Changing The Game

Changing The Game: Chapter 2

*Author's Note*

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Chapter Two:

Sulking/Beastkiller's Arrival

I guess I should tell you the whole story. My friend who has just died in the Nether is--was--Thepro716. And my name is JackAttack723.

Pro and I have been friends for the longest time. On my first night I was chopping trees in the woods and he saved me from a pack of mobs. He took me under his wing, and invited me to live in his mansion. Then he made a Portal to the Nether, and we spent all of that week preparing for the trip. I was scared out of my diamond leggings about the Nether, but I didn't say anything. We built a safehouse down there, went mining for quartz, went Ghast hunting, even explored a fortress. We spent a month down there. But today... I don't even know what happened.

We were just collecting some mushrooms and every mob in the whole dang place turned on us at the exact same time--without even being attacked by us. And then...I lost Pro. I destroy that wretched Portal as soon as I get back to Earth. I don't leave the mansion for days.

But then I hear a knock on the door. I draw my sword and very carefully open it. There is another player there, bruised, cut-up, bloody and filthy. His iron sword is cracked. He has only a dented chestplate as armor. His skin is bloodstained in most places, ghostly white everywhere else. He is badly malnourished and has only three hearts left.

"I'm BeastKiller2002," he says. "Please help me."