Hi. I'm Ninja. Part of the "Slash" Tribe. It wasn't bad. We had a base made of stone walls, with plenty of wood, stone, gold, and food.
One day, when my friend Unknown, came back from hunting, I found him badly injured. I asked him what was wrong. "I was out hunting...he coughed. "I saw people torturing innocent people, so I launched at them..." he coughed again.
"They healed without food..." he gasped. "They nearly killed me..." he added, his voice trailing off.
"Get a spawn pad." Our tribe leader, MasterOfDeath commanded.
"Sir, it won't work," someone said. "His injuries are too bad. It will take days for him to respawn."
"Doesn't matter. Do it now!" MasterOfDeath commanded.
I watched with despair, as some placed a spawn pad on Unknown as he breathed his final breath. "Who could have done this?" I asked MasterOfDeath.
"Hackers." He said, his expression grim. "The Hacking War has started."
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The Hacking War
RandomIn the world of Moomoo.io, hackers started a war to kill the 'Un-Hackers'. Betrayers, sabotagers, base raids... how on earth is Ninja going to survive?
