Game Wars- A Minecraft Story (Threequel to Virus)

Prologue

"They're advancing! We have to leave!"

A young woman with deep blue eyes and light brown hair and a man with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes carried their two sons along the battlefield. They were rushing them to safety from the dangers behind.

"We need to get out," the father said. The Robloxians are at full power and are coming after us, the rulers of Minecraft. The army won't be able to hold them off for long. Can you conjure a portal to a new world?"

"I'll try," the mother said. "But generating a new world so large will take up too much of my code. I need your help too."

She gently placed the baby boys on the ground beside her. Then she touched the father's hands.

"Ready?" she asked.

He nodded, and his arms started shaking, his face twisting in agony as he forced out a generated world portal with his wife. They slowly raised their hands in the air, and a giant cube of light formed in the sky and slowly floated down to the ground.

The couple collapsed with exhaustion, heavily breathing. The wife peered up and saw what she had been dreading. The Robloxian army was at full charge towards them, ready to finish them off and claim Minecraft.

"We have to go," the mother said. "They're gonna kill us."

"We can't," the father said. "The portal won't close, so they'll break through and continue to chase us. So we need to kill the army-but it might kill us as well."

"The boys?" the mother whispered, eyes watering.

"We'll send them to the new world," the father reassured. "They will be the new guardians of Minecraft and will learn to survive on their own. They've inherited our special abilities, they will be fine."

She sniffed. "Okay."

The mother reached down and grabbed the sons, and started embracing them. She then grew hysterical and started sobbing and hugging them over and over again.

"They'll grow up never knowing we existed," the mother cried. "I wanted to be there for them, be the mother I've always dreamed of being..."

The father placed his hand on her shoulder. "I did too. But our children have a life ahead of them. We've lived ours. It's their time now."

The father lifted the twins and kissed them on the cheek. Then he placed them in the portal and they disappeared, never to be seen again.

A tear rolled down the father's cheek, but he quickly wiped it away as the Robloxian army was really close to them.

"Do you have your egg bombs?" he yelled to his wife.

"Forty whole stacks," she replied.

"When I say the word, you empty your inventory of them."

"But that will..."

"I'm completely aware of that. But it will also save Minecraft."

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too. I wish it didn't have to end up like this."

"But it's for the best."

"Yes."

The army was a few yards away, charging with their gear.

"NOW!" the father screamed.

The wife threw all of the eggs in the air, all 2,560 of them, and everything seemed to slow down. The Robloxians paused, and stared at all of the eggs. But they didn't know what it was until it hit the ground.

Imagine 2,560 blocks of TNT blowing up at the same time. The impact of that- it blew up the whole battlefield. Wiped out all signs of life.

It blew up the whole Robloxian army.

The impact caused the portal to close, and to leave the twins to survive together.

The impact also not only killed the army, it killed the parents. The brave couple that were never honored once because of their unknown deed that caused Minecraft to win the war... barely.

And so Roblox and Minecraft left each other to form an everlasting rivalry, and to stay within their own game.

But that war was unfinished, and will always remain unfinished.

And Roblox never forgot that outcome.