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Chunk Error

A young Minecraftian peeked out from behind a hill, grasping a pair of binoculars. Staring through them, is eyes wandered momentarily before settling on a Mooshroom grazing in a small clearing by the forest.

"Perfect," he said, walking into said forest. With his red baseball cap adorning his head, he sneaked through the leaves, his Mooshroom-style jeans providing the perfect disguise.

When he was behind the Mooshroom, he switched his binoculars for a pair of shears and sharpened them, training his eyes on his Mushroom prize.

Just as he reached out for the mushrooms, another person, this one with a diamond sword, came sprinting out of the trees, screaming his head off. IronCarvings nearly dropped his shears when he saw the stranger running toward him and the Mooshroom.

"HIYA!" he cried, slicing all the mushrooms off of its back and nearly tearing a hole in Iron's shirt. The Mooshroom's distinctive red colour faded to a maroon-brown as it reverted to a cow.

"Subtle," said Iron, placing a mushroom on the cow's back, changing its skin back to red, as the mushroom took root. He picked up the rest of the mushrooms and looked at the stranger's nametag. TheGreatStarRod.

Star adjusted his turban and stuck his sword in the ground as he looked at the person he'd interrupted. Specifically, his red jacket.

"Shrooms are the future, huh?" he spoke, reading the writing emblazoned across the jacket. Iron resisted the urge to slap him across the face and instead turned around and started heading back.

However, his plans were once again scuppered as an ocelot jumped at his face and knocked him to the ground. The feline pawed his face as a girl came into the clearing. She was very plain looking, with just her yellow tee and blue shorts, but she picked up the ocelot no problem and it rubbed against her cheeks.

Iron was somewhat confused, so he stared right at her. When she realized this, she spoke up. "The clothes are so I don't get caught in the branches, by the way."

This was enough to snap him out of his confusion. "W-what? Oh, sorry, I was just..." he pointed to the ocelot currently resting in her arms. "Confused by the ocelot, that's all."

"Mhm, yeah, sure," she replied, helping him to his feet. "My username's Wildforceninjastorm, but you can call me Wild."

"IronCarvings, but you can call me Iron," he said, a grin spreading across his face. The mood was swiftly dampened by Star, who said, "I suppose that's one way to become a couple."

Iron decided to give in to his urges and would have thrown the shears straight at Star's flowing robes had an explosion not occurred at that very moment, somewhere deep in the sea of oak trees, knocking many of them into the air and sending a girl flying straight into Star.

"Karma's on point today," said Wild, picking up the girl's lapis lazuli tiara. Her lime green dress had a tear along one of its purple stripes, and Iron decided it was probably because of Star's sword.

Something in the trees caught Iron's eye. Squinting, Iron saw two sets of eyes, glowing in the dark. He blinked, rubbed his eyes and barely dodged the spider jockey charging at him. The skeleton was wearing an iron helmet, and behind him was a blonde teen in a dapper pair of white suit pants and a charcoal plaid jumper. He hopped off, combed his hair back, and grabbed a bag that was around the spider's neck.

"I believe these are for youuu... what are you doing with Loghopper?" said the man to Star, who was still recovering from the shock. The aforementioned LoghoppingFreebies came to, realized where she was and started screaming and tapping her feet like she was doing the Riverdance on hot coals.

"Loghopper, stop. You're crushing that poor man." The spider boy grabbed what looked like parts of a dissected creeper and set them on the ground. Iron was tempted to go towards them and see what they were, but stopped dead in his tracks when they began rebuilding themselves into a creeper. Loghopper stopped dancing on Star, who was now breathing rather heavily, and hugged the creeper, who strangely didn't explode.

"The hell are you?" he blurted out to the spider boy, not realizing how rude he was being.

"My username is Spiderboy, although my friends call me Evan," he said, shaking Iron's hand. Iron stood dumbfounded at the events that had just occurred before his very eyes, but shrugged and said, "At least it can't get any worse."

Which, of course, was the moment everything got much worse.

Chunks began falling out of the world, taking the Oak Wood Forest with them.

"You just had to open your mouth, didn't you?" snarled Wild, hugging her ocelot tightly to her chest. The Mooshroom Iron had harvested his mushrooms from was freaking out and leaped off their chunk, but the section he was about to land on fell down too. Iron lunged out, grabbing his leg and the chunk they were on. Loghopper was screaming her head off and ran around the chunk like a headless chicken, whilst Spiderboy tried to calm her.

Eventually, the chunks stopped falling, leaving a huge chasm where the forest used to be, with nothing beneath them.

"Well, that was close," said Star, pulling his sword out of the ground. Smoke began seeping through the ground, and all Star could do was widen his eyes before the chunk exploded. Blocks flew everywhere and everything on the chunk, including the players, was flung away. The last thing any of them heard was an evil chuckle, before everything went black.

Iron woke up, slowly, opening his eyes, before closing them, as they stung of water. It took him a few seconds to realise he was underwater, but before he could start flailing, his head was yanked to the surface. He took a huge breath and started spluttering as Wild brought him over to the others. They were gathered by a door which was mostly underwater, but it was unlike anything any of them had ever seen. For one, it was a single door that took up three blocks, and for two, it had five indents in the front.

"So... what's the plan?" said Star, spinning his sword with one hand. "Those slots don't look like any item I've ever seen, and they haven't added any mods since the last one nearly crashed the server."

"Question," said Iron, alerting the three to his presence. "Where did this water come from?"

"The explosion uncovered a huge reservoir of water, and it flooded out. We used blocks to extend it all the way over here, and it's currently

Suddenly, without warning, the door swung open, and a glitched-out platform extended from the other side of the chasm, before transforming into bedrock. "Thank goodness," said a voice, and the five floating Minecraftians turned to face the hole where the door was.

A man stood there, holding a briefcase. He wore a simple dress shirt, albeit with feathers hanging from the sleeves, and plain trousers. He beckoned them to come in, and, as their only alternative was spending God knows how long treading water and building a way out of the gorge, they did so. Iron was surprised by the fact that no water seemed to enter the cove.

"Hey, old man, could you please explain what the hell just happened to us?" said Spiderboy agitatedly.

"Don't be so rude, Evan!" said Loghopper, slapping his arm.

"I said please."

"This is a day I've been dreading for a while now," said the man, who looked to be something in his 30's. He held the briefcase by his side. "An ancient evil has awoken and is threatening the land."

"So?" said Wild, clutching her ocelot to her chest. "Can't we just... move servers and get rid of this one?"

"I'm afraid not," said the man, clutching the briefcase tightly. "Its plan is to attack and invade the centre of our universe. If this evil succeeds, it will spread through and erase all of Minecraftia, and nothing will be able to stop it. That's why I have something to request of you."

"Wait, wait," said Spiderboy, in disbelief. "What evil is this?"

"Herobrine."

"WHAT?!" shrieked someone, and it wasn't until he saw everyone looking at him that Iron realized he was the one who screamed.

After what felt like ages to the embarrassed Iron, Spiderboy spoke up. "I thought Herobrine was an urban legend."

"So did I," replied the old man, "until I saw him for myself when he deleted my old server. Permanently," he finished, to underline the situation. He moved to a torchlit corner of the cove as he spoke, which had nought but a makeshift table and chair. "As far as I know, I was one of only 16 people to escape. Ever since then, I've been researching him as much as I could, so that if the time ever came, I'd be well equipped to defeat him, or at least seal him away until a method of defeating him permanently was established."

"And why should we believe you?" said Loghopper, holding onto Spiderboy's arm for safety. When the man turned back, his face was shrouded in darkness, leaving only his eyes visible.

"What do you think caused the world around you guys to just fall apart like that?"

Star opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, looking down at the ground.

"There was a cave here, with an entrance in the forest," said the man, stepping out of the shadows. "It was connected to this room via the door, and it's how I got in and out of here." He looked worried for a second, and mumbled, "I hope Josko got out of there OK."

"OK, I'll bite," said Wild. "What's your big idea for getting rid of the biggest most horrible evil to ever exist in Minecraftia?"

"You'll love this," he said, opening the briefcase. Sitting comfortably inside were five wrist-straps. Each one bore a coloured square of plastic on it, which was covered with black wool. "I found these while mining a while ago, and I've been looking for someone to use them. Now that you five have shown up, I can customize them. Give me a sec."

As he went to his table, the others looked perplexed, save Wild, who could barely contain her excitement. "GUYS, do you realize what this means?" she said, looking ready to explode.

"We've stumbled upon a crazy man who- Mmph!"

"Or, alternatively," said Iron, stuffing Star's mouth with a mushroom to shut him up, "Herobrine is going to destroy everyone and we're doomed?"

Wild shook her head so vigorously Iron worried it would come off. "No. We're going to become-"

"The Minecraft Power Rangers," finished the man, walking over to the group with the wrist-straps, which were now colour-coded and bore symbols on them; a Mooshroom's face for the red one, a diamond block for the blue, an ocelot for the yellow, a creeper for the green and some sort of fusion of a spider and skeleton for the... white... black...

"What colour is mine?"

"Oh, I just mixed the two, since I don't know which colour you'd prefer."

"So... grey?" Spiderboy asked hopefully, to which the man replied, "You'll see," and handed out the wrist-straps. "My name's Caleb Marlon, username EndOfDays. Get used to it, and to me, because you're in it for the long haul."

The quintet equipped their morphers with varying levels of energy, save for Iron, who didn't put his on at all.

"What's the problem, IronCarvings?" said Caleb, worriedly.

"It's just... I'm the Red Ranger, right?"

"Yeah..." said Caleb, wondering where this was going.

"And the Red Ranger leads the team, right?"

"...Is this going where I think it is?"

"I am not leader material," said Iron, shaking his head vigorously. "Why don't you- OW!"

"I could lead the team," said Star, spitting out the mushroom in his mouth. This was met with raucous laughter.

"You? Lead the team?" said, Wild, doubled over. "No way dude." She quickly regained her composure and turned to Caleb. "Let me lead the team, Caleb. I'm the one here most acquainted with Power Rangers, as you can clearly see by my nametag, and I only met these guys today, but I can already tell they aren't leader material. Except maybe Evan."

"All right," he said. "From now on, Wildforceninjastorm-"

"Wild is fine."

"Wild will be your leader." She hopped up and down excitedly as her ocelot climbed onto her shoulder. "I can't wait! When do we morph?"

"When trouble strikes," he replied. An explosion promptly went off in the distance, and Caleb added, "Which is now. Go morph now."

"Will do, sir," said Wild, as the quintet ran off to the far side of the gorge.

The distant explosion created a crater, out of which three creatures walked. The first was a hideous creature, a zombie whose flesh had rotted far past the usual point, stained a sickening brown. His clothes were tattered, and two veins popped out of his shoulders, joining together to create an arch behind his head. He hulked along the ground slowly, methodically.

The second could be confused for a glitched creeper from a distance. Its green face melted into a face as black as outer space, its eyes glowing a violet hue. Its body was the normal colour for a creeper, except for its sides, which were that same enderman black, and its legs were withered and grey. On either side of him was a, orb, glowing that same violet.

In the middle of these two was someone you'd be forgiven for calling an ordinary man. His skin was a light brown, his hair chestnut. His shirt was a light teal and his trousers were blue – all in all, very normal.

Except for his eyes, which glowed a brilliant white that would strike terror into the heart of anyone who saw him.

The three stood on a cliff, overlooking the world.

"Rothimus, Blathimus," said the man, smirking, "I think we've found what we're looking for."

This has been a long time coming.

The days of me looking over the original and sighing to myself are over.

Viva la revolution!

(For those that are confused, or came after the update, this chapter is a total overhaul of the previous first chapter. If anyone really wants to see that, just tell me and I'll put it somewhere for safekeeping. Also, the first four reviews (the last four you'd see scrolling through the reviews) are for that original chapter. In case you were wondering.)