"AGGGGHHHHHHH!! DON'T KILL ME!" I screamed. Now, you might be wondering why I'm running for my life from some... Things attempting to blow my head off with shotguns. I'm gonna tell you that now. So about 200 years ago there was a war. A huge one. Two armies trying to take control of some land. Eventually one side started using bombs and nuclear weapons. Their weapons backfired and created a giant explosion. All living things were wiped out.... Except the ones that hid.... They reserved homes in underground cities where they couldn't be killed but the guards wouldn't let them out. Eventually people started disappearing and the guards said they knew nothing. So everyone rebelled. They were known as "The First Rebellion" and escaped. They created new settlements and became the government of this new world. However not everyone liked the new government. These were the ones following me. I'm a NMG (New Minecraftia Government) supporter (The First Rebellion's new name.). That's why I was being chased. Now, back to my story. I finally escaped the bad guy's sight. But you'll have to read part 2 to find out more.