After failed attempts of reviving my art experience here, I decided to give up for a while. A great story would do!

No, I do not need characters, thank you very much.

What is this story about?

Good question! But what can I only reveal now is that the main potagonist will be an EN person who is in love a BR during the Langue Servers Massacre.

Do you need chracters????

No. Nope. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Anyway, here is the PROLOGUE

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Before this war, I used to run around freely in great vast fields, pick fraises from farms, find cheese in the wild and farm potatoes. Nuts were also my favourite too. Life was free, with no one pestering you to be a good shaman and build stupid stuff when you are a mouse with independence. If you ask me to build something, I would laugh it off and walk away, but if you persist, I will spawn a cannon in your face and the next thing you would know is you were off to Narnia. Har, har.

Not like I did not want to survive. I had only met him a few times. He was a joyous fellow, even if he could not speak good English. Back when we met, Transformice was still a peaceful place, nothing to fear about except the hackers and spammers that roamed about our server. Pirate servers? Yuck! Anyway, I was in survivor as usual to train myself for any intruder that might see me dancing about the fields. I dodged every cannon and even made a few shamans kill themselves by accident.

Mice were just staring at me when one of them shouted,"HACK!" Wow. Everyone actually believed his lie and started banning me! Heck no! I had never used a single hack in my entire likfe, or even touched one of those stupid cheat engines! Well, not like this was my first time. But this time the poisonous word spreaded like wildfire and I was sure I was going to lose and get banned.

Just then, this guy just walked to the crowd and said in a weird accent,"No. She no hack. I see. She very high ping." As everyone else jeered at the young mouse, I checked my ping and to my surprise, it was about... six hundred plus, if I'm not wrong. Yuck. The young mouse ran out of the room and I followed him quick as lightning.

"Hey, thanks for defending me. Uhh... What's your name? Can I 'friend' you?" I shot many questions at once and he simply just waved.

"Me BR. Oui. Ratoqmlks."

I had heard enough spammers to learn some Brazilian, so I befriended him and we worked together. Those days were the best and warmest.

Then one day, at 2014 Valentines', I was sitting alone at a table in a restaurant, full with couples, when he arrived. I blushed quickly and we talked about random stuff.

At the midst of our conversation, Rato fell silent. I thought something was wrong and I asked,"Hey, what's wrong?"

Rato only blushed even more as he said,"Je t'aime."

That was when he took out a huge fraise with the words,"I Love u, ever." Even though his English was bad, but he sure was romantic! I instantly fell in love with him.

Ahh... sweet memories...

nice>.>

I'm excited about this .3.

Apparently noone noticed an error >_>'''' Edited

Mhaemice a dit :

nice>.>

Shardpixel a dit :

I'm excited about this .3.

Thank you!

Chapter 1

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Collapsed houses were what I only see as I walk along the fence that divides the borders of the servers. Thick grey smoke swirling around -- signs of an attack. I see crowds organising riots -- banners read,"STOP THE BRs; RETURN TO YOUR SERVERS". There would be fire everywhere you look. Everyone blamed the BRs for every fire, but I had seen it all.

Mice went insane and tried climbing over the fences -- they only get an argonising death of electricity. Any foreigner found on the streets were caught and beaten, sometimes even killed. Stepping over dead bodies got even more common and common as the riots got worse. The EN community is coming down to a mess.

I worried about Rato, but every time I checked the piles of bodies everywhere, I was relieved to see that I did not see anyone that I know. Mice carrying banners and torches raced past me -- sometimes even stopping to make sure I was one of them. I was considered "weird" for not taking part of the riots.

I tried finding a hole to silp out, but there seems to be none. I am trapped in this rioting server.

The French had hidden Tig and Meli when they saw how restless the EN mice were, probably afraid that we would find the admins to kill them. But why would we? Long story short, when there seemed to be no updates, all of EN thought that the BRs had taken them and started going insane. They even tore down the front gates and made a riot out of the BR server. I would prefer spam over fire any day.

All the foreigners had to escape -- even the ones that were pretty famous among the EN mice.

I saw the tore-down gate as I walked. Mice were going in and out of them, and there was orange and red when you looked through the gates. I ignore their shouts to join them as I continued trying to find a way to escape. However, my luck seems to be down as I got approached by a rogue mouse...

I tried running, but he caught me and I was sent through the gates with a torch. I felt burnt the moment I was forced through the gates. Trying to go back in there would be suicide -- I have to follow the flow. As we got through, I realised that the BR mice were aimed with even sharper objects. Two even tried to impale me but I kicked them and made a run for it, setting any mouse running at me on fire. Their howls filled my mind and I continued running. All I knew in my entire life was to run...

... but will I ever stop?

Cool fanfic!

Awesome fanfic! I hope you're not one of those people who will just give up on their fanfics. Can't wait till next chapter. :)

Gabreyolo a dit :

Cool fanfic!

Mellonzz a dit :

Awesome fanfic! I hope you're not one of those people who will just give up on their fanfics. Can't wait till next chapter. :)

Thank you *-*

Chapter 2

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Apparently I'm now in a hole or something.

I was running when I ran into this bush that was hiding this hole. I did not realise that until I was actually falling down. Thankfully, I'm not hurt at all, but it is really cold and dark here. What made the matter worse was that now it is night time and I cannot see anything except the occasional moonlight from above, seeping through the bushes.

At least I was trained to eat bugs and stuff. Yes, the taste is gross, but it IS food. That will tide me through for the night until when dawn comes. Also, I've just felt a piece of metal on the wall of the hole. I'll check it out when it is not so dark.

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POV: ???

Hue.

I am sitting on a chimney right now in France, watching all the chaos in the servers. Contrary to what all thought, the fights were not just in EN and BR. It has spreaded to everywhere. All the hate that was kept inside the languages, grudging their nemesis and enemies, were now out. The fires made everything seem like a movie.

I wish I have popcorn.

But hey, this is just so beautiful. No one thought I am a traitor; they simply thought I was one of them. They believed about every word I say, even when I claimed that the admins are safely hidden. Not so. They will never know. Not even when the ritual and sacrifices are complete.

But the only problem is that it's a new moon. We need a specific moon stage for the rituals to work so that we can obtain the powers from them. Ruling Transformice is a new promise for my tribe. For everyone.

This chaos is furthering disillusioning them, but they are beneficial to my clan.

This is a great way to begin.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT READ WARRIORS.

Oh shit -bumps this-

Anyways, you can see this story have multiple views

TBH I do no have a clear view of the plot so yeah.

It's way too late here to post a new chapter >_< I'll post it tomorrow or something