Sarah Sat behind a desk, her smile genuine. She started talking, "I have the pleasure of introducing this phenomenal story about Mike Sanders to you. “A Picture of mike showed up on the wall behind her. "Mike was a phenomenal student most of his life. He excelled at everything! But his favorite line of study was history" A picture of a castle showed up behind her.
"For many of his school projects he built crossbows, or scale size trebuchets." As pictures of his projects showed up beside her she continued to talk. "He and his group of friends were participants in Cub scouts, Boy scouts, Young Marines; they were a squad four years running in JROTC, as well as being a major force behind the School sports they participated in."
A video feed covered the screen; it showed the group training the people in combat and tool making. “Their group has all migrated to the Mine craft preserve. There they participate in creating new weapons and more efficient tools. They consist of a more experienced "Veteran" Group that is turned to for advice."
"Before this happened" she said as the screen behind her turned black. "He spent just a week in a local nature preserve. In that week he fashioned himself a sturdy house. A system of landmines created with Gunpowder he discovered while mining. At the end of the first week he had fashioned himself cannons as well as a sword."
The Screen Went blank then erupted showing the battle. "He held the swat away with many layers of mines." The screen showed many explosions a from Swat teams failing to dig them up. "After noticing his friends aiding his enemies he triggered a pillar of flame." Behind her it showed the footage as the pillar of gasses exploded.
"He still had a secret weapon" The camera switched over to the night of the Swats secret attack. It showed the cannons being lit and the Swat troops fleeing. "Though at the end there was no escape."
The screen changed and showed the house from ground level. The sun was going down, and it was glaring in their eyes. Suddenly there were two flashes as the cannons went off. Behind the cannon flash flew a figure from the roof, brandishing a sword. It fell towards them its sword catching the dying sun’s light as it flew.
The figure hit the top of one of the carriers and stabbed the sword into it. Quickly the figure extracted the sword and disappeared from sight. A minute later it reappeared and reached forward pulling something up. Suddenly it swung it's sword at the camera. A second before the sword Hit it The Figure's back arched and its face lit up to show that it was mike. He fell to the ground in a slump.
"The Minecraft preserve was bought by Mojang. It is 50 square miles and now has 300 residents. Mike and others like him reside there." Sarah turned from the camera as the screen faded.
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This is Fiction, all names, and or references to actual occurences are Coincidence!
Minecraft is owned singularly by MOJANG.
I do not in any way or form Assume ownership of Minecraft.
I do not consider any rights for minecraft,
except for the creative rights for my own works of fiction.
