The day was February 28th, 2023. It was a normal day for the people of Planet Minecraft. In PMC City, IGEBM was taking the week off from the law firm he works at, and hanging out with his friends Chaos and Pig at McBlockalds. "Hey, is Ella gonna get here anytime soon?" he asked Pig. "Bm, she's right behind you." IGEBM felt Ella's hands on his shoulders, and jumped out of his seat. "Stop doing that!" he said. "I just love seeing people jump at my presence." Ella responded. "Let's eat." While the four friends dig into their lunch, more important things are happening elsewhere.

In the Nether, King Noncommercial is getting bored of only ruling the Nether Empire. He wants to expand his rule to other dimensions. He decides he's going to meet with the Council of Mods, the group of 25 demigods created by Cyprezz and Paril to govern the planet. He summons one of his piglin servants. "You there, send a message to the Council of Mods asking them to meet with me in Cyprezz Tower tonight." The piglin nods and writes down the message, handing it to a messenger, who in turn hops on a strider and rides across the lava moat around Castle Hellfire to the PMC City portal (the bridge across the moat was under construction after a ghast attack). He drinks a Zombification Resistance potion and goes through the portal, walking from the Portal Hub to Cyprezz Tower. He gives the message to one of the security officers, who takes it up to the top floor to give to the Council.

Adrestio, who was in the elevator on the way back from the cafeteria, runs into the officer in the elevator. "Is that message for the Council?" he asks. "Yes, sir." the officer responds. "I'll take it." the councilman responds. The officer hands him the letter and runs out of the elevator before the doors close to take another one down to the first floor, where his post is. Adrestio takes the letter to the council and reads it out loud.

Dear Council of Mods,

I wish to meet with you tonight at 7:30 PM OT to discuss something I've been thinking about lately.

Sincerely,
King Noncommcercial of the Nether Empire

"What could this possibly be about?" Head Councilman Silabear wonders. "Well, we'll find out tonight." Adrestio responds as he takes a bite out of his sub sandwich.

Several hours later, King Noncommercial, along with four piglin guards, walk through the PMC City portal and enter Cyprezz Tower. Security lets them in, showing them to the elevator. When they arrive at the top floor, Smack sits the king down before the Council. "So, what is it you wish to talk to us about?" Silabear asks, sitting in the center chair. Noncommercial begins to speak. "Well, since this planet was created, the demigods created by Cyprezz have ruled over the planet. I think it's time for a change. This planet deserves to be ruled by one of its own!" Silabear and the other moderators start to feel uneasy, and Noncommercial continues. "I already rule the Nether, so why not the Overworld too? It's time for a new era to begin, the era of Noncommercial! If you don't accept this offer, there will be consequences." "We need to talk amongst ourselves." Silabear says. "Smack, get Stubbs on the line too." "Got it." Smack says as he calls retired councilman Stubbs. He answers, and they begin to talk after Silabear fills him in on the situation. "Does Noncommercial realize how power-hungry and greedy he sounds?" Adrestio says. "There's no way we're giving this guy control over this dimension." "Yeah, who does he think he is?" Stubbs adds. "Plus, I've heard rumors that he's been enslaving people in the Nether to gather materials for a project his Science Division is working on." "Slavery?" Smack says in surprise. "Over my dead body!" The Council talks for a few more minutes, with the other members voicing their opinions. They decide to take a vote. Every votes against Noncommercial ruling the Overworld.

Silabear sits down, followed by other council members, and speaks. "King Noncommercial of the Nether Empire, we have to a decision. We will not grant you full control over the Overworld." "I knew this would happen." Noncommercial says. He turns to a pair of his guards. "Send the message." "That can't be good." Adrestio says. "You will regret this." Noncommercial says. "A dark time for the Overworld is coming." He storms out with his two guards. "That also can't be good." Adrestio adds.

About an hour later, battleships built out of Nether gold, crimson wood, and basalt sail through the massive portals built across the Overworld. On them are armies of piglin warriors, equipped with golden swords, armor, crossbows, all the weapons needed for a mass takeover. Fungus throwers bomb the nearest land they see with blast fungus, while gunners fire crossbows when the smoke clears. Instantly, videos of these ships begin popping up across the Internet, and eventually, some of those ships sail into the waters of PMC City. The Council of Mods notice this and alert the PMC Military, who issue a call to all soldiers telling them to report to the military base and prepare for combat. The ships begin to make port, and hordes of piglins and hoglins rampage through the streets. Silabear sets up the camera and makes an emergency broadcast to all of the big screens in the city.

ATTENTION, ALL CITIZENS OF PMC CITY. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN. I REPEAT, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN. ALL CITIZENS ARE TO REMAIN IN THE BUILDINGS THEY ARE IN OR GO TO THE NEAREST ONE.

IGEBM and his friends, however, are running through the snow-covered streets to get to IGE's car. "Why did we have to park so far?!" IGE says as they run. "I hate when there's no parking spaces near the place you want to park near!" He fires a light blast at a lightly-armored piglin soldier, and the group turns the corner to find their car. "Get in, quick!" Chaos says as IGE unlocks it with the keys. The four hop into their car and drive down the street, away from the charging hoglins. They manage to escape, and drive through the streets just in time to see Noncommercial hijack Silabear's broadcast.

TO THE PEOPLE OF PLANET MINECRAFT, THIS IS A DECLARATION OF WAR. I REPEAT, A DECLARATION OF WAR.

Unlike Sila's broadcast, which was only across the big screens on PMC, this one appears across the Planet, on the radio, the TV, and any large screens in other cities and towns. Even Si, who's currently on a 9-day cruise from PMC to the Cholan Empire and back, sees it. "What the Hell is going on?" he wonders.

Back at the Tower, the Council of Mods is panicking. "This is a full-on hostile takeover, for God's sake!" Adrestio says. "We're not prepared for this!" "Yes, we are." Stubbs reminds him. "The last uprising was 10 years ago, and the small rebellion literally used stone-tipped spears as weapons!" Adrestio reminds him. "Maybe we are a bit rusty." Silabear says. "But now, we have the full force of the Overworld to battle them." "If they want to help us." Smack reminds him. "You're right." Silabear responds. "For all we know, they may not even want to fight. At least each nation's armies hopefully will. After all, we can only hope."

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EXCITING CHAPTER OF PMC: WAR ON THE NETHER - THE SODA STRIKE TEAM!

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Cast (in order of appearance)
IGEBM as IGEBM
OrderOutOfChaos as Chaos
TheMcPig as Pig
Pixella_9487 as Ella
Noncommercial as King Noncommercial
Adrestio as Adrestio
Silabear as Silabear
smack17 as Smack
Stubbs1 as Stubbs
LegendarySi as Si

Writing completed 2-28-2023 at 1:27 PM ET
Published 2-28-2023 at 1:35 PM ET
Written by IGEBM