The Fourth Star - Rewrite

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The worlds had shifted.

The feeling was new.

Fresh.

Powerful.

It wasn't uncommon to feel a new realm come into creation. Players would come and go, worlds and servers blinking in and out of existence every passing moment. Some had been abandoned, left behind and forgotten. Others could be inhabited for years, for those who had undying determination. Each would be more different than the last, from the terrain and the world itself, to the builds and the creations that filled the region.

Normally, they would pay no mind to this. It was the natural way. One server would crumble, only for a new world to be brought into existence at the very same time. Though, it was hard to ignore how intriguing this new realm was. Something about it held great promise, like it was destined for something.

That had already caught their attention. The overwhelming potential that radiated off this world could not be ignored, nor would they turn a blind eye to its inhabitants. They were vigorous and bright, just as the new world that they had traveled to. Their presence was like a luminous beacon of light, impossible to ignore through its immaculate glow.

Individually, the large group of players held a small glow, no bigger than a candle. But when they were brought together, when they were united as one, the light they held could not be contained. It reached throughout the corners of the world, brightening even the darkest shadows that lurked within the realm they inhabited. As one would fall into dismay, the others would be there to offer their undying light. They were intertwined, bonded closer than blood, with eternal faith and trust in one another.

They were allies.

Friends.

Family.

The players were vastly different in many aspects. Some were inhuman, monsters and creatures of the undead. Others were purely human, though their skills and abilities were anything but similar. They were nothing alike, and yet cherished each other as if they were the closest of kin. It was...odd. How could they be so close, so accepting of one another?

Worlds like these were uncommon. Players were normally in conflict, at war with one another. Calm servers never lasted, most would turn greedy or vengeful rather quickly. Allies were rare, but a moment of peace was even rarer. But here, it was all for fun. No smoldering battlefields, or ruins of buildings. It was peaceful.

This wasn't what they were used to.

They liked it.

It was refreshing. A new challenge.

Servers were always so easy to conquer, to control. They were already at war with one another, making it easier to persuade and manipulate players. But these players? They were a united force, they would be able to stand together and resist. They would be harder to control, they wouldn't be pinned against one another so easily. And yet, the reward would be far greater than the effort it took to achieve it.

This world would bow before them, the players worshiping them like gods.

They just needed a bit of help to get it done.

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The start of the season was always Xisuma's favorite time.

Especially now, the first day of season six, as the small batch of misfit players set up camp in what would be the future shopping district. Tomorrow morning, they would all go their separate ways to start work on bases and farms. But for now, the server's admin pushed that thought away. It wasn't the time to worry about building starter bases or collecting tools and armor, it was the time to spend with his close friends.