and see this guy,
with an expression like
"Hey! I didn't shave for like three days and still look boss!"
Well, that's kinda what they look like,
even the women.
Gross, right?
And if we don't fight back, their plan . . . might . . . just go through.
Notch, help us."
Purpl finished poetically
"Amen." inthelittlewood inoted.
"And that's basically the predicament." Amy finished, like Purpl spouting out poems was normal.
"Well, that's way to put it." said Lewis.
"Wait, wait, woah, woah." Marrow raised her hand. "So while this group of 'Steve' people have been running wild in your world, you guys are just sitting in
quarantine?"
"Yeah, that about sums it up." Purpl muttered sarcastically.
Murmurs filled the room.
"Well," Saphire interrupted, "Last meeting, Amy told us that you guys were the last puzzle piece for solving our problems, and we should hear you guys out once you
got here. I'll admit I had my doubts about teleporting a group of IRLers into Minecraftia . . .," she bit her lip ", but it seems Amy pulled through."
Amy couldn't help a smug smile. "Like always."
"Not really." said a girl with short spiky red-black-orange hair. She was wearing a yellow shirt with black tights, and red running shoes. She looked rather tall. "That
last plan of yours didn't go so well." Her name was: xXSUPERIORMARIOXx.
"Well, only 'cause Simon didn't plant the TNT correctly!" Amy retaliated.
"Hey! I was being rushed by a particular spaceman. And dwarves don't like being rushed!"
Nathan cringed.
A few of the Minecraftians joined the argument, yelling about TNT, lava, trip wires, and faulty pressure plates.
"SHUT UP!" yelled the little girl in the blue dress. Now that she was standing, they could see her name was Cloud_Tuft, and she had rainbow hair, like Purpl. She sat
down again and brushed her dress off. "Thank you." she said quietly.
"Thanks, Tuft." Saphire said gratefully, "As I yas saying, now that the demigods are here, we can take action." she looked around, "Ideas?"
A boy with 3-D glasses raised his hand. His name was Bashur, "I say we charge them. Isolate them into groups, then take them down one-by-one!"
Saphire nodded. " Divide and conquer. A good strategy, but only one problem. The Steves have one major advantage. Sheer numbers. They have millions. Charging
by ourselves would be suicide."
"Well, the Spartans won three-hundred to one-thousand!" Bash countered.
The room broke into cries of "SPARTA!" and even "FOR NARNIA!"
"It's unlikely that three-hundred to one-million will work in the same way." Saphire replied dully.
"Uh, I've got a suggestion." Duncan's voice came from across the room, "Since they have an army, why don't we . . . build our own?"
"But who'll join us?" Toby asked, sheathing Derek.
Tuft looked around the room expectantly. "Them."
The room groaned.
"Ok, Tuft. You can stop talking about this ludicrous 'them', and start being serious." said a guy with a walrus face, named Trottimus.
"You know they're real! Right, Amy?!" Tuft pleaded.
Amy pursed her lips. "It just seems unlikely. . . but it's possible."
"What's 'them'?" Kyle whispered to the nearest Minecraftian, timmylive.
"Oh, either the answer to our problem, or a part of Tuft's crazy imagination." he whispered back.
"What?"
"You see, about a two months ago, a few days before our Steve problem surfaced, Tuft started talking about some different, undiscovered race, called the 'Memes'."
"The Memes?"
"She said that they were powerful, causing things to work. Like gods."
Kyle grimaced. He didn't need more gods in his most likely short life.
"We all dismissed it as four-year-old rambling, then we started to see proof."
"Like?" Kyle prompted.
"Weird things. She predicted things, they came true. Told us that the Memes had told her what to say. And the recent thunder-storms. Said that some thunder
whatever cat thingy was angry. Then people started sighting new people on their journeys. They told their stories, 'cause, well, they're adventurers, and our little
server is a popular trade stop. They said that one second they saw this weird-looking person, when they looked back. Gone. Into thin air."
"Oh."
While their conversation continued, the argument raged on.
"They Memes are real, and will help us!"
"Oh yeah, just a few predictions and thunder doesn't prove anything!"
"Calm down, we can settle this!"
"You want to see proof, well look at this!" Tuft looked at the roof, presumably trying to look at the sky. "Thunder!"
Outside, a sound like an explosion going from controlled to nuclear boomed.
"A . . . coincidence." someone wavered.
"No, it isn't. The Memes are real." Tuft crossed her arms, "They are real, and we'll find them." her yellow eyes shone with determination.
Amy aproached her carefully. "Okay, we belive you. We'll find them, and build an army."
"Good." Tuft sat down, pleased.
"So . . ." Saphire got up, "If we go searching for Memes, I think we need training, and I know the perfect place." she looked sceptically at Aria.
"Hey." Aria muttered crossly.
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Purpl took out a book and quill, and started writing.
"So, if we put you guys into groups, according to what Amy said . . ." she scribbled down names like this:
Purple_Pengiun89 - Marrow
Xephos - Nathan
LividCoffee - Mark
xXSUPERIORMARIOXx - Aria
Skylord_Saphire - Natalie
inthelittlewood - Martyn
LikeTotalyToby - Kyle
Honeydew - Nyla
Xephos - Nathan
Skylord_Amy - Luna
", . . . we can put you in pairs, and then divde you into teams for training." She drew three dots through the list. "There."
Purple_Pengiun89 - Marrow
Xephos - Nathan
LividCoffee - Mark
xXSUPERIORMARIOXx - Aria
Skylord_Saphire - Natalie
. . .
inthelittlewood - Martyn
LikeTotalyToby - Kyle
Honeydew - Nyla
Xephos - Nathan
Skylord_Amy - Luna
She showed the demigods the list. "Go get into teams, then Duncan will teleport us to a training simulation server." she said.
Long chap.
Well, now some clouds have cleared, and they can train now.
I've got some war servers in mind, and here are some:
MineZ
TF2
Epsilon
Theta
Get ready for victories . . . and fails.
Cya!