Well, this is one of many about my old faction and is a true story. I was sick for months, found a good server, started a faction-- and it became big. Very big. The biggest on the server, the strongest, the nicest and best. We had good builders, we wanted peace, we helped our allies and we were just amazing. I could go on forever but here's the basics of the poem. [Check out 'Why I love the Minecraft community' for more about the faction]. Paragraph 1: No matter how far we ran from spawn it was all snow! The whole map seemed to be snow! We complained about how it looked bad on our base and always having to shovel it but when the snow fell it was beautiful! We literally stopped our jobs and watched it remembering how beautiful this game is. Paragraph 2: As I said, beautiful snow that we all watched. Behind our heavily seccured walls were our friends. We let them in our gates because we were friendly--they weren't. Paragraph 3: Now the real bad guys weren't the imposters, or the real enemies. It was hackers who got into the owners account. They is many conspiracies about it tht I do believe in but basicly it wasn't just griefed, it was world edited and changed very much. But whenever I mentioned it they only remembeed these fights, not the good times. Paragraph 4: e were constantly changing, new names, new bases, new people. I think we have gone through atleast 10 names, 6 bases and countless members. The rightful leaders; the two founders [me being one of them], and the Generals of our four squads that we organised our members into. One General ended up getting power, we thought he would be good. He is now the dictator--or was, there's still stuff going on that I don't hear much about being outside of the faction but I have my sources ;) Paragraph 5: It's falling apart, noone is claiming leadership of it. People are leaving. He [the dictator] wanted me gone, I was the first to question him and was kicked out many times before my friends demanded my return [ Love you guys