Against all odds, Technoblade and Dream had made it to Las Nevadas. The two fugitives stormed across the sandy plains, and finally entered the diamond city. The warrior piglin sniffed the air, squinting his eyes as he tracked his prey. "Quackity's close by," Techno hummed. "He's this way-"

"Wait!" Dream grabbed the Blood God's wrist as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. "Just...Just wait a minute," the man huffed. "Don't you ever get tired?"

The piglin shrugged. "I mean, sure. Yeah, I used to. I figured I'll just sleep when I'm dead."

The warrior moved to continue his journey, but his arm was jerked back by his ally. "Techno, seriously! Wait!" Technoblade turned to face the ex-con; he raised an eyebrow in a silent question. "Okay, look," Dream said. "We don't know what we're walking into here. What if Quackity's gone off the deep end? What if Wilbur's dreamon is out of control? What if-"

"Dream, I want you to stop right there," Techno sighed. "Tubbo is dead, Ranboo is missing, and Philza is being possessed. Those psychopaths you allied with hurt my family, and now they're gonna pay."

"And I support that," Dream countered. "But what I'm saying is if, for some reason, Quackity or Wilbur or Bad somehow pulls that one percent scenario that we're not ready for, I could just call my friend-"

Techno raised his hand to silence his ally. "Save your friend, Dream. We're the top two PVP players on the server- we can handle literally any situation they throw at us. We're more than ready."

"Okay, but-"

"Come on, let's go." His mind made up, the warrior piglin was off, his partner trudging along behind him.

Dream knew whatever they were walking into would be a life-or-death moment, if Philza's condition was anything to go by. If anyone could conjure a way out of this potential hellscape, the ex-con knew his friend was it. He was hard to find, sure, but right now, he could be their only hope.

The two men creeped up the steps on the right side of the building, hiding behind a single column. Techno peeked around the corner, and glanced over his surroundings. "Looks like we've got company," the piglin mumbled.

Dream mirrored his partners actions and gasped. "Holy- Half the server's in there! And is that...Tubbo?"

"WHAT?! Where?!" The Blood God looked again, and nearly collapsed in shock. By the gods above, how the hell was Tubbo alive?! And was that Ranboo, and Wilbur?! Techno deafened the world around him as he tried to hone in on the conversation inside:

"Enough of this," Wilbur hissed. "We didn't come to watch two friends part ways; we came here to start a revolution- the dawning of a new era!"

Ranboo spoke next, his voice taking on a low growl. "I swear to you I will bury this city in nukes if you don't step down right now."

Then, with a hearty laugh, Tubbo added, "Finally! A way to start fresh! We wouldn't live to see it, but my gods, at least the new generation would have some peace."

That doesn't sound like peace, Techno thought. That's corrupt government. Time for some good, old-fashioned anarchy.

When Techno swaggered into the hall, BadBoyHalo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Technoblade," the demon hybrid frowned. "How is it that the mighty Blood God is no longer in prison?"

"Oh, for the sake of the gods- it doesn't matter!" Wilbur shouted. "He'll make the perfect addition to my army." The Brit raised his hand towards the piglin, and paused. "Let the chaos begin."

A hoard of dreamons shot forth from the stage, charging through the air at break-neck speeds. Ranboo and Tubbo ducked just in time to avoid possession as the creatures whizzed by. The warrior piglin had drawn his sword, and in a loud battle cry, he roared, "COME GET ME, HEATHENS!! TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!!"

The thick, heavy cloud of dreamons hit Techno head-on, sending the humanoid reeling back. Their hushed tones and whispery voices came over him all at once, speaking to his blood-thirsty nature. The piglin grunted under the strain, his resistance fading with every second. "No...NOOOO!!!" And with a mighty howl, the Blood God caved, collapsing to his knees in exhaustion.

Ranboo gasped. "Techno!!"

An ominous aura emanated off the piglin humanoid, tainting the mood of the room in darkness. Slowly, the fearsome being rose to his feet, holding his sword in a white-knuckled grip. "Quackity!" the Blood God challenged. "You come for Philza, you come for me! Prepare to die!!"

Before the mayor could even react, Techno was sprinting past Ranboo and exchanging blows with Fundy. Clang! Clang! Clang! Swords came together, only to break apart in the next instant. Techno wove around and between the citizens of Las Nevadas, striking here and slashing there.

The dark fog of the dreamons permeated the space, throwing each fighter into a chaotic frenzy. One by one, the citizens fell to the warrior God, blood splattering across the floor. But even in death, no one was safe. The wicked, crimson vines of The Egg would burst through the floor, dragging the corpses below to their doom. Yes, The Egg would surely have a feast tonight.

Ranboo watched all of this unfold before him, barely able to breathe. How had the fate of the world gone so awry? There would be no winners at the end of this conflict, just losers- losers and another power-hungry dictator. The enderman halfling looked over to his family with tears in his eyes, his husband laughing with glee, and Michael scared beyond belief.

Ranboo bit his lip, an unholy fear coursing through his system. What could he have done to avoid this outcome? What could he have possibly done? The past may be in the past, the halfling reasoned, but the future was still alive. In the end, Tubbo was right: they wouldn't be alive to see it, but at least the survivors would find peace.

It was with that thought firmly fixed in his mind that Ranboo messaged Jack. The nukes were on their way.

OH GOD THE NUKES ARE ON THEIR WAY ASDFGHJKL!!! 

WILL ANYONE MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?!?! Vote to save lives!!!

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[Image Credits] "King Offa Tintern Abbey #dailyshoot #wales" (Cropped Slightly) by Les Haines  (https://www.flickr.com/photos/46018453@N06/23181661215)