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Blood on the seaside
Snowchester, January, 21, 2021. The celebration of a new nation. Who once was fighting for the rights of freedom, then fell down on the seaside turning it all blood red. We call this the blood sea, if you want to see why follow me.
“Today we shall celebrate the bond of a new nation,” Tubbo stated, “we shall throw a banquet! Nothing shall ruin this day!” But no one knew what crept along in the bushes of the snow, they don’t know who or what was listening. As he spoke, in a grand tone he declared “This is the promised land. Everyone's welcome, except for the boy in green.” That boy had heard this statement, and decided to repent.
Later on that day as the banquete was getting to the climax, he striked. Everyone gasps, “You didn’t expect to see me did you?” the man in green had said this “well, let me introduce myself, my name is Dream. Dreamwastaken.” “You're not supposed to be here Dream!” yelled Ranboo “You are banned from Snowchester until the day this nation is thrown over!” Dream then looked at him with an evil grin, “Well then I guess this nation ends today.” They tried to stop him, with Skeppy and Tommy cussing, Badboyhalo yelling “LANGUAGE!” everytime they did so, Philza trying to keep Micheal out of combat, everything was unraveling faster than a spool of thread or a twitch stream could be started. “He’s been manipulated by Dream!” Phil yelled from the sky, everyone looked around, Technoblade then hit Philza out of the sky for giving away his position. It was a race to catch Phil and Micheal. George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, and Skeppy all ran after Philza, noticing his wing had taken most of the hit in the blow, he could no longer fly. Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Fundy all ran to keep Micheal from hitting the ground. At this point, they were angry. “Draw your swords! We shall fight until this nation is gone or the man in green is dead!” Yelled Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo at the same time. Like a perfect symphony, everyone charged forward, screaming “this day is not done until this boy is gone!”
In all this heat, no one noticed but Badboyhalo, that dream manipulated Skeppy, making him red, not like his evil form, but stained with blood. It was the blood from Jshlatt! The rocks around him were stained with blood, his skin was pale, the seaside wasn’t blue, but blood red. He had rushed over to try and save him. Pushing Skeppy making him fall and
hit his head on a rock and become unresponsive. At the same time, everyone was fighting Dream. Bad was hanging onto any thread he could find that Skeppy and Jshlatt were still alive. He could feel the pulse of Skeppy, but Jshlatt had no pulse, and wasn’t breathing. As Bad took off his jacket to lay over Jshlatt’s dead body, he whispered “I’m sorry. You were brave. But not even the blood on the seaside could save you.” He made a mental note to make sure he had a real funeral after the war. He then yelled “For Jshlatt!” and charged at Dream with a sword drawn above his head. It was 11 vs 1. It was a long and dreary fight, but in the end, Snowchester had won. Dream was exiled. The funeral for Jshlatt was devastating. Tubbo was crying while hugging Ranboo and Micheal. “I blame myself. This never would have happened if I didn’t start this war.” Tubbo then ran away, into the woods hoping to not be found until he came back on his own. It was hard to let Jshlatt go, but they knew he was safe now.
That’s where the name blood on the seaside came from. From a war that ended in death. Losing a friend, and his blood turning the seaside red.
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