In the small quaint village of Forculi nearing the border of Breznick, PilotMan enters the Adventurers Guild Building to submit the quest items. Inside were a lot of colorful people, aside from the usual darb of the Medieval times, the players inside were all sorts, from Elves, Lizardmen, Halflings and ordinary Humans. Knights, Rangers, Archers, to Clerics were also present in the lively location. The place was bustling and full of life, PilotMan walks over to the counter and immediately interacts with the NPC on the desk. Only one Tesseract was needed for the quest, so he gets to keep the extra two.

Curious if he could spend the extra two, he walks along to the Guilds Questboard, in the open dining and meeting area of the building to see if any game generated quest or player request needed one. Looking over to the right, he sees a poster next to the Guilds recruitment adverts. It was a wanted poster for anyone seen using modern equipment dating 17th-21st Century, the ones ordering it were “all existing player Kingdoms” and willing to pay for each captured player or skeleton soldier. Five Hundred - Fifteen Thousand Gold for capturing one player with modern equipment, highest payments for those more equipped in more modern armor.

He overhears a small party taking their picks on the bounties, one mutters, “Chief, are you seeing this? People like us is merely just pocket money to the kingdoms, like fuck this ain’t even a whole day’s worth of grinding gold, this would just barely pay for repairs.

With a swift smack over the head, The Chief retorts, “Quiet down fool, worse case scenario is we’d be shooting our way out of here so keep your head down and shut it. We’ll be regrouping with the rest of the squad soon…”

Ignoring them, he moves along outside and removes his horses' rains from the wooden log. On his way outside of the town, he opens his player tab and heads over to Guild and opens the Guild group chat.

“PilotMan: @all I’m all good. Where are we meeting?”

“BleedingHearts: On an Outpost near the top of Mount Eldar.”

“PilotMan: Why do I have the feeling that this is gonna make me take the long way around?”

“MustardLovingBarrel: We’re all goods here. All C-5 Galaxy’s and C-130s are accounted for.”

“BleedingHearts: Rog John, headed there too. Any transport that could pick us up? It's gonna be a long run if we head up there by horse.”

“FirstHashashin: I’ll dispatch some Humvees and MRAPs to go pick you guys up.”

“PilotMan: Thank you big boss.”

“BleedingHearts: Are the rest of the Knights ready?”

“MustardLovingBarrel: Yepper, they’re all here and accounted for, except for the ones in the Navy.”

“FirstHashashin: We're we able to complete the second Iowa class Battleship?”

“MustardLovingBarrel: @Carjackers147 Was the second Iowa-class battleship completed?

“PilotMan: Wait, we’re using the Battleships?”

“BleedingHearts: Ohhh, I’m excited!”

“FirstHashashin: Hell yes we are, Breznick and Libertus have so many players inside the Abandoned city. We’ll have to level the entire place. @Carjackers147 @MustardLovingBarrel @PilotMan @BleedingHearts”

“Carjackers147: Hai, BB-02 is not fully finished, It's crewed but Turret 1 is still needed to be refitted with two more 406. I’d also would like to politely ask for more skeletons to use in manual labor.”

“MustardLovingBarrel: Can we complete it within a few days?”

“Carjackers147: Hai. Though the battle would already be at its peak when I could release it.”

“MustardLovingBarrel: Good enough for me.”

“FirstHashashin: Asayama san, go with the current fleet you have, just bring the second battleship when it can.”

“Carjackers147: Hai, Hassan-sama. It shall be done.”

“PilotMan: Heh, this feels awfully ironic.”

“MustardLovingBarrel: Just get your asses over to Mount Eldar and prepare for transport.”

“PilotMan: Rog.”

“BleedingHearts: No prob.”

PilotMan heads over to his inventory and presses the “Map of North America Server”, it materializes in front of him and he looks at the direction he needs to go.

“A few hours give and take. Let’s go then.”

He grips the rains of his horse and tugs it, the demonic creature starts running at an extremely high speed. Without a thought, its pace was unstoppable, fast and aggressive and showed no stopping unless ordered by its master.

“Bahamut, I want you to keep quiet and stay in my pockets. You’ll be our emergency Ace if things go south.”

A lowly and tired growl comes out his jacket’s pocket. After two hours of nonstop running, the horse reached the base of Mount Eldar, the hilly terrain made it a bit longer as the horse had to zigzag through the dense trees and bushes. Below the large mountain, Two Squadrons of US Rangers with MRAPs await PilotMan’s arrival. He pops out of the bushes and the skeletons immediately salute him.

“At ease.”

The Rangers drop their right arm and open the rear passenger door of the MRAP for him. He enters and once again opens his player tab and goes into chat.

“Pilotman: @BleedingHearts Alright, I’m headed to the base. Let’s do this.”

“BleedingHearts: I’ll be there in a few minutes, Paul. You go on ahead.”

Inside their main air base at Eldwood forest, the Blackhawk transport helicopter ferrying PilotMan arrives at the Helipad near the cargo hangar. The sun is beginning to set and the cargo planes that once aligned the large airbase are all gone and replaced with B-52H high altitude bombers all with their engines turned on and ready for flight.

As he exits the Blackhawk, KC-135 Stratotankers for midair refueling take off from the main runway. MustardLovingBarrel arrives in an open top Humvee. He walks up to Paul, commenting about the airbase’s atmosphere.

“It's quite a busy day isn’t it?”

“Well, the invasion is about to start. What about the Russians?”

“They have multiple squadrons of Ekranoplan Seaplanes ready to beach and their Carrier group is ready for action.”

“With this much firepower, you’d think we’d be crushing Godzilla.”

“We’ll show Breznick and Libertus what it means to fight a man's war. Dipshits dare to take over our city and steal the modern stuff we made? Heh. Like we’ll let them after defeating us once.”

Another Blackhawk helicopter arrives and lands next to Paul’s ride. A large man decked in dark knight armor with a devil-like helmet exits. In a funny tone, he comments on the person who just joined the party.

“If it ain’t edgelord number two.”

“Then that makes me edgelord number three.”

“Yo yo yo, if it ain’t the autists of Dark World VR.”

“Hey dingus.”

“Nice of you to show up all decked out. What the Hell are you doing? Aren’t we supposed to be in disguise?”

“Look, not like you guys, I love my armor. This Dark Knight armor of mine is a part of me and I don’t like being a Skeleton. Not feeling anything is weird.”

“More like that set of armor is the only badass thing you have in your inventory.”

“OHHHH!”

“At least I don’t look like a school shooter with that all black suit and fedora get up off your weeb.”

“Better than being an edgy tin can trying to fit in with the Demon Lord's army.”

“AHAHAHA, Yea. Well, now what John?”

“Yea, Trevor and Paul. Go to your Spell Books in your player inventory and activate transmutate. Turn into skeletons yourselves.”

“Ugh, I hate being a skeleton. Can’t feel anything since it has no skin.”

“Just go with it.”

Both PilotMan and BleedingHearts both open their player tabs and scroll down below inventory and open the game's Spell Book. Both of their Spell Book materialize and they turn the pages of the large book.

Transmutate(Lvl: MAX): Gives the player the ability to turn into any humanoid being they wish. At max level, they could stay as this being no matter how long they wish and return back to their true form any time they wish. Type of creature is dependent on the player's level. The higher the player, the higher form of the creature they wish to become is what they’ll turn into.

Both players cast the special spell and turned into high level skeleton commanders. Clad in Medieval Knight armor, the two look like they came straight out of a Dungeon floor. PilotMan could just laugh at the fact that they actually don’t look apart from the ones you’d encounter in high level fights against Skeletons.

“Are you two cozy there? Change into the ones I’m wearing. Go to the Aircraft Traffic Control tower and on the second floor is the Officers Lockers. You should be able to find a replica US Army General Service Uniform there. Also, we remodeled them to be jet black and replaced the symbols with Eldwoods, but you Paul will have the green one.”

“I’d like to say stuff this NPC would say but since we’re on the clock. Let’s do it.”

“Man, I look cool as heck. I should use this spell more often. RAR! DESTROY ALL HEROES!”

“Dimwit, we have no use for it. We’re Knights. Twenty four seven, we’re kitted in the heaviest, spikiest, and bulkiest armor known to man.”

“Well, being a skeletal dark knight commander would be cool ain’t it? Like, I’d be a walking Raid boss with the health of a player.”

“You have a point, but save that for Halloween where we can troll low level players.”

“Hot damn, you guys are autistic... I’m in.”

“YEAAA, Let’s do that then.”

“I’ll reserve some time for that. Scare some players, acting like roaming bosses out in the forest. AHAHAHA! Rookie Village is gonna be lighting up its bonfires that’s for sure!”

The trio then heads off into the open top Humvee and rides it to the Aircraft Control Tower located in the middle of the airbase. As the Humvee drives along the tarmac, the loud sounds of the B-52 H's engines drown any attempt to converse between the three. Instead, they threw gang signs and middle fingers at one another. Laughing and having a good time.

As they entered the Air Traffic Control building, the two looked out of place immediately, and ran off to the second floor. With heavy clunking as their armor parts clash with the tiles on the ground. They quickly get changed into the uniforms and head back downstairs.

The atmosphere suddenly changed as these three skeletons, wearing General uniforms met one another. A sinister air becomes apparent in the aura of the room. MustardLovingBarrel, with a smirk on his tone says

“It’s time.”

The three walk outside of the Air Traffic Control building and back into the open top Humvee. Tears for Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule the World plays, the Humvee rolls along the giant airbase. Bombers await for their clearance to fly and Apache attack helicopters spool up their engines. Fighter planes and their sonic boom are heard as they zoom through the skies of the airbase.

The Humvee stops at an MH-47G Chinook, the all black tandem rotor helicopter already had their Black Ops soldiers inside.

The trio casually walks into the Chinook, with their Blue glowing eyes that makes them stand out with the casual soldiers with the Red glowing eyes. The ramp slowly closes and extra troops board a backup MH-60L DAP Blackhawk armed with Hellfire missiles.

Inside the Chinook, the roaring sounds of the engine and the chatter of the members of the former Knights of Eldwood fill the hold. A ping is heard. A message is sent to their guild chat.

“FirstHashashin: It's time to roll. Everybody’s online and loaded up. @all”

“Carjacker147: The fleet is headed to the port of the City Zero One.”

“PilotMan: Affirmative, I’ll blitz into the city center with my mechanized force.”

“BleedingHearts: The Sniper team I sent with the AC-130 Gunship reports that Breznick’s offensive against Libertus was successful. It's now or never.”

“MustardLovingBarrel: Affirmative, four flights of B-52s have just taken off. They’ll be staying at Angels Three-Zero-Zero.”

“KrankenWagen: This is Escobar, my Marines are prepared inside the Nimitz. All UH-1Y Venoms and Seahawks are prepared for take off on the pads of the Arleigh-Burke Class Destroyers.”

“blackjackpecker: Admiralty here, F/A-18s all carrying GBUs and Sidewinders are prepped for take off. I’ll empty the Nimitz carriers of all their strike wings.”

“FirstHashashin: Await for my signal. We’ll launch the attack with our Russian brethrens. And Paul, do not release Bahamut. We’ll keep her as an Ace, I do not want our companions to be rolling around the battlezone. They might get hit in the confusion.”

“PilotMan: Roger.”

As the battle rages on, ElizadeathMotherf with ElvenBroThomas12 has slashed and dashed their way into the Port. The Army of Libertus has retreated and regrouped at its wall. The derelict concrete structure was still able to hold out Breznick’s attacks and another stalemate occurred thanks to the arrival of Libertus’ special Knight force and Dragon rider reinforcements. The street was littered with fallen weapons, craters that made the already tired road even more battered and destroyed. Cracks on the dilapidated buildings became more apparent as the fighting damaged them more.

Colored in shining Blue and Red armor the Special Knights are high level players that specialize in Ice and Fire magic and are able to hold out against skilled opponents with pure magic and swordsman skill. Breznick once again was met with a standstill. The Moon is high in the sky and the lanterns and torches fill the streets where their forces have control. Patrols were already out and about, looking at every alleyway and basement for any stragglers or partisan teams wishing to go and destroy their logistics.

Frustrated, ElizadeathMotherf requested for High Command to attempt a counteroffensive with the Dragons they have on the airport. But multiple times, no one responded from the messages, even the Guild chat was silent. The air inside her field command tent is getting anxious and heavy as it dawned on them that they might end up in another uphill fight against an equal foe.

“Where are those blasted generals? If we push now, we have a chance to break the spine of Libertus. Knight Commander, anything from them?”

“I apologize ma’am, High Command’s last message was that they spotted massive movement from the rear of the Airport. They think Libertus is attempting to strike from behind.”

“Impossible. If they were to do that, they’d have to go around the entire city. We’d be sure to spot that.”

All the while, ElvenBroThomas12 is looking hard into the map on top of the table. His eyes are full of confusion, unable to see what could have silenced such a massive airport.

“Sir Anthony, has anything come to you?”

“I apologize Miss Elizabeth. Thinking hard about it now, I find it hard to believe Libertus is able to send a force large enough to take on the airport. Whatever it is, it could either be a third party, or assassins.”

They suddenly hear a deafening boom from the skies, as if lightning just flew past them. The three Knights in the room instinctively unsheathe their swords and run outside, where a Dragon Rider from Breznick has fallen from the skies. The Wyvern’s entire rear up to the legs was blasted off but the Rider was well alive. ElizadeathMotherf immediately runs to the man and asks him

“What could have done this to you?”

“Jets ma’am! Fighter Jets! They’re back!”

Everyone within the vicinity immediately becomes still, as if they just turned into rocks. Curious and scared, ElvenThomas12 asks the player if anyone was still alive at the airport.

“Tell me now, is anyone in the airport still alive?”

“No sir, everyone’s dead. They sent me here to tell you to retreat.”

Even more frustrated, ElizadeathMotherf starts showing the stress on her face. MotorideKiller, the Breznick Officer approaches the Dragon Rider.

“What did they send? Helicopters?”

“No sir, they sent tanks, jets, helicopters and armored vehicles!”

“Oh God… they’re back and even more equipped than before.”

“Let’s all collect ourselves. Even if they have tanks, those won’t be enough to stop us. We can simply rip through their armor without a hitch with this magic.”

“No, what's scary here is that right now, they can merely send missiles after us, killing us all and forcing us to respawn at the Kingdom which is hundreds of miles away. Without modern vehicles, it’ll take us days to reach this place again while it would only be a few hours for them.”

“Ma’am, we must run now. Before they make a move.”

“I agree, we shou-”

Suddenly, massive explosions rattle the street, the derelict streetlights of the city fall into the ground and windows high above the buildings shatter, becoming little knives and wounding soldiers not wearing their helmets. The entire port is lit up like a campfire. Missiles coming from the direction of the airport hit the port with deadly accuracy. The bombing lights up the entire block and its surroundings, killing not only the special Knights but also the grunts and the Dragons. The ones that tried to take off were simply swatted from the skies by the sheer force of the explosions.

Surviving Libertus soldiers climb over the Ports wall and run towards the direction of Breznick, they drop their swords and arms in a panic and run into enemy lines.

“DON’T ATTACK THEM! ALL SOLDIERS STAND DOWN!”

The soldiers of Libertus cower behind the covers of Breznick’s and the two player Kingdom seemingly united against one powerful foe. Little to their knowledge, an MQ-9 Reaper Drone is flying high above them, watching their every movement.

After the bombardment of the port, the soldiers of Breznick set their differences aside and help heal the soldiers of Libertus, even equipping them with new swords and shields. The sun slowly rises over the old and worn city, Both the soldiers of Breznick and Libertus gather together in front of the field tent where the Knights are. A high ranking soldier in Libertus’ army steps in front, he kneels with his sword, lunges into the ground with his right hand gripping it tightly and introduces himself. reeman45, he’s the surviving Officer of the Knights of Libertus.

“Hello Miss Elizabeth, Sword Saint of Breznick. My name is Sir Benny, First Lieutenant of the 36th Guards Regiment of Libertus. I’d like to propose an alliance with you. To get ourselves out of this peril.”

“Mhm. Stand up Lieutenant, we must get out of here.”

The two armies seemingly unite and gunshots are heard from the outskirts of the city. Automatic gunfire and cannons are heard roaring from both the side of Libertus and Breznick. As the sun’s rising shine engulfs the city, the war turns into a bloodbath.

The soldiers from both sides are landlocked from two large modern armies using lifeless skeleton soldiers as their warriors. ElvenBroThomas12 and reeman45 planned to take a team into the Bus terminal and see if some of the buses could run and take them away from the city while ElizadeathMotherf was to hold out the street they have near the Ports till they could find an exit. MotorideKiller was to keep the perimeter guarded and secured.

While inside the Port, Destroyers have dropped their anchors, and General Escobar, the leader of the Marine Corps personally leads his men into battle. A UH-1Y Venom drops them near the shoreline and he and his men rise from the deep water, with death in their eyes.

ElvenBroThomas12 and reeman45 with their Knights sneak through the city, block by block. As they continue onwards, the more they hear roaring sounds of vehicles and the fly over of Blackhawk Transport Helicopters and Apache Attack helicopters becomes more frequent. Nearing the Town Hall in the middle of the city, about two kilometers from the port, they suddenly hear the sounds of a turbine engine nearing them. ElvenBroThomas12 immediately signals for the Knights to hide within the derelict alleyways and worn buildings.

In cover, an M1A2 Sepv3 Main Battle Tank appears from the road that leads to the town hall, guarded by a squad of skeleton soldiers. The armored vehicle was following the pace of the infantry as it scanned the road directly in front of them. A player pops out of the hatch, even though his character is a skeleton, he stood out with how animated he was compared to the rest.

“Ogre to Swift, units reporting little resistance.”

“Copy Ogre, continue your advance, other units are reporting heavy fighting on the Eastern side.”

As the armored vehicle and the soldiers pass through them without detecting the players, they continue onward, encountering a Humvee pulling captured players with chains. Skeleton soldiers were collecting swords and shields and loading them up on M939 trucks and civilian dump trucks. Some of the piles were so much, they had to get CAT D7 bulldozers to load it up on the trucks. reeman45 curiously asked ElvenBroThomas12 about the scene happening below.

“What’re they doing? Why are they collecting those?”

“I don’t know myself but I get the feeling that they’ll be using this for their undead army.”

“I guess so, c’mon. The Bus terminal shouldn’t be any farther. Libertus had an encampment there before.”

After a few more minutes of walking, the group reaches the Bus terminal. Formerly an encampment for the Army of Libertus, there an army of worn coach buses litter the terminal. Aging and rusting from months of neglect. The terminal itself has a calming feel to it, with the overgrown leaves crawling through the concrete and the sun’s shine falling down on the terminal while sounds of battle, guns firing and engines roaring were heard from afar.

“Everyone, stay low and move in. reeman, enter through the front, Me and my Elves will go through the parking lot.”

“I got you. Men, Great Knights of Libertus, let’s go.”

As the two groups split and enter the bus station, they encounter a platoon sized skeleton group that seems to be wearing the uniform of the United States Marine Corps.

While on the Breznick-Libertus camp near the airport, they’ve been doing brutal close quarter combat. ElizadeathMotherf stands atop a M1A2 Abrams, the barrel was sliced clean and its crew stumped down on the turret, she looks down on the skeleton soldiers gunning down the Knights trying to take cover from their assault rifles.

“Absolutely disgusting… Do you call yourself an army? Where, you gun down people from afar rather than facing them head to head?!”

The turret suddenly turns and its coaxial machine gun starts firing at the Knights in cover. The M1A2 Abrams suddenly shifts backwards, forcing Elizadeathmotherf to grab into the barrel of the top mounted M2 Browning. She then pours mana into her Golden sword, powering it with holy light, she digs it through the top of the turret, slicing from the left to the right. The hatch on the turret opens and a tankman with a carbine rifle pops out. The skeletal crewman unloads an entire magazine into her, but it only dings off her armor. The undead immediately drops his M4 and grabs the Glock 17 on his vest. But before he could touch it, his head was already flying away from the tank.

The tank suddenly comes to a grinding halt, throwing Elizadeath off of the turret and into the street. The battered Main Battle Tank then starts driving into her.

“Oh Holy Light of the Gods, bring upon me the power to strike down this metal beast in front of me. To destroy the machinations of man.”

Her sword powers up and she points it at the charging 67 ton tank at her, a large beam was emitted out of the tip, vaporizing the tank and a portion of the street it was on. Blasting a path and destroying the derelict buildings.

Looking back at the street that leads to the camp, dead Knights and Grunts from both Breznick and Libertus litter the street. As she walks back, the bodies around her start despawning and the atmosphere of the street becomes eerie. As she nears the camp, she sees one of the soldiers pointing upward into the sky behind her. With the speed of a fly, she turns around looking at the Hellfire missile fired upon her. She hunkers down and her shield materializes.

The Air to Ground missile hits her shield dead center and she’s sent flying. Immediately making a small cross and looking at her HP. It took out a portion of her health instantly. She looks around the street and sees a manhole a few meters from her amid the battle between the Knights and Riflemans. She stands up and makes a dash to it. Another missile is incoming and with her sword, she flips the manhole over with its tip and dives in. Just a few seconds later, it lands on the road a few meters from the manhole.

Tired and alone. She walks deeper into the sewer, in the direction that heads back to the camp they have. Though the smell was atrocious, she couldn’t care less after experiencing hell once again. After some time, she finds another manhole cover that leads right inside their camp. She looks around and sees the despair in the air, the Knights and Grunts all look defeated and wanting to go home while others have already quitted.

Some just outright go offline. Not wanting to be a part of the slaughter. She looks down on her dirtied armor, once shining and gleaming, now scratched and damaged. Many of the gunfire that started in the Morning are all gone. A few potshots are being heard from both sides. It seems that only the stragglers remain within the abandoned city.

Looking around to think of a way to get out of the situation, the Lady Knight starts looking around the streets, checking the alleyways and buildings. But after finding nothing, she looks back at where she came from, and with a spark of inspiration, she realizes that they can use the sewer to go to the Bus terminal, with the player map of the city, they could easily navigate through it and arrive at their destination without having to meet much resistance and meet up with the other two. She runs to the command tent to alert MotorideKiller, but only his Sergeants are there.

“Where’s Motor at?”

“He died a few moments ago. A missile from a drone hit his post.”

“O… I see…”

The already sad atmosphere of the camp becomes solemn as the dead despawns and respawns hundreds of miles from the abandoned city. Elizadeath suddenly lights up, pressing her hands down on the war table.

“Look, I know it's tough but we can still escape this. We’ll use the sewers and head to the bus terminal. It's located on the outermost part of the city and is pretty much next to the highway that leads outside of this base. I’ll contact reeman and Sir Anthony and tell them we have another way. Now everyone, look up, we can still make do.”

The Sergeants leave the tent and start spreading the new plan. Elizadeath opens her player tab and contacts the two Knight commanders.