We are three nations. There is one war. I am Jack, of the OverWorlders. I am Lysa, of the Ender Nation. I am Amy, of the Thunder Nation. We rule this world. This place was once beautiful, peaceful, even. But then, the Abyss came, with its controller. Brian. He was one of the average players of the chessboard, never a fighter. One day, he strayed into the outer lands, and fell into the void. He rose again, as HeroBrine. Our Nations had originally teamed up to fight him. Now? We're fighting each other. Why? Soon, our world began melting away, from the End realm, first. The void was crawling across it, eating it like a large black hole. It destroyed the Thunder Nation next. Now, only the OverWorlders are left. We can never be safe. Amy was wrong. Jack had been corrupted. Lysa says he was never corrupted though. They say he was always the son of Brian. This chess game will never end. There is no king to checkmate. Who are we? We're Minecraftians. (Backstory stuff yay)