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GATE: Thus the Players Crafted There

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In the lands of Falmart, the gods hear a chant of countless voices screaming out loud. Like a meteor, he descended. A crown of gold, and a sword enchanted to hell and black. He shouted, and everyone was very confused.

"I'm baaa~ack to monopolize the potatoes, chat!" And thus Technoblade went for the Potato Monopoly in another world.
 
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    • ROLECRAFT HIGH MOD CHAT
    Karlwashere    : WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
    Jionthegreat: ?
    MODENNIS: WTH are you talking about, Karl?
    Karlwashere: THIS!
    LillytheGirlMod: whut is that?
    Jionthegreat: DID SOMEONE DOWNLOAD A MOD!?!!1!?L!?!?!"??@l!"L???
    Jionthegreat: WHO DID IT?!
    Karlwashere: That's just it. The code is the same. No mods were added. No updates. No patches. Nada.
    MODENNIS: Hold on... checking.
    MODENNIS: I am looking at it rn. Carl is right. The code is normal. Should we contact Mojang?
    LillytheGirlMod: and tell Mojang what? That some hacker downloaded a weird ass mod onto the server and we can't fucking find it in the code?? nah. Let's dig deeper into this before sending panic emails.
    PraiseNotch: Bro, are we hacked?
    Karlwashere: I don't fucking know. But this isn't just some glitch. These soldiers came through a legit gate, and it looked like... idk... Skyrim or Fallout NPCs? But they were... too real. They bled, Notch. BLEEDING in Minecraft.
    Jionthegreat: DUDE?! Real blood in Minecraft? Wtf even is this? Are we being pranked?
    LillytheGirlMod: That's not even possible, right? No one's rigged Minecraft for hyper-realistic gore mods, not like that.
    MODENNIS: Even if someone did, it would show up in the logs. There's nothing. The server's clean.
    SlovakianMinecrafter: My internet nearly died. Yet I could move during the attack. Like, where is this lag? How are people still playing?
    Karlwashere: I thought my PC was gonna explode. This doesn't even make sense. We should all be lagging to hell with this kind of crap rendering in real-time. But somehow, it's stable for most players.
    MODENNIS: Some kind of hardware bypass? But how could it run without crashing everyone's setups?
    Karlwashere: Not even joking, it felt like a fucking movie. I mean, real fucking humans charging into Minecraft. They moved fast, bled out when we hit them. This isn't some pre-rendered shit.
    BobtheCrafter: Yeah, and they're not just in Endertown anymore. I have some bad news.
    MODENNIS: What now?
    BobtheCrafter: The Roman-like soldiers? Yeah, they're sending out more armies. I just got confirmation—some of them are heading toward Craftia and the other settlements.
    Jionthegreat: This can't be real. There's no way a random mod like this would auto-spawn armies and direct them toward other players.
    BobtheCrafter: Oh, it gets worse. There's another army, but I lost track of them. Gimme a sec, I'll see if I can find them again.
    LillytheGirlMod: ok but hold up. how is this even happening? Like, what exactly did we see come out of that gate?
    MODENNIS: I'm checking the logs right now. There's no record of anything that looks like this. It's like the game's running something... but it's invisible in the code.
    Karlwashere: That's impossible. You can't run something like this without some kind of signature, right?
    MODENNIS: Yeah. but there is nothing. Nada. This gate shouldn't fucking exist.
    PraiseNotch: Yeah, and players aren't permadeath-ing either, right? They're respawning like normal. No life counters ticking down or anything, thank god.
    LillytheGirlMod: imagine if we had permadeath ON rn. jeez. we'd lose half the server.
    Karlwashere: Honestly thankful we don't have any big YouTubers in the area. Can you imagine the shitstorm if this leaked? They'd be live-streaming the whole thing, turning it into some conspiracy theory drama.
    BobtheCrafter: Yeah, but how long until someone catches wind of this? Players are freaking out in proximity chat. We're gonna have to deal with some kind of fallout.
    MODENNIS: Focus on containment for now. I don't want this spiraling out of control. We gotta figure out what the hell is going on before someone else does.
    Sexyman555: Okay, hold up. I think I found something in the code.
    LillytheGirlMod: FINALLY, some answers. What is it?
    Sexyman555: There's... something weird. A chunk of code that shouldn't be here. It's not like anything I've seen before.
    Karlwashere: Is it connected to the gate?
    Sexyman555: Yeah. But it's not just the gate. There's more to it. It's like the game's being patched from an external source... but the source is blank. Like, it doesn't exist.
    MODENNIS: Are you saying we're dealing with a ghost mod?
    Sexyman555: It's like that. I'm gonna try and trace it. Might take me a bit though. If this is coming from outside, we might have bigger problems. I need to check something real quick.
    MODENNIS: Wait, you're logging off? Now?
    Sexyman555: Don't worry. I'll be back. I just need to see something. BRB.
    LillytheGirlMod: don't leave us hangin dude wtf
    Sexyman555 flew off...
    Jionthegreat: Bro, that guy loves his mysteries too much. I bet he's already neck-deep in code.
    PraiseNotch: Seriously though, if there's no record of this, and the source is blank... how the fuck is it happening?
    MODENNIS: We're in some kind of deep glitch, or someone's hacked our server. I still don't know how it's possible for this to run without blowing up half the PCs connected.
    BobtheCrafter: Found the army.
    LillytheGirlMod: fuck, that was fast
    Karlwashere: Where are they?
    BobtheCrafter: Looks like they're near the west forest, just outside the border. Wither City is next in their path. They're still marching.
    MODENNIS: Do they look the same?
    BobtheCrafter: Yep. Same as the Endertown group. Full-on Roman cosplay, but with more horses and siege equipment. They're too detailed, and I mean way too detailed. You can see the reflections in their armor. Minecraft doesn't do reflections like that.
    SlovakianMinecrafter: That's so fucked up. I'm getting FPS drops just hearing about it.
    MODENNIS: Bob, be careful if you're gonna engage. We don't know how many glitches this thing might trigger.
    Karlwashere: Bob, seriously, don't do anything dumb.
    BobtheCrafter: Relax, I'm just gonna scout. I've got full diamond gear. I'll be fine.
    LillytheGirlMod: I've seen you die in iron to a stray skeleton. chill.
    BobtheCrafter: That was one time, Lilly. One time.
    BobtheCrafter POV

    I sprinted through the forest, trees whipping past me, the familiar landscape of Minecraft blurring together. My diamond armor clinked with every step, and I kept my sword at the ready. I could feel the tension building in my chest as I neared the edge of the West Forest. I hadn't seen the army yet, but I knew they were out there the blood of one falling of a block proved that.

    These things that shouldn't exist. I thought to myself.

    "Alright, just a bunch of NPCs, nothing to worry about," I muttered to myself, trying to stay calm. "Just scout, report back, and don't do anything dumb."

    The trees began to thin out, and soon, the forest gave way to a large clearing. I stopped dead in my tracks. There they were.

    Rows upon rows of soldiers, just like the ones Karl described—gleaming, too-realistic armor, banners flapping in the wind. Some were on horseback, others marching with shields and spears. The world around them seemed too simple, too blocky, for their presence. It was like someone had pasted a scene from a completely different game into this world.

    "Jesus…" I whispered, feeling a headache coming on.

    At first, they didn't notice me. They were too busy preparing—organizing into formations, positioning siege equipment that was way too detailed to be used in most games outside a cutscene or only in next gen games. I crouched behind a hill, peeking over the top. If this was some kind of weird mod, it was the most insane thing I'd ever seen. My brain kept flashing back to one thought: This should not exist.

    I tried typing in the mod chat.
    BobtheCrafter: holy shit. there's way more than I thought.
    MODENNIS: Stay back. Don't engage unless necessary.
    LillytheGirlMod: be careful idiot!
    BobtheCrafter: yeah, yeah, I got it. gonna get closer.
    I closed the chat and took a deep breath. Slowly, I edged around the side of the hill, trying to get a better view. There was a path leading straight to the main road, right where Wither City was.

    No way I could let them get that far.

    Alright. Time to do something stupid.

    I ran straight toward the back of their formation. The moment I cleared the hill, one of the soldiers spotted me. I could see his head snap in my direction—his eyes locking onto me. But it wasn't the blank, pixelated stare of a normal NPC. It was... focused. Too focused. Like a real person. That unnerved me for a split second, but I shook it off.

    "Come on, they are just NPCs," I muttered.

    I drew my sword and charged at the closest group. Their reaction was immediate—a horn sounded, and suddenly, the entire army was in motion. Shields were raised, and the first line of soldiers moved to meet me.

    I swung my sword, and it hit the first soldier square in the chest. The hit should've sent him flying, but instead, he staggered back, bleeding. Real blood spurted from the wound—too red, too viscous. He let out a pained scream that sent a chill down my spine.

    Not supposed to happen.

    They weren't dropping items like they should. No loot, no gear. Just... bodies. Real, lifeless bodies.

    A spear clanged off my armor, nearly knocking me off balance. Another soldier lunged at me, and I swung my sword in a wide arc, taking out two of them. But more were coming. Fast.

    "Fxck! There's too many of them!" I cursed under my breath, spinning around as the soldiers began to surround me.

    I wasn't going to last much longer. They were closing in, and my health was starting to dip. The edges of my screen pulsed red which wasn't supposed to happen.

    "Fxck this," I muttered, slamming my fingers on the keyboard.

    I quickly typed in the command: /gamemode creative.

    The soldiers paused for a split second, like they could sense something had changed. I shot into the air, flying above them, and in a few quick moves, I started building.

    Obsidian walls appeared around them in seconds. High and thick. The soldiers ran toward the edges, banging their shields against the obsidian, but there was no way they were getting through. I boxed them in completely, trapping them inside a massive, unbreakable prison.

    I hovered over them, sealing them in with an Obsidian roof. "Yeah, try and break out of that," I muttered.

    For a moment, everything was still. They were trapped, and I could breathe again.

    Now, time to figure out what the hell these NPCs are.

    I floated down into the enclosure, standing face-to-face with one of the soldiers. He glared at me, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. His armor was dented where I'd hit him, blood staining the metal. He clutched his side, wincing.

    "Alright, let's see what makes you tick," I said to no one in particular
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    I reached for the code inspector tool. I clicked on the soldier in front of me, expecting to see some kind of script or ID file that would explain what kind of mod this was.
    But instead, the moment I clicked, the soldier let out a scream.

    It wasn't the usual sound bite from Minecraft or from any other game. It was... real. Human. Agonizing.

    He dropped to his knees, clutching his head, his body convulsing like he was having a seizure. My stomach twisted. This was wrong. This was all wrong.

    The screen flickered. His body started to glitch—his form warping and distorting, like his pixels were being torn apart. His arms stretched unnaturally, his face flickering between different expressions. The sound—God, the sound—was like static mixed with screams.

    "Stop… stop, fxck, stop!" I shouted, clicking out of the code inspector. But the damage was done.

    Suddenly, the glitching stopped. The soldier collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his face pale. And then... he cried.

    Tears streamed down his face. Real, human tears. His sobs were quiet at first, but they grew louder as he curled into himself, shaking.

    The other NPCs—no, not NPCs, humans—were staring at me now. Wide-eyed, terrified. One of them, a man wearing what looked like mage robes, stepped forward and said something in that same foreign language. But this time, I caught a word. Deus.

    My blood ran cold.

    I didn't know Latin, but I knew Deus. It was from one of those RPGs I'd played a while back. It meant… god.

    "What?" I muttered, my voice shaking. "I'm not a... I'm not a god. You're just NPCs. You're just... code."

    The mage said it again, more forcefully this time but not to me but the other soldiers. Deus. The others murmured, fear evident in their voices.

    I stumbled back nearly falling off my chair, my hands trembling. My mind raced. Someone must've added AI—some insanely advanced AI—to the game. But even then… AI doesn't feel. It doesn't scream in pain. It doesn't cry.

    I had to know more.

    I reached for the code inspector again, hesitant this time. I clicked on the soldier I'd just hurt, bracing myself for whatever nightmare I might see.

    But when the screen loaded, there was nothing. No ID. No script. No mod file. No metadata. Just one line.

    FILE NOT FOUND.
     
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    • Oh shit that just shows how bad the gate being in Minecraft is like they will be tormented intentionally or unintentionally by the players and also they can literally control the gods of the setting meaning they will literally have the gods as their puppets in a I have no mouth but I want to scream situation
     
    Whenyouseeyou said:
    Oh shit that just shows how bad the gate being in Minecraft is like they will be tormented intentionally or unintentionally by the players and also they can literally control the gods of the setting meaning they will literally have the gods as their puppets in a I have no mouth but I want to scream situation
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    It wont get that bad but yeah there will be some existential horror
     
    Aww c'mon, if you're building a prison you should really use WorldEdit.

    Although I'll admit I'd probably have embedded them in bedrock by accident.
     
    Well this looks interesting, I will be watching your career with great interest!

    Memes aside, if they are having this much trouble with just normal mobs and players, how bad would the Wither be? Because those can be mass produced all at once
     
    Yeah I figured, trying to insert real people into fiction can be difficult, even if it's the persona they show on the internet.
     
    Here is the preview of Chapter 3: CODEBREAKER

    The Citadel was under siege.

    It has been a day since that Gate opened near Endertown and already few towns have fallen. The Griefhunters have been sent out to help liberate the occupied cities and destroy the remaining armies.

    They missed one and now their own HQ was under siege with only four players left to defend it.
     
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    • The Citadel was under siege.

    It has been two days since that Gate opened near Endertown and already few towns have fallen. The Griefhunters have been sent out to help liberate the occupied cities and destroy the remaining armies.

    They missed one and now their own HQ was under siege with only four players left to defend it.

    I tightened my grip on my mouse, staring at the screen as I positioned my character near the top of the Citadel's obsidian walls. My name tag hovered just above the parapet in blocky white letters: CodeBreaker1. Below me, the landscape stretched out, blocky hills and forests painted in muted greens and browns. And beyond the horizon—just far enough that we could see them coming—a massive army marched toward us.

    Romans, or whatever the hell they were. NPCs that shouldn't exist well not in Minecraft that is. There was too much realism in their movements, too much chaos in the battles for it to be the work of normal for Minecraft's engine to handle.

    I glanced down at the chat, but no messages appeared on screen. We were only using proximity chat now, trying to keep things local. Our reinforcements were scattered across the server, pushing back what remained of the armies. Most of them were fighting near the Gate itself, cutting off supply lines and holding back reinforcements. That left only the four of us to defend the Citadel. Four players. Against hundreds of soldiers, pigmen, and drake riders.

    No pressure.

    I toggled into third-person view, putting on my character's armor—full enchanted diamond for now. Might have to change into Netherite soon, I thought. Just in case.

    "Uh, guys," I said into my headset, keeping my eyes on the advancing army. "Looks like we've got incoming. Like... *a lot* of incoming."

    Grinder19, the player reinforcing the main gate, sighed audibly in the chat. "Dude, you say that every ten minutes."

    "Yeah, but I'm serious this time. Like... they're bringing drakes."

    "Drakes?" Another voice popped into the chat—Voidwalker33, currently expanding the redstone traps we had along the east wall. "Again?! We just took out a squad of them last night."

    "Looks like they've respawned or they had more," I muttered. I zoomed in my screen using OptiFine, getting a better look at the approaching horde. "Yep, definitely drakes. And, uh… is that an ogre?"

    "Fxck, man," Voidwalker groaned. "How the hell are there still armies left? The last I heard, the Gate's pretty much sealed off. Mobs keep attacking their supply camps at night."

    Grinder19 chuckled. "Yeah, thank God for those creepers, right?"

    I couldn't help but grin. Since the Gate opened the hostile mobs had been helping us as much as hurting us. Creepers, zombies and skeletons attacked anything that moved, and the Romans weren't immune to Minecraft's AI rules. Some of those mobs had wiped out entire Roman squads before we even showed up.

    But right now? That was cold comfort.

    I tapped the WASD keys, positioning my character better on the wall. From up here, the view of the Citadel's defenses looked solid—walls of obsidian, iron golems patrolling the grounds below, and TNT traps wired up to the outer defenses. Yet, knowing what was out there made me nervous. They'd brought down towns bigger than this one.

    Another voice cut in over proximity chat was JohnWick85, our best builder and trap setter. Also one of the players who lost their dogs to these Romans. "Hey, guys, you ready for the fireworks?"

    I smirked. "Always."

    "Then let's give 'em a show." He replied with a laugh.

    The first of the Roman soldiers crested the hill, marching in tight formation, shields raised in their phalanx. Their footsteps were unnervingly synchronized, the sound of metal on stone echoing through the valley as they approached the Citadel. Behind them, I could see the drake riders circling, their mounts' leathery wings flapping with slow, deliberate beats. And trailing behind were the ogres—massive, hulking creatures, their footsteps shaking the ground with every step.

    I toggled back to first-person mode and prepared for the onslaught.

    "Now or never," I muttered, my finger hovering over the fireworks I'd set in my hotbar.

    Voidwalker was the first to act. "Launching fireworks...now!"

    A rapid series of colorful explosions lit up the sky, a wild mix of red, green, and blue. The distraction worked. The drakes screeched, their riders struggling to control them as they veered away from the Citadel, giving us a brief moment to regroup.

    "Go, go, go!" Grinder19 yelled as we unleashed our second trick. Rows of TNT blocks, cleverly hidden behind dirt and gravel, exploded along the hillside. The sound was deafening, sending blocks of dirt and Roman soldiers flying into the air. A few ogres were caught in the blast visibly injuring them but not enough to kill them. Damn things were tanks.

    "That bought us time, but not much," I said, quickly glancing at my inventory. "John, how's the east wall?"

    "Traps are set," JohnWick said, his voice calm as always. "Golems are in position too. Should slow 'em down. Maybe."

    I gritted my teeth as the Romans began to push forward again. "Alright, get ready. Here they come."

    The battle kicked off with the sound of clashing metals, the iron golems meeting the first wave head-on. Their massive fists slammed into the soldiers, sending them flying across the battlefield. But the Romans weren't going down easily. They fought back with the now usual coordination. Shields locked in formation, spears thrusting forward in tight, precise attacks.

    I leapt down from the wall, landing with a splash thanks to the water bucket i used to cusion my landing. My enchanted sword was in hand, and I immediately swung it at the nearest Roman. He staggered back and blood spattered onto the ground and my sword, his face contorting in pain before he collapsed.

    "Get the ogres!" Voidwalker yelled from somewhere behind me, his voice cracking in panic.

    I spun around, seeing two of the massive beasts lumbering toward our iron golems. One of them let out a guttural roar and swung its club down, smashing through an entire line of golems. I gritted my teeth and quickly pulled out the TNT I had left in my inventory.

    "Clear the area!" I yelled, planting a block of TNT in the path of the closest ogre.

    I backed up, lit the fuse, and sprinted back toward the wall just as the explosion went off. The blast tore through the ogre's skin, sending chunks of it its insides flying everywhere. The creature let out one final roar before collapsing into a pile of blocky debris.

    "One down," I muttered, breathing hard. "Let's go for two."

    We pressed forward, cutting through the soldiers with a mix of sword swings arrows, fireworks and well-timed potions. It was chaotic, but for the moment, we were holding them off.

    Out of nowhere, a group of slender figures, armed with bows and swords, leapt over the Roman front lines and started picking off our defenses. Their arrows were faster, more accurate than anything I'd seen the Romans use before. One of them lunged at me, and I barely had time to react.

    Elves.

    I wasn't even surprised anymore.

    "Elves. Seriously? We've got fxcking elves now?!" John yelles as I swung my sword, but the elf dodged it effortlessly, moving way too fast.

    Voidwalker laughed, even as he started to get swarmed "Yeah, why not? Bring on the orcs while we're at it."

    I blocked the elf's next strike, barely managing to counter with a swing of my own. The hit connected, and the elf staggered back. I quickly followed up, landing a critical blow that sent him flying into a nearby wall. He hit the ground hard and stopped moving completly.

    But I wasn't fast enough to avoid the arrow that struck me in the back a moment later. My health plummeted, and before I could turn around, everything went red.

    YOU ARE DEAD.

    Respawning...

    I blinked as my character reappeared in the Citadel's respawn room, right next to the bed we'd set as our spawn point. The others were already there, scrambling to grab new gear from the chests.

    "We need Netherite," Grinder19 said, his voice serious. "These guys aren't screwing around."

    I nodded and quickly swapped out my diamond gear for the Netherite armor we'd been saving for emergencies. This definitely qualified as an emergency.

    Just as I finished equipping my gear, the ground shook violently. A loud crash echoed through the Citadel.

    "The hell was that?" Voidwalker asked, panic creeping into his voice.

    JohnWick froze. "The walls… the outer walls are collapsing."

    I gripped my mouse tighter as I heard the unmistakable sound of blocks crumbling and enemy footsteps echoing through the halls.

    They were inside.

    And reinforcements weren't coming anytime soon.
    Two hours later...
    The Citadel shook violently as the sound of collapsing walls echoed through the halls once again. My heart pounded in sync with the crashing blocks. We could hear them—the Romans and their allies, marching closer. Their footfalls and shouts reverberated through the stone corridors, growing louder with each passing second.

    "They're breaking through!" Voidwalker's voice crackled in my headset, panic creeping in.

    I gritted my teeth, slamming more blocks as a makeshift barricade. "No shxt! Hold them off until we can reinforce you!"

    Grinder19 was already by Viudwalker, swinging his enchanted sword at the first wave of soldiers that breached Voids barricade. JohnWick activated more Redstone traps, wiring TNT and iron doors like his real life depended on it. We fought hard, but the Romans were relentless. The elves were faster than any of us, darting across the battlefield, arrows flying with precision. We were holding them, but barely.

    Another drake rider crashed through the roof, its leathery wings kicking up dust as it strafed the wall with fire. The golems and traps bought us time, but their numbers were endless. Even with our best gear and the most optimized builds, we were wearing thin.

    Voidwalker had just finished setting up a barricade between himself and a group of pigmen when another elf lunged at him from the shadows. He barely had time to react before the sword found its mark, and his health bar plummeted.

    "Shxt!" he shouted, scrambling to recover, but the elf was faster.

    We couldn't keep this up much longer.

    Suddenly, just as I was about to take another swing at a group of advancing Romans, a new sound cut through the chaos—a sharp, staccato rhythm that I recognized instantly. TNT. But not from us. It was coming from outside the walls.

    BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

    "What the hell?" I muttered, backing up toward the parapet to get a better view.

    Through the thick smoke of battle, I saw it—explosions ripping through the advancing army, sending entire squadrons of Roman soldiers and drake riders flying into the air, their body parts flying around as did their blood. I toggled into third-person view, trying to get a clearer look, when I spotted it: an army of players pouring over the hill toward the Citadel.

    And leading them was someone I instantly recognized, even with a distinctive blue suit, a crisp black tie, and the unmistakable skin of Barack Obama covered in Netherite armor, was a figure I knew well from YouTube.

    GamerPresidents.

    "Holy shxt," I breathed out, my headset buzzing with static as the proximity chat exploded.

    "Dude! It's GamerPresidents!" Voidwalker's voice was filled with disbelief.

    Grinder19 let out a triumphant laugh, even while fighting off another elf. "Well, fxck me, we're saved by Obama."

    Behind the infamous YouTuber, waves of players charged forward, their ranks filled with familiar usernames—some griefers, some normal players, all united for once in a massive, chaotic battle. I could see creeper explosions lighting up the field as TNT traps and well-placed Redstone cannons decimated the Roman lines. It was pure chaos, but this time, it was our chaos.

    The Romans didn't stand a chance.

    Grinder19 and I exchanged looks as Obama and his army stormed into the Citadel, pushing back the remaining Romans and elves. JohnWick was setting up more traps when Obama stopped next to him, his AI-powered voice perfectly in sync with his famous persona.

    "You'll want to save those traps, John," Obama said with a smirk in his voice. "We're taking the fight beyond the Gate."

    I blinked. "Wait… what?"

    Our confusion was evident with the AI president looking at all of us and some of the other players joining him. Obama's voice, powered by an AI so eerily close to the real thing that it was uncanny, boomed out across the Citadel's remains. "Gentlemen! It appears you've missed the Summit of Server Factions."

    Summit? What Summit? My mind was spinning.

    He continued, his voice calm but commanding. "There's a truce across the server—no griefing, no infighting—until these Roman forces are dealt with. This is being enforced by the Mods. We've got a lot of work to do, and you four… well, you've got new orders and yes, you heard me correctly. The Romans came from that Gate, and the expedition is already on its way to Endertown to push beyond it." Obama turned to the rest of his army, who were busy mopping up the remaining forces. "I'll stay here with a few non-griefing players to rebuild and secure the Citadel, but the four of you? You're needed on the front lines."

    I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. "You're serious?"

    Obama's character turned to face me, his blocky avatar somehow conveying an expression of seriousness despite its pixelated simplicity. "We're all serious now, CodeBreaker. The entire server is counting on us. We need to know what's beyond that Gate. And we can't afford to lose any more ground. You've been doing good work here, but we need the best for this expedition."

    I glanced at the others—Grinder19, Voidwalker33, JohnWick85. They were all looking back at me, the same mixture of exhaustion and determination on their faces.

    "Alright," I said, gripping my mouse tighter. "What's the plan?"

    Obama smiled—or at least, I imagined he did. His voice was cool, collected, like this was just another one of his old speeches. "You're taking the rest of the army to Endertown. Reinforcements are gathering there. The Mods want to send a full-scale expedition through the Gate and find out where these Romans are coming from. Once you've joined up with them, the next phase begins. And the Griefhunters are the best"

    "The Gate..." JohnWick murmured, his mind already working on strategy. "Are we sure we're ready for that?"

    "As ready as we'll ever be," Obama said, adjusting his armor. "This whole thing shouldn't even be possible, but here we are. We don't know what's on the other side even with the rumors going around but we're about to find out."

    Grinder19 laughed, though there was a hint of nervousness behind it. "Man, I never thought I'd be taking orders from Barack fxcking Obama in Minecraft."

    Voidwalker snickered. "Yeah, well, we're past normal now, aren't we?"

    Obama's AI voice boomed over us once more. "Gather your things, gentlemen. You're going to Endertown."

    I opened my inventory, pulling out the last of my potions and enchanted weapons. There was no telling what we'd face beyond the Gate, but if we were going, we needed to be prepared.

    Grinder19 gave me a nudge. "Looks like we're heading straight to the source of the problem."

    I nodded. "Yeah. Let's finish this."

    As the army outside continued to clear the remnants of the Romans, Obama and a few players began fortifying the Citadel walls. With the siege broken, the Citadel would stand again, but now it was time for us to take the fight to the other side.

    Endertown awaited.

    AN: I am NOT American, Obama and the other president are a homage to the youtube trend!
     
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    • Thank God it wasn't AI Trump, he would just be building walls endlessly, even as they get destroyed.
     
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