000 — Prologue

A long time ago, this server wasn't what it seems to be. It used to be some ordinary survival multiplayer server with nothing out of the ordinary. It used to be lively, active, and most especially.. fun. Everyone was getting along—playing along, even. This server has been up for years, with new and veteran players playing as time flies by. Though, not everything lasts—and eventually, this server's files become corrupted until it became unplayable.

...
Or so it seems.

Out of the blue, the server's status becomes active once more after years of being abandoned—whereas its name only became a mystery to the community itself. Yet, it went alive out of the blue. As you enter it, you noticed how.. odd everything looks. Some of your surroundings are censored in black, some entities looks.. messy. Yet, as you turn around, what sits infront of you is something that isn't normal for a minecraft world.

A crystal that hovers over the entire spawn as it is supported with its dark, corrupted claws. Its light glows with authority and power, granting life to the lifeless. As you spawn, you notice that this server seems.. oddly familiar to you—yet, you cannot recall your past life in here. That is, if you had any to begin with. You looked at yourself, you noticed.. you're one of them. You're one of the corrupted that you ever feared upon first encountering this world. You're mutated. You have been mutated with the mobs you may see here, some have gained their abilities, some have mutated features from them.

Yet one thing for sure, whatever corruption lies here—you are one of them.
And one thing for sure,
Someone out there must've brought you here.
Its a mystery to unravel.

. . .