The well-muscled, well armored man sat on his perch, high above the beautiful wastelands of spawn, the noon sun glinting off his shiny elytra. A diamond axe hung from his belt, glowing with high level enchantments. The strong figure took in a deep breath as he stared down from the top of one of the tallest lavacasts at spawn, sweeping his eyes back and forth, up and down, like a hawk looking for his next meal, waiting patiently for his moment.

The influx of newsucks was annoying at the least, concerning at the most. This is the largest invasion in remembered history, even larger than when the Chans invaded over four centuries ago. But the people of this land have never given in to anyone who tried to take their home. The natives tear each other apart all the time with no winner in sight…the only thing that ever has, or ever can for that matter, bring them together to any degree is a foreign invasion; an invasion of people who have no respect for their way of life…who have no idea of their rich history, all their legendary monuments…no respect for all they've built…and destroyed. They are clueless, worthless life forms who will never have a place here. They'll never understand the magical ugliness of this place.

The armored figure squinted slightly as hatred flowed through his veins. There is no explaining to them…the only way here is through blood and fire. The only good thing you can do with foreigns is to kill them. Not only are you preserving your way of life, but it's also fun.

A slight grin came to his mouth.

It was at that moment he sensed them…

He closed his eyes as he unclipped his axe and dove off the steep lavacast, activating his elytra as he shot straight down the side. He traveled at fifty blocks a second for a few peaceful moments before flaring out his elytra to spiral to the left so he wouldn't hit the ground. He zipped across the ground, maneuvering effortlessly through cobble pillars and piles. He then shot out into open air where he stayed for a second before gracefully falling off the shelf and down the next cliff of the lavacast. As he started pulling up again, his target came into view. Only a hundred blocks away-eighty-fifty-thirty-ten. He spiraled through the air as he swung his axe in an outward motion. Blood splattered him as he breathed in the rushing, dank air. He pulled back on his elytra to slow himself then skidded to a stop on the side of the bottom of the lavacast.

He looked back at the body that laid strewn across the cobble, thirty blocks back.

The armored figure chuckled. "I just freaking air assassinated him!" his chuckle turned to a laugh as he gushed over his latest kill.

After getting over himself, he flicked the blood off his axe and put it back on his belt. He then sat down on a dirt block and pulled out a couple cooked steak and started to gnaw on them. All this stalking made him hungry. He had plenty of steak, but he even had a stack of pumpkin pies for dessert! He loved pumpkin pies.

Suddenly, he heard the fwoosh of an elytra next to him. He dropped his steak, jumping up, and unsheathed his axe, ready to clash with his visitor. He immediately stood down when he saw who it was.

"I'll slit your throat if you do that again, Razar." He said as he lowered his guard.

The equally armored man spoke with a smile "I'm just surprised your hacks didn't detect me earlier, Fit."

Fit sat back down and picked his steak off the dirty ground before throwing it away. "You were always good at stealthing, even back in the Valkyria days."

"Well that is my specialty, haha. So, what's your count today?"

Fit chewed another bite of another steak. "That newsuck makes seven." He said as he nodded toward the air assassination victim.

Razar folded his arms, plated in enchanted diamond armor. "Ha! I've got eight. There was this group of three of them, got them with one arrow. These newsucks really have no damn clue what they're doing. This is open season for us. I've never killed so many people in such a short time."

"That's surprising." Fit said plainly as he took another bite.

Razar looked down at Fit who took even another bite. His tone turned a bit less enthusiastic "You've been out here for almost a month, Fit. Why haven't you gone back to base by now?"

Fit swallowed a succulent chunk of well-done meat. He gathered his thoughts for a second before responding. Something wasn't sitting well with him. "Well like it or not, Razar, this is a new invasion…with much more to come. I've heard rumors that the leader of these idiots…some warlord of sorts, led the charge here and brought them all along. Don't know if that's true or not. Just heard that here and there."

He paused, a bit troubled. "We need to contain these people. We can't let them get out of spawn. If we do, well… first of all, they will be harder to find, second, they'll set seeds, start gathering resources, grow roots, and expand. We can't let that happen so – I want to take out as many as I can while they're weak." He threw the final chunk of steak in his mouth, thoroughly satisfied with his meal.

Razar started laughing hysterically. "Oh, come on Fit! There's not a tree for ten thousand blocks of spawn! No animals for thirty thousand, twenty if you're lucky. These newsucks will die of starvation if we don't kill them first. None of them will get out. Believe me when I say that."

Fit took a deep breath. "That's if they don't find a sanctuary. Whatever, I'll head back to base soon, but not after gathering more information on this warlord guy…and after killing a few dozen more of them."

"Chill out, Fit. This isn't going to turn into a fourth incursion. These guys seem harmless enough."

"Hopefully not. But you're right, these people have shown nothing to me, showing that they're any true threat."

"Exactly!" Razar yelled as he looked around. "I'm just here for the fun."

"Uh-huh." Fit muttered to his long-time base-mate and combat partner as he started walking away. "I'll be back before long. Tell the rest not to miss me too much."

"Ha!" Razar called after him. "I think they actually enjoy your absence. Oh, and Marcus broke your pumpkin pie machine."

"Tell him I'm going to kick his ass when I get back." Fit called over his shoulder.

"Ha! Will do."

Razar dashed away at an inhuman speed, using his uncanny hack abilities. He really was gifted.

Fit leaped up into the air, and off of a small cliff to activate his elytra so he could glide over the uneven, rough ground. He glided under a massive overhang which was a hundred blocks up, while dodging falling water and lava streams.

Spawn. Fit thought, a masterpiece of humanity. This place cannot be recreated. It can't be emulated or copied anywhere else in the world. It's the product of centuries of wars, bases which have risen and fallen, griefers doing their work, thousands of creeper explosions, and of course, by being pillaged by people passing by gathering resources. Since the only way to enter the continent is through spawn, any settlers or visitors coming in gather any resource they can grab. With every wave of people, whether it be one person or a hundred, the wasteland of spawn is pushed further and further out into the continent. It is so destroyed, nature doesn't even attempt to retake it. Fit doesn't even think it can. There is not enough dirt to set seeds for new trees, no bees to pollinate the plants, therefore no animals to feed on them. It's completely dead. Spawn has expanded out so far, it's reached the point that most newsucks can't find sufficient food to eat or even a tree to cut down to make tools and either end up withering to death, falling to death, or turning back…of course if they aren't killed by a native.

Native.

Fit never liked that word to describe the people of this land. He continued to glide through the wastes.

Native made them sound too under-developed. They've had cities and massive monuments…most of which have been destroyed at this point, but all the same…what would be a better word? The natives have been there forever, obviously. They are veterans compared to all the newsucks.

Veterans…

That's it. He thought. We are the Veterans. He liked the sound of that. The Veterans. He shot the idea down almost immediately. The other natives would probably laugh at that. Not that he cared about most of their opinions. Most of them could die slowly in a hole for all he cared.

Fit shook his head and decided to focus on the task at hand and check out the south highway to see if any newsucks had discovered the rough road leading from spawn. He made a turn then landed, climbing a pile of cobble before jumping off again. In two minutes, the highway came into view.

The highway was nothing more than a straight path of cobble a few blocks wide, hovering above what used to be ground level but what is now just swiss cheese stone. It was broken and blocked in places but if you wanted out of spawn, this is how you'd do it. There was one main highway leading off in each direction from spawn, going for tens and tens of thousands of blocks, built by random people of the past. They were an easy way to get in and out of spawn of you had a horse.

He glided over it and landed on top of it. It had short, broken up cobble railings.

Suddenly he sensed one. Why do they always travel alone? Idiots. It was coming from the direction of the center of spawn. Fit slowly meandered towards their direction. There were some wooden planks blocking his view down the path past eighty blocks or so. Then, the victim came up into view from behind them. It was a girl. Maybe 20. He saw her first. He sped up to her and grabbed her from behind, and held his axe up to her throat.

She yelped in surprise as Fit leaned her over the side of the path, below a wide gap opened in the ground that made its way down to bedrock.

"L-let me go!" She yelled out. "Go away!" She screamed and struggled but Fit held her tight. He enjoyed her struggle. "Noooo!" She sobbed as she sunk down. "I-I just lost my boyfriend please don't d-do this to me! I just want to go home! Yeah, I was going home, please let me go- I-I'll never come back if you just- "

"Shut the hell up." Fit cut her off "I'll let you live. If you tell me why you're here. Why are all of you here. Tell me."

She nodded profusely, almost hitting his axe, tears falling from her face. "Rusher, the general of our country came here and – and wanted us to come and settle down and start a colony. I – I was just doing what he said- "

"Where is he now?"

"I – I don't know. C-can you just let me go now plea-? "

Fit pulled the axe back onto her neck before letting the two pieces of her fall into the crevasse, never to be seen again.

Rusher

He let the name simmer into his brain for a moment. For some reason, although he only knew the name of this person, something was…not sitting right about him. Fit almost felt like…like he'd be an adversary like he'd never faced before.

Ludicrous thought! He'll just find the general who's probably hiding in a hole within a thousand blocks of spawn, eating his comrades' food so that he himself won't starve. That's the warlord he had heard about…the 'General'. Great general he is, leading untrained, ungeared warriors into battle. All of them will all be sorry they ever set foot here. That's not a promise, that's a fact.

If Fit wanted to cut off Rusher and his invasion, he would have to find him and kill him…then, just then, maybe the influx of newsucks would stop and he could go back to his everyday life.

Now would probably be a good time to get out of spawn and spread the word about this 'Rusher' guy. Even to his non-base mates.

He once more flicked the blood off his axe.

Eight.

He grinned again as he remembered the sight of the girl falling into the crevasse.

Welcome newsucks, to the worst place in Minecraft.