Aw, that's sad, Tristo
Well, here's my story. It's more of a tragedy.
Once upon a time, there was a Squigjarl Squiggley1. He saved me from the boring abyss of singleplayer by sending me a link on Facebook... "http://www.kiwike.se" I clicked it, and fell in love. I read every little bit of text I could find on the site as I awaited for my acceptance to the whitelist.
A few tedious days later, I was finally whitelisted. I logged on, and found myself in the middle of a snowy tundra, with my only guide being the few people online (Squiggley1, Tristo999, and Android24457). I called out for help, hoping someone knew where I was. Of course, nobody did, so they recommended I typed /kill. "Oh, no you don't. I know what that does, I'm not stupid," I replied. Guess I didn't really get multiplayer yet. Eventually, I fell into a pit and died, which re-spawned me in the middle of a beautiful city, with hotels and shops and everything imaginable around me. It was amazing. I had never imagined anything of the sorts, since the only architecture I had ever seen on Minecraft was my dirt shack and a lamppost.
I asked Squiggley where I was, and he told me I should be in the spawn town of Mavenholm. He told me to wait a bit as he trekked over to it. The rest was a blur when he found me, for the next thing I remember was strolling around in Dracko. Of course, I couldn't tell the difference between the two towns, so I really didn't care where I was. He told me to wait outside, when he ran into a small house outside the town and returned outside with glorious iron armor, the likes of which I had never seen before, and a pack of 7 wolves trailing behind him. Then, my OCDs kicked in (I have Tourette's, these OCDs are really intense), and I clicked the mouse on one of the puppies. Something glitched, and left me in a house with a dead dog, half a heart left, and 6 angry dogs staring at me from outside. I found a chest, ate up, and waited for the dogs to calm down. By then, it was night.
"Let's keep going," Squiggley told me. I was really confused why we would try to travel at night, but I gave in anyways. 5 confusing and lag filled minutes later, we arrived at a small valley, which would soon become the wonderfully nostalgic town of Aurora. Thinking back, I really hate Squiggley for picking such an awful spot; we were surrounded by 3 mountains on each side, which I would eventually have to spend hundreds of gold worth of TNT to remove.
We dug a hole in the side of the mountain, and drifted off to sleep. When we awoke, we began to do the basic tasks of land clearing, house building, and eventually, town creation! We got our friend Erik (who you all know as Thornax) to start playing on Kiwike, and then Tristo tp'ed on over to do his mod magic stuffz to make us a town
We gathered together a few more friends, and built the highly RP based yet secluded town of Aurora. It was a raider's dream, since we had no idea how to use VIP plots, how to block our doors, or how to block our chests. Nevertheless, no raider ever managed to find us. Except for one person, to whom I acted very hostile until we became great friends. Valkenvania. He was wandering around outside, when we found him and took him into our outside camp. After some rather intrusive interrogation, we welcomed him with open arms into our town. He was a quiet guy, who lived in his inn, and spent most of his time hiking out in the wilderness looking for explored caves to mine out. Somehow, he always managed to find quite a bit of minerals, and split nearly all of it with the town members.
Then, Squiggley decided to invite a few friends. Manofar, who he hadn't spoken to since 4th grade, and Franchestka, who I mustn't speak of outside of private messages. Manofar was a... notsobubbly guy. He trusted nobody but Squiggley, and was constantly arguing with me. It eventually erupted into battle, and we spent all our time hiding our things, and protecting our houses like they were separate countries.
Then, there was Franchestka. How he joined the town, I am not at liberty to say. But what he did was horrendous. He stole every bit of valuable items from every house in the town. One day, Valkenvania caught him digging around in his chests, and declared one on one war with Fran. When I declined both of the two parties' requests for aid in the war, Fran raged. He (apparently not a she) erupted my house into nothingness with TNT, and filled the whole thing with lava. Despite Squiggley's arguing with me about how I was acting immature, I ignored him. I gathered my valuables, and ran into the nether, never to return again until the two of them left the server. I can tell you now, that Franchestka wasn't just some random troll. Franchestka was, rather, the account of Terinon's mother, who he used to destroy Aurora, and once again blow up Midgar.
I strolled on over to Tullius, when I met an, at the time, seemingly friendly fellow. His name was LittleBlackout, and he was extremely defensive of his territory. He killed me on sight, and gave my things back when I returned, since I told him that Asdf wanted me to join his town. I spent the majority of my days in Tullius, watching the progress as the Diamond and Olympia were formed. One day, ImaKillerNinja and I decided to make a little heart at the end of the Tullius road (which you can still see now).
"LOLTHAT'SGAY" we we heard from a distance. Looking off the edge of the waters, to the small island ahead of us, we saw LittleBlackout and Squigels123 standing above the sunset, laughing at us. "COMEATMEBRO" I yelled back. They did, actually. And I must admit now, that that was one of the biggest lines ever said in the history of this map. I created a war, which created a hatred so strong, that it created another war. And another. Olympia declared war on Tullius, a war which was really one sided, them raiding out doorknobs, and us laughing from the roofs of our houses. Nevertheless, the fear of stepping outside was so great, that we talked to the staff about having them moved, even though they weren't really breaking any rules. They did, and the new town was formed, off in the middle of nowhere was the new town of Cicatrix. From there, you all know the story. A masterly formed barricade of outposts was formed around Cicatrix, which managed to crumble the town in days.
After living in Tullius, I got rather bored. I moved around countless times, until I found the town of my dreams, Halren. This whole town business is rather chaotic, so I'm just gonna end this here to prevent your minds from imploding.
