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We were peaceful. We lived together, helped each other out. We built bases, stores, farms. Traded with the locals. Everything seemed to be in perfect balance. We don't really know what changed. It started with just one person. He walked into the local village. Though everything seemed normal, as the locals came out to great him, they were meet with silence. Slowly he drew his blade and let out the most devilish scream. He went on a rampage. He killed them all and burned it to the ground. After the remains of the first attack was found, suspicion grew. Neighbor turned on neighbor. The destruction was beyond anything we could comprehend. When it was done this who survived found they no longer had their bases, their shops and farms were gone. They had to start over somehow. As the first person stepped up to a tree, and hit it with all his might, they knew they could do it.
Season 2 : Lost
Starts on September 30 , 2020
Life was peaceful. We lived together, helped one another. We built bases, stores, and farms. We traded with the locals. Everything seemed to be in perfect balance. No one really knows what changed.
It started with just one person. He walked into the local village. Though everything seemed normal, as the locals came out to greet him, they were met with silence. Slowly he drew his blade and let out the most devilish of screams. He went on a rampage, killing them all and burning the entire village to the ground.
After the remains of the first attack were found, suspicions grew. Neighbor turned against neighbor. Death and destruction became a constant companion. The Great Demise was upon us.
As the world descended into chaos, two rivaling factions, the Bloodfangs and the Guardians, came together to escape. It was decided they would build a ship together; one big enough to take them all away. The only condition was, the first island they found would belong to the Bloodfangs, with the Guardians sailing beyond the horizon. This was thought to be the perfect solution...
Until that night.
As the storm descended, it felt as though Poseidon himself willed dead upon everyone. The crew was thrashed about for hours on end. Unable to control the ship, all anyone could do was hold on and pray they weren't plunged into the deep.
As morning broke, the storm dissipated, and the true tragedy of their situation was realized. With the sails in tatters and the rudder broken they were hopelessly adrift. The warring factions knew only one could survive. As they readied their weapons, someone saw it. In the distance was a giant mushroom; they were drifting towards an island, but with only one island, who would be the ruler?