Long ago, In the land of Minecrafta there was theft, rape, murder, and violence among It's people It was Steve vs. Steve
Brother vs. Brother and everyone vs. the monsters of the night, any generousness that was show any where was rewarded
with a sword in the back. But just as all hope was seemingly lost came our savoir, CoolDudemc_Mod1337 also know as "Mod"
To those he worship him He came with New Ideas and ways of living he came with new food, weapons and for the first time
ever, peace.
However anything good will always create fallout. some refused to indulge in Mod's ideas and claimed that their life was
perfect just the way Notch him self made it, they also believed, whoever was tempted into Mod's "new ways of life" was to be sinner in the eyes of Notch. Arguing became fighting, and fighting became war the two Factions clashed needless to say the believers of Mod over powered even the greatest of enchantment or the strongest of potions That the believers of notch used
To Mod's believers this was a victory, but to Mod this was a slaughter. He had come to create peace but instead created war. Overcome with grief he toke his own life by drinking poison, taking a life time of secrets. seeing this as a opportunity, The believers of notch attacked, claiming a victory of their own. As the war raged on a truce was called for a 1000 year break so that both sides may recover from the substantial loses.
It is said that one day a great hero will arise wielding a weapon of amazing and terrible power, an-"d bring harmony to all the land." The boy finished, closing the book and allowing the calmness of his surroundings to slowly lower his eye lids "It's a shame they never lived to see that hero." he said as he drifted off into a deep peacefully sleep
