I've decided to do another story, and this time I actually thought out the plot!!! Amazing! Just know, I do not approve of any griefing of any kind. The Trials of a griefer. Tales from the side of chaos.
A lone man walked down a tunnel, brightly lit with torches. He resisted every urge and temptation of trash the place, destroying the torches and letting monsters spawn. By the time he had reached the other side of the tunnel, he was sweating. Through a small crack in the wall, an old man noted that his hand was shaking as he reached for the door.
The first man, we'll call him Gree, slid into the room. There was something about him, snake-like and deceptive, that made you either want to avoid or kill him. Usually, after he did his work, it was the second option. His eyes quickly looked around, noting everything expertly. There were a few paintings on the wall to his right, a bed in the corner, and a chest that was probably filled with things like TNT and flint and steel. In the middle of the room, there was an old man, sitting on a mat.
He was ancient, wrinkles covered every visible part of his body, and most likely all the rest. What he was wearing was a dirty coat, most likely there were concealed weapons in it. Gree, most who thought was a man who respected none at all, feared not even death, bowed, yes bowed to this decrepit old person. As if sensing Gree's respect for him the old man opened his eyes. They were bloodshot, with dark rings under them. Living in a cave almost his whole life hadn't been good for him, his skin was pale and he was severely undernourished.
The first croaked words out of his mouth was, "You new age griefers... No Je ne sais quoi! All you do is throw around lava and magma, striking your flint and tinder without a purpose! I remember the old times... What griefing really is, I tell you, is the calculated spread of chaos, NOT THE SPAM OF IT!" Gree could say nothing, but inside he was boiling. "How dare this old man give me a history lesson!!!" He raged in his mind.
The old man whined for a while, his creaking voice setting Gree's teeth on edge. Just when he thought he would explode, the aged thing before him stopped for a breath. Gree let out his anger in his tone, but not his words. "I'm on a mission to bring down Steve and the government!" He said hastily, hoping the old creature would register his words before going off on another tangent.
"Ragh! I remember the orig-" Was as far as the man could go before the words clicked in his head. Staring in mid-sentence, his gaping mouth reminiscent of the many fish populating the rivers and streams in this unnamed land. He was so shocked that he couldn't even laugh, because he didn't want to offend Gree in case he was as insane as his statement. Finally, and unfortunately for Gree, he found his voice. "Impossible!" That really was the only thing the old man could say. Gree almost nodded in his head in agreement, but shook it just in time. "Not with a proper plan!" At the word plan, the old man spat, yes SPAT, in Gree's eyes.
Wiping the filthy saliva from his visage, Gree didn't get angry. In fact, he didn't blame the old man. When you're in the army of chaos, a plan is the last thing you would want to see. Obviously this is the reason that greifers have been defeated in the past, and when they did try and plan they couldn't adapt in time, those plans were full of logic holes and missing portions.