Once upon a time there was a group on an anarchy Minecraft server with a camp called home. It was indeed their,,home" it was a nice little place. Every now and then people would show up and join them. A few were never seen again, and a few sticked to it. Those who would stick to it were the oldest players. These players would organize everything. Help many people and build amazing structures.They really cared about the home that they created for everyone, for everything. The home was a place of dreams and adventure. It was a place so magnificent and beautiful that they loved and protected it, as it was their real home. But the biggest fear of the team was, the shutdown of the server.The server was a couple years old. But nobody came...The team were the only ones who kept the server intact and alive.They wished nothing more except that they could speak with new people. Because it was indeed,An ANARCHY server and nothing more....