~ Strange Beings Appearing at Night by MineCraftManiac1346 ~
All residents of Whitestone City, strange beings are appearing in the sky at twelve o'clock midnight EXACTLY! Who knows what these monst-
The newspaper was in shreds. That was Maniac's last article before the griefers. You probably aren't filled in properly... well... it's complicated.
Let's begin.
The year is 2999 and the date is December 28th. Three years ago, billions of griefers from all over the world came to this server. They drove the moderators, admins, and even the operators mad and forced them banish themselves. Once they were gone, they were granted OPERATOR POWER, the strongest power known to MineCraft kind! Now at this point you might be saying, "With great power, comes great responsibility." and to be honest with you, thats what I said. But then they began lining the players up.
Everyday for three months, the griefers raided homes and gathered all of the players to be hung. One by one they were killed until half the population was left. Then they began to get creative. They built cities made of TNT and tricked us into living in them. Then they let it go while we were sleeping. They killed more MineCraft souls than Creepers did! We never thought they would end.
But they did. A year after all of their wrong-doing a person by the name of Herobrine released a wave of creepers under the griefers' command. When they started to give commands, they exploded. One by one each green glob when KA-BLAM! and ended with a hissing noise like a snake. The griefers could not stand the sight. Every player-made thing on the SERVER had been destroyed. The spawn, the cities, EVERYTHING. The world was falling apart.
But then the griefers left the server one day. No one knows why, but rumors say it was because there was nothing left to do but kill us all. Each day three griefers left. But still tons stayed. They raided our dirt houses and either killed us or sent us into the NETHER to die. Near the end of 2098, all of the griefers left. They went to a different server. All that was left was stone and gravel and dirt. There was not a tree or piece of grass in sight. Water, lava, and pigs were all that were left in means of food.
We spent months and months. Each day more of us dying. We were running out of people to help us. But I devised a plan just today that can help us all. The election of a new leader. The election...
Of a new Operator!
Dududhdududududhudhus
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All residents of Whitestone City, strange beings are appearing in the sky at twelve o'clock midnight EXACTLY! Who knows what these monst-
The newspaper was in shreds. That was Maniac's last article before the griefers. You probably aren't filled in properly... well... it's complicated.
Let's begin.
The year is 2999 and the date is December 28th. Three years ago, billions of griefers from all over the world came to this server. They drove the moderators, admins, and even the operators mad and forced them banish themselves. Once they were gone, they were granted OPERATOR POWER, the strongest power known to MineCraft kind! Now at this point you might be saying, "With great power, comes great responsibility." and to be honest with you, thats what I said. But then they began lining the players up.
Everyday for three months, the griefers raided homes and gathered all of the players to be hung. One by one they were killed until half the population was left. Then they began to get creative. They built cities made of TNT and tricked us into living in them. Then they let it go while we were sleeping. They killed more MineCraft souls than Creepers did! We never thought they would end.
But they did. A year after all of their wrong-doing a person by the name of Herobrine released a wave of creepers under the griefers' command. When they started to give commands, they exploded. One by one each green glob when KA-BLAM! and ended with a hissing noise like a snake. The griefers could not stand the sight. Every player-made thing on the SERVER had been destroyed. The spawn, the cities, EVERYTHING. The world was falling apart.
But then the griefers left the server one day. No one knows why, but rumors say it was because there was nothing left to do but kill us all. Each day three griefers left. But still tons stayed. They raided our dirt houses and either killed us or sent us into the NETHER to die. Near the end of 2098, all of the griefers left. They went to a different server. All that was left was stone and gravel and dirt. There was not a tree or piece of grass in sight. Water, lava, and pigs were all that were left in means of food.
We spent months and months. Each day more of us dying. We were running out of people to help us. But I devised a plan just today that can help us all. The election of a new leader. The election...
Of a new Operator!
Dududhdududududhudhus
Part 2 is being worked on. If you liked this a lot, click on the green arrow.