Merome: When It's Over

C h a p t e r 1

• • • • Mitch's POV • • • •

I drove to work rather carelessly. The traffic wasn't too bad today, the sun was starting to rise, nothing to really complain about. However I do miss the trees that once grew along these streets, the flowers that started to bloom yet again this time of year. Sometimes I start to wonder what it'd be like if the world was the same way it was when I was a kid, not to sound old; I'm 23. Ever since our newest president (A/N: this American-Minecraft biches) has been in office everything has slowly been going downhill... It started with a bump in property bills; people, mostly farmers, couldn't afford this new monthly fee, and so they had to sell most their land. I'm not going to elaborate this too much, but now all the Naturalists of the world are growing extinct and it's more of an industry world now. I'm surprised a civil war didn't break out or something, I'm still skeptical about the idea of it all.

I can't say I'm one of those people who have changed. I'm kinda a hipster in a way. I always liked fighting, martial arts. It's fun. I was pretty good as a kid too, if I do say so myself. Soldiers, fighters, whatever you want to call it, have basically taken over the career industry. Everyone wants to be one. Nowadays it's hard to find 'real' soldiers; you know, the ones who are naturally gifted and love doing what they do. You see, we've started to take fighting very seriously here. In my state, I am ranked at third in PvP: General. Of course this is kinda a big deal, I mean, doens't everyone want to have my title? I'm pretty well known because of it. In second is a man by the name of Jordan, also known as CaptainSparklez. Manly, I know. In first, is the one and only AntVenom. No one calls him by his first name--Taylor. It's rumored he thinks it's too 'girly' to him, but he's never acknowledged the rumor as far as we know.

It didn't take long before I was at the Dome's entrance. [A/N: Think of the entrance as Sandy's house from Spongebob but without the turn thingy. I don't know how to describe that little section okay ;-;?] The Dome is where I work/train. It kind of reminds me of a gym, but not at all at the same time. I hope that analogy helped. I opened one of the double metal doors and welcomed myself into the building.

Inside was a crazy amount of weaponry. It never ceases to amaze me. But I really don't see what we have to be prepared to fight for, I mean, Minecraftia has been in a Golden Age for over 300 years now! It's not like Soviet Russia is going to come out and handcuff the swat. (A/N: "In Soviet Russia, dog walk you)

"Mitch!" I turned my head to the left to see my general waving me over. I sighed. I was really hoping today would be a lazy shoot-stuff-kill-stuff-get-outta-this-joint day. Oh well. I walked over to his office, where he now sat comfortably in his spinny chair at his desk. He gestured for me to take a seat in front of the desk, in which I did.

"Yes Sargent Woofless?" I asked.

"Mitch, I've brought you here today because I have some important news that I need to confront to you about," he informed. "Wild Life Investigation Facilities have noticed population charts increase drastically for a species that could grow smart enough to be able to kill us. In fact, they already-"

"And what does this have to do with me?" I interrupted. [A/N: Oh damn we have a badass over here]

Rob glared at me. "You're lucky I'm your friend and not another general..." he muttered. "After much debate, it has been decided that we will wage war against them. And YOU are going to be leading the first siege."

My eyes widen in surprise. I've never exactly lead a seige before... I asked the first thing that popped into my mind; "Why?"

Rob shuffled a few papers on his desk, putting them in one of his desk drawers. "Well you're ranked third, aren't you?" he replies. Dat sass doe.

I roll my eyes at him. He smirks and continues, "I'm not sure which crew you'll group yet, I still talk to Sargant Frags about that." [A/N: SHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIPSHIP]

Now it's my turn to smirk. There's an ongoing joke between people around work, in which I started, about the theory of Rob and Prestons secret love~. I saw a light tint of pink, just barely noticable, on his cheeks. "Oh please," he chuckles at me. "In your dreams, my friend." [A/N: I need to make a Poofless fanfic like right now right now.] "Now, you're dismissed to go back to work," he concludes, gesturing towards the door.

I nod, my smirk now in a smile, as I get up and leave. At least now my training will go to use, right?

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