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200 Years before the Apocalypse...
The Sun was setting low on the green fields of Minecraftia. The Nations leaders sit in their chairs, discussing the issue at hand. The Nether is threatening war, and the Leaders are running out of time. Hours of consideration and argument, they decided the had only one choice. They must declare war, or they will lose everything. The decision is announced to the military, and the world, prepares for war.
Forces ready, hearts frozen. 10,376 soldiers stand in front of the grand portal, ready to fight for their world. The eeriness haunts them, makes them fell weak and afraid. Although they stand their ground. Unexpectedly, a small figure walks out of the portal. He looks his head from left to right. And with a wave of his hand, and a roar of his voice, thousands of horrific creatures poured out of the portal.
Blades swung, weapons fired, blood spilled. The only noises were gun fire, agonising screaming and the blank sound of death. Minutes passed, and already Minecraftia's forces were rapidly thinning out. The creatures were still coming at tremendous speeds through the portal. Under careful thought, the general called a retreat. Every living man sprinted with all their strength in the opposite direction of the portal. Even at their top speed they were being pulverised.
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3 months had passed. The Nether's forces had taken 1/2 of the country, and the Leaders were reckless. They're world was being destroyed, and there was only one chance of winning. A group of elite scientists had been working on a certain weapon since the war began, in case the time arose where it would be required. Luckily, it was recently finished, and now, it had to be used to save Minecraftia.
"The Nuke?!", cried the General. "Are you freaking insane?! You'll wipe out the population!".
"It is not your decision General. It is already ready to be fired".
The General knew there was no use arguing, although he also knew that this would kill millions. But it wasn't up to him. It was up to the Nations' Leaders. But I'll let you in on a secret, they should've listened to the General.
The Sun was setting low on the green fields of Minecraftia. The Nations leaders sit in their chairs, discussing the issue at hand. The Nether is threatening war, and the Leaders are running out of time. Hours of consideration and argument, they decided the had only one choice. They must declare war, or they will lose everything. The decision is announced to the military, and the world, prepares for war.
Forces ready, hearts frozen. 10,376 soldiers stand in front of the grand portal, ready to fight for their world. The eeriness haunts them, makes them fell weak and afraid. Although they stand their ground. Unexpectedly, a small figure walks out of the portal. He looks his head from left to right. And with a wave of his hand, and a roar of his voice, thousands of horrific creatures poured out of the portal.
Blades swung, weapons fired, blood spilled. The only noises were gun fire, agonising screaming and the blank sound of death. Minutes passed, and already Minecraftia's forces were rapidly thinning out. The creatures were still coming at tremendous speeds through the portal. Under careful thought, the general called a retreat. Every living man sprinted with all their strength in the opposite direction of the portal. Even at their top speed they were being pulverised.
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3 months had passed. The Nether's forces had taken 1/2 of the country, and the Leaders were reckless. They're world was being destroyed, and there was only one chance of winning. A group of elite scientists had been working on a certain weapon since the war began, in case the time arose where it would be required. Luckily, it was recently finished, and now, it had to be used to save Minecraftia.
"The Nuke?!", cried the General. "Are you freaking insane?! You'll wipe out the population!".
"It is not your decision General. It is already ready to be fired".
The General knew there was no use arguing, although he also knew that this would kill millions. But it wasn't up to him. It was up to the Nations' Leaders. But I'll let you in on a secret, they should've listened to the General.
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You have motivated me to make a skin for this contest.
EDIT:
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Knockin' out the creepers with my bow.