BACKSTORY:

Frice, a lavaling, had been walking around his small nether village farming nether wart for his village-famous nether wart stew, when he was grabbed from behind. "what are you doing? Stop that!" Frice said, trying to escape the grasp of the strange men who broke into his house and are now dragging him though the street. "stop struggling, we're taking you to fight for Herobrine in his army." said one of the men, who upon closer inspection was a zombie pigman. "WHAT?!?!" said Frice, as he was thown on top of a transport ghast and flown away.

TWO HOURS LATER...

He was now fitted with state-of-the-art hypercold armor, and was sent to the training ground. After training, thier was an anouncment: "all worriors report to the portal room, we are going to fight agianst Notch's army amd take what is rightfully ours!" After that they proceded to enter the portal to the overworld to fight.

LATER THAT NIGHT...

When everyone was asleep, Frice ran away fom the small camp, he was to peacfull to fight agiast other minecraftians (sort of) like him, and from that point on, he decided to fight for Notch, and againts Herobrine!


what happens next is up to YOU.