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Felix kept ringing the bell. Andy just stood there wondering why must he torture this poor sheep, stuck knee-deep in the water. But the grey sheep did not seem to care but it was still minorly annoyed. It turned it's yellow eyes towards Felix and bahed with displeasure.
" That's what you get, Jeb! Everything bad that happens to me is because of you! I spit on your mother's grave! Jorgen the 1st died because of you!
Knulla dig (F*ck you in Swedish) !" Felix said, continually ringing the bell.
" How long are we gonna do this? I think there are much more important things to do," said Andy
"Sorry, it's a daily ritual I have. I just let this sheep wander around but for some reason, it likes to stand here in the water. I got lonely after ten years."
One of the natives, wearing a blue poncho and was buttoned up, walked down the path from Felix's house to where he stood and started to mumble to him.
Felix, for some odd reason, was able to communicate with them and he kept muttering on about to help a turtle ( which he christened "virgin turtle for some reason) to help find him a girlfriend, to look after his fields and animals. But most of all to look after Jorgen the 2nd, the horse in Felix's pen with the Illamas ( who kept spitting at Commander for some reason, which he disapproved of).
Andy also had made arrangments with Felix to have Clint stay with Sven and the native, as they didn't know what was out there. 300 years had passed since Commander was last there. Anyone and anything could be out there.
Andy with his pack and Felix ready to go bid farewell the blue poncho farmhand and to Sven, Jeb, Clint, and Jorgen.
" You can't come, Clint. I don't want you to get hurt. I have no idea what lies out there."
Clint, looking with his brown eyes seemed to understand, but a look of sadness still came across the wolf's face.
" I will return, Clint. Soon, my old friend."
And at the crack of dawn, the next day, Andy and Felix were off. Off in a new and strange land. But yet one that was still the same at the same time.
...
Andy and Felix headed West, across the great plains of Agni Ingnis. They briefly passed the proud arena that once existed there but it was covered in vines, weeds and the once-proud structure reminded Andy of the Colliesium in Rome. A great build had fallen to ruin.
Continuing on, they passed through the great forests of Tristia, made their way south along the coast and stayed overnight in the famous merchant town of Carami. They crossed over the famous River Guevara, named by the Socialists after a socialist revolutionary figure.
But when they crossed the river, the world Andy knew was about to change even more.
...
Setting up camp for the night, Andy and Felix pitched a tent up and pulled out their bedding. They were situated on the other side of the River Guevera, overlooking the calm but huge river. Dolphins could be seen jumping out of the water and a gentle breeze rustled through the nearby pine trees. The stars were out in their full glory and Andy could see the arm of the galaxy. He missed this view. He was happy to see an old friend again.
Felix was roasting fish over the open fire, he asked Commander a question:
" What's West of here? I've never been across the River Guevara. My parents always claimed the undead still roamed west of it. "
Andy pondering for a minute:
"Well, a little West of here, you have Romero, Camp Bell... and then... my hometown... Grimdale..."
"You were from Grimdale? I heard stories about what the city was like in it's heyday. It was the Paris of this part of the world. It was beautiful and wonderful. It's a shame what fell upon it. Endless civil war and political strife, this whole land. It's a shame."
" Yes. Yes, it was." Commander said as he started to lie down in his bed.
Felix was about to say something else but then a scream went off in the distance. Andy and Felix reacting immediately reached for their swords and put back on their armor quickly.
" What is that? Is it... them?" Felix asked.
"No... the undead doesn't sound like that... that sounded human." Andy said.
And then out of the trees, came running a man, but he was heavily limping. He kept screaming:
" Someone help me! Help me! Where the hell are am I?"
The man was wearing nothing but blood tattered green clothes and coarse leather armor. His face and hair were grimed with sweat and dirt. He looked like he had been in a fight. But he was not in good shape.
Stepping forward, Andy said:
"Who are you and what is your business? Have you been... bitten by them?"
The man stopped to breathe but he was having trouble standing:
" By who? No, I have not been bitten... but a fate far worse has fallen upon me."
The man motioned to his leg and arm. He had wounded by arrows, but somehow he was still standing. But he didn't have long by the looks of it.
He was dying.
The man immediately fell over and slumped but Felix managed to grab him quickly. Felix gently rested the man on a log and quickly started to look for their medical supplies.
"Brother, do not waste your supplies on me... I do not have much time left to live... let me tell what lies... ahead for you."
Felix, listening to the man's wishes, put away the bandages.
" I come... from a place of death... a place of lawlessness... a place of pure and total anarchy..."
"What? Someone North of here? Frostbain? Al Hasa?" Andy said.
"No... I do not recognize the names of the places you suggest, brother... where am I?"
" You are in the land of All-World. I, however, come from a world called Loka. A different universe and reality to this."
The wounded man nodded and a look of surprise came upon his face:
"Loka... I've heard that name... there were whispers of it on my world. A refuge from the anarchy and chaos of mine. No one thought it was possible to cross the realms... but you and I are living proof."
" Where are you from then?" Andy asked.
" I come from a destroyed and broken reality. No other world or reality exists like it... total and pure anarchy... it was called 2B2T..."
" The world was full of utter and total destruction. Those monsters... those monsters they made to protect us... we call them the Withers... They caused the end of our world."
"Soon, a group of people rose up and figured out how to control these monsters. Soon, they amassed all the spells, power and armor they needed. They created a new society where it's every man for himself... they believed in this idea of anarchy. Pure, unbridled chaos with no rules, no laws, and nothing to stop people from killing and wiping each other out. People tried to resist but they were wiped out, just like everyone else."
" I was scavenging around the most wartorn part of my world... Spawn they called it. This is where all the Withers and these people lived. It's where they dispensed out their sick philosophy to the rest of the world and controlled the way they like."
" They caught me and shot me but I ran like the wind. Until... until I came across a strange... portal perhaps if you could call it that. It was this strange blue colour. With their minions after me, I had no choice but to flee into it and hope I come out ok on the other side... and I found myself here gentlemen."
" Who created the Withers? These... monsters you speak of?"
" A man... a being from other reality who showed up one day on my world... in the capital city of 2B2T... his name was the Maestro... he promised us he would lead into a new Golden age... but he lied and tricked us... he corrupted our leaders... My world was once the proudest in our solar system. We were capable of interstellar travel. We were the most powerful in our Federation, along with the Vulcans. We lived in a upotia and then... a great alien plague came and threw our world into chaos. The Mastero showed up offering a cure and a solution. But he took us back to the Stone Age. He threw us into anarchy. "
" He lives off of pure chaos and evil. He is the greatest threat every reality has ever seen."
" I know that name... he destroyed my world, this world by unleashing a plague of the undead onto it. He took advantage of the political chaos just like your world. He finds these moments in time and he strikes when we're the weakest"
" We're here to stop him. We believe he's here on this world." Felix piped up and said.
The wounded man looked at Felix and said:
" Promise me... you will run away... run away. Get away from him. You stand no chance... not without... him... the Messiah... the one promised to save us.. the One..."
" What like Neo?" Felix said.
"No... I have no idea whom you refer to... we call him... Fit... FitMC. He still leads the fight against the Maestro. He may hold the key to saving our realities."
" You must stop the plague of the Maestro from spreading to other realities, brother... you must... must..."
The wounded man started to cough up blood. He was going to be gone in a few moments."
" You must go to my world and get Fit. He is the only one who can help you defeat the Maestro. He holds the key... you can't defeat him alone... go into the portal... in a cave not far from here... you will find in the heart of Spawn. He resides there. Constantly fighting against the forces of evil... you must..."
And just like that, the man died, staring off into the stars. He was gone.
Andy and Felix stood, staring at each other, trying to take in what was just told to them. Another corrupted and destroyed reality. But this one sounded a million times worse than Andy's. At least there was still some semblance of civilization here. They knew themselves, they had no chance of taking on the Maestro all by themselves. Any ally would help and what this man claimed, this messiah could help them defeat the Maestro. They would have to go find him. In the most dangerous and destroyed reality of all. One where anarchy, the most dangerous creatures man had ever known existed and the most dangerous men ruled. They must go to 2B2T.
"Well, ready for another adventure?" Felix said.
Andy, nodding:
" Well, we might at try to go down with a fight."
" Let's go find... this Fit."
...
And that is the end of Part III, I hoped you enjoyed
. Part 4 will be coming up soon when I have time to write it. I hope some of you are familiar with one of the oldest Minecraft servers in existence, 2B2T. 2B2T is the oldest Minecraft anarchy server and there are literally no rules there. It's one of Minecraft's most notorious servers. Please message me if you want more info about it. Thank you for reading and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Also,
imagine the wounded man being like Logan at the end of Logan when he got impaled by the younger clone of himself. That's what I was trying to go for.
...
Felix kept ringing the bell. Andy just stood there wondering why must he torture this poor sheep, stuck knee-deep in the water. But the grey sheep did not seem to care but it was still minorly annoyed. It turned it's yellow eyes towards Felix and bahed with displeasure.
" That's what you get, Jeb! Everything bad that happens to me is because of you! I spit on your mother's grave! Jorgen the 1st died because of you!
Knulla dig (F*ck you in Swedish) !" Felix said, continually ringing the bell.
" How long are we gonna do this? I think there are much more important things to do," said Andy
"Sorry, it's a daily ritual I have. I just let this sheep wander around but for some reason, it likes to stand here in the water. I got lonely after ten years."
One of the natives, wearing a blue poncho and was buttoned up, walked down the path from Felix's house to where he stood and started to mumble to him.
Felix, for some odd reason, was able to communicate with them and he kept muttering on about to help a turtle ( which he christened "virgin turtle for some reason) to help find him a girlfriend, to look after his fields and animals. But most of all to look after Jorgen the 2nd, the horse in Felix's pen with the Illamas ( who kept spitting at Commander for some reason, which he disapproved of).
Andy also had made arrangments with Felix to have Clint stay with Sven and the native, as they didn't know what was out there. 300 years had passed since Commander was last there. Anyone and anything could be out there.
Andy with his pack and Felix ready to go bid farewell the blue poncho farmhand and to Sven, Jeb, Clint, and Jorgen.
" You can't come, Clint. I don't want you to get hurt. I have no idea what lies out there."
Clint, looking with his brown eyes seemed to understand, but a look of sadness still came across the wolf's face.
" I will return, Clint. Soon, my old friend."
And at the crack of dawn, the next day, Andy and Felix were off. Off in a new and strange land. But yet one that was still the same at the same time.
...
Andy and Felix headed West, across the great plains of Agni Ingnis. They briefly passed the proud arena that once existed there but it was covered in vines, weeds and the once-proud structure reminded Andy of the Colliesium in Rome. A great build had fallen to ruin.
Continuing on, they passed through the great forests of Tristia, made their way south along the coast and stayed overnight in the famous merchant town of Carami. They crossed over the famous River Guevara, named by the Socialists after a socialist revolutionary figure.
But when they crossed the river, the world Andy knew was about to change even more.
...
Setting up camp for the night, Andy and Felix pitched a tent up and pulled out their bedding. They were situated on the other side of the River Guevera, overlooking the calm but huge river. Dolphins could be seen jumping out of the water and a gentle breeze rustled through the nearby pine trees. The stars were out in their full glory and Andy could see the arm of the galaxy. He missed this view. He was happy to see an old friend again.
Felix was roasting fish over the open fire, he asked Commander a question:
" What's West of here? I've never been across the River Guevara. My parents always claimed the undead still roamed west of it. "
Andy pondering for a minute:
"Well, a little West of here, you have Romero, Camp Bell... and then... my hometown... Grimdale..."
"You were from Grimdale? I heard stories about what the city was like in it's heyday. It was the Paris of this part of the world. It was beautiful and wonderful. It's a shame what fell upon it. Endless civil war and political strife, this whole land. It's a shame."
" Yes. Yes, it was." Commander said as he started to lie down in his bed.
Felix was about to say something else but then a scream went off in the distance. Andy and Felix reacting immediately reached for their swords and put back on their armor quickly.
" What is that? Is it... them?" Felix asked.
"No... the undead doesn't sound like that... that sounded human." Andy said.
And then out of the trees, came running a man, but he was heavily limping. He kept screaming:
" Someone help me! Help me! Where the hell are am I?"
The man was wearing nothing but blood tattered green clothes and coarse leather armor. His face and hair were grimed with sweat and dirt. He looked like he had been in a fight. But he was not in good shape.
Stepping forward, Andy said:
"Who are you and what is your business? Have you been... bitten by them?"
The man stopped to breathe but he was having trouble standing:
" By who? No, I have not been bitten... but a fate far worse has fallen upon me."
The man motioned to his leg and arm. He had wounded by arrows, but somehow he was still standing. But he didn't have long by the looks of it.
He was dying.
The man immediately fell over and slumped but Felix managed to grab him quickly. Felix gently rested the man on a log and quickly started to look for their medical supplies.
"Brother, do not waste your supplies on me... I do not have much time left to live... let me tell what lies... ahead for you."
Felix, listening to the man's wishes, put away the bandages.
" I come... from a place of death... a place of lawlessness... a place of pure and total anarchy..."
"What? Someone North of here? Frostbain? Al Hasa?" Andy said.
"No... I do not recognize the names of the places you suggest, brother... where am I?"
" You are in the land of All-World. I, however, come from a world called Loka. A different universe and reality to this."
The wounded man nodded and a look of surprise came upon his face:
"Loka... I've heard that name... there were whispers of it on my world. A refuge from the anarchy and chaos of mine. No one thought it was possible to cross the realms... but you and I are living proof."
" Where are you from then?" Andy asked.
" I come from a destroyed and broken reality. No other world or reality exists like it... total and pure anarchy... it was called 2B2T..."
" The world was full of utter and total destruction. Those monsters... those monsters they made to protect us... we call them the Withers... They caused the end of our world."
"Soon, a group of people rose up and figured out how to control these monsters. Soon, they amassed all the spells, power and armor they needed. They created a new society where it's every man for himself... they believed in this idea of anarchy. Pure, unbridled chaos with no rules, no laws, and nothing to stop people from killing and wiping each other out. People tried to resist but they were wiped out, just like everyone else."
" I was scavenging around the most wartorn part of my world... Spawn they called it. This is where all the Withers and these people lived. It's where they dispensed out their sick philosophy to the rest of the world and controlled the way they like."
" They caught me and shot me but I ran like the wind. Until... until I came across a strange... portal perhaps if you could call it that. It was this strange blue colour. With their minions after me, I had no choice but to flee into it and hope I come out ok on the other side... and I found myself here gentlemen."
" Who created the Withers? These... monsters you speak of?"
" A man... a being from other reality who showed up one day on my world... in the capital city of 2B2T... his name was the Maestro... he promised us he would lead into a new Golden age... but he lied and tricked us... he corrupted our leaders... My world was once the proudest in our solar system. We were capable of interstellar travel. We were the most powerful in our Federation, along with the Vulcans. We lived in a upotia and then... a great alien plague came and threw our world into chaos. The Mastero showed up offering a cure and a solution. But he took us back to the Stone Age. He threw us into anarchy. "
" He lives off of pure chaos and evil. He is the greatest threat every reality has ever seen."
" I know that name... he destroyed my world, this world by unleashing a plague of the undead onto it. He took advantage of the political chaos just like your world. He finds these moments in time and he strikes when we're the weakest"
" We're here to stop him. We believe he's here on this world." Felix piped up and said.
The wounded man looked at Felix and said:
" Promise me... you will run away... run away. Get away from him. You stand no chance... not without... him... the Messiah... the one promised to save us.. the One..."
" What like Neo?" Felix said.
"No... I have no idea whom you refer to... we call him... Fit... FitMC. He still leads the fight against the Maestro. He may hold the key to saving our realities."
" You must stop the plague of the Maestro from spreading to other realities, brother... you must... must..."
The wounded man started to cough up blood. He was going to be gone in a few moments."
" You must go to my world and get Fit. He is the only one who can help you defeat the Maestro. He holds the key... you can't defeat him alone... go into the portal... in a cave not far from here... you will find in the heart of Spawn. He resides there. Constantly fighting against the forces of evil... you must..."
And just like that, the man died, staring off into the stars. He was gone.
Andy and Felix stood, staring at each other, trying to take in what was just told to them. Another corrupted and destroyed reality. But this one sounded a million times worse than Andy's. At least there was still some semblance of civilization here. They knew themselves, they had no chance of taking on the Maestro all by themselves. Any ally would help and what this man claimed, this messiah could help them defeat the Maestro. They would have to go find him. In the most dangerous and destroyed reality of all. One where anarchy, the most dangerous creatures man had ever known existed and the most dangerous men ruled. They must go to 2B2T.
"Well, ready for another adventure?" Felix said.
Andy, nodding:
" Well, we might at try to go down with a fight."
" Let's go find... this Fit."
...
And that is the end of Part III, I hoped you enjoyed
. Part 4 will be coming up soon when I have time to write it. I hope some of you are familiar with one of the oldest Minecraft servers in existence, 2B2T. 2B2T is the oldest Minecraft anarchy server and there are literally no rules there. It's one of Minecraft's most notorious servers. Please message me if you want more info about it. Thank you for reading and constructive criticism is appreciated.Also,
imagine the wounded man being like Logan at the end of Logan when he got impaled by the younger clone of himself. That's what I was trying to go for.
